AN: Ah, well, here comes crapness. I might as well keep writing, even if only twenty people have read the entire thing. -shrug- I'm writing for my entertainment.

Chris and the Doctor had managed to stand as close to Napoleon's path as they could possibly get. There were guards lining the walkway, each armed with a musket. Their dark blue jackets were impressive, overlapped by two shoulder belts crossing at the front. The Breeches were white, black gaiters reaching up past their knees complete with black shoes. They stood stock still, eyes on the crowd to make sure they would stay back.

"Why are you so curious about the French?" He asked curiously, crossing his arms. "I heard that many people dislike the French, perhaps that is simply in the United States."

"I don't know..." She said, shrugging slightly as she thought. "I just read a section on Napoleon and became curious as to how he had been so successful. He's so short too..." She muttered, watching the Emperor walk down the steps and down the path made for him towards a carriage not too far away.

Napoleon was just about past them before he stopped, turning to stare directly at her. He looked shocked, almost offended at the site of the two in front of him. She had noticed that the Doctor, standing beside her, had now started to bounce on his toes with his hands relaxed comfortably in his pockets.

"A woman who is not wearing a dress?!" He almost yelled, frowning in disbelief. "No woman in my Empire will dare wear trousers like a man." He scowled.

This had immediately turned all eyes on her. She had wondered why Napoleon had been speaking English instead of French, but at the moment she didn't care. What the man, who she stood almost two heads taller, before her had said had outraged her beyond belief. Women were not objects and were not to be told what to do by men.

"I am sorry, sir." She said, biting off each word, "but I do not believe that you can force me to wear what I do not want to like. Have you, Napoleon Bonaparte, worn a corset? Do you know how much pain it causes?" Beyond some of the shocked faces of women and men around, a couple of women were nodding. The Doctor had ceased his bouncing and was staring at her. A couple of the guards had turned to face the chaos, muskets moving slightly forwards to show the bayonets gleaming at top.

"I am sure you have not." She snapped, eyes narrowing towards the man below her. "Just because you're Emperor does not mean you shouldn't treat women with respect, we're as much human as you."

Napoleon stood there, opening and closing his mouth. He had never been told what to do since the aftermath of the Revolution. His face turned a nasty shade of red and he slammed one of his feet down and shook his head.

"You are speaking to the Emperor of the French Empire!" He nearly screamed.

He had opened his mouth to say something else, but at that precise moment the carriage which he should have arrived at by now had exploded. The white horses who had been chained to the carriage took off, their ears flat and their rumps bleeding from the blast. The carriage was no more.

The Doctor stepped forwards, glasses suddenly on his face. He glanced around, ignoring Napoleon who was looking madder then ever. Chris watched the Doctor's eyes and followed his gaze. The Doctor had been looking at a trash bin that looked highly out of place. He removed something from his pocket, a metal device with a blue light at the tip. She didn't have time to ask him as he turned to speak to Napoleon.

"Emp-" He paused, noticing that the guards had swarmed around Napoleon, bayonets pointed to the two of them.

"Bring me another carriage and I want those two to come with us." Napoleon growled from inside the circle of Guards.

"Emperor, I think someone has tried to kill you." The Doctor said, already knowing Napoleon knew this so he continued, "and I don't think it's quite human."

"What do you mean not human?" He seemed interested and pushed one of the guards aside, looking over at the Doctor with interest.

"I will tell you but perhaps it will be safe if we discussed this somewhere private? Perhaps at your Palace?"

Cunning, very cunning, thought Chris as she watched the Doctor. Once they got to the Palace and Napoleon realized that it was simply some gun powder ignited to cause the explosion, what were they going to do next? Yet, as the Doctor began to head over towards the trash bin, the crowd of guards and Napoleon following, she realized that he was not kidding. There was a bright flash and the can disappeared.

It was at this time that she realized that everyone had fled home in fear having heard the explosion. Pushing the matter aside, she followed the Doctor and paused beside him as he began to use the metal thing in the area where the bin had been. He said nothing as he turned to all of them, and wasn't asked what he was doing as the carriage had arrived pulled by fresh new horses. To Chris, they looked like Arabians, but she could have been wrong.

Once safely inside, she sitting beside the Doctor, Napoleon began to fire off questions. Chris was not surprised. Most of the questions regarded where they came from, what were they, and such and such. Napoleon had seemed like he had forgotten the whole incident with Chris. Probably for the best, she had a feeling she would have been heading for the Gallows if it had kept up, or even better, the Guillotine.

"I'm from somewhere else then where you come from, she is from this planet, yet from the future. Forgive her for exploding at you when you demanded that she wore a dress, her time allows her to choose what she wants to wear and are supposedly treated equal to men." Ignoring Napoleon's shocked expression, he continued. "We simply wanted to watch you be crowned Emperor, nothing more." With that he gave a glance towards Chris who leaned away from him. "Unfortunately it seems that we should stay and help you get rid of this alien.

"Have you been noticing anything unusually happening?" He asked curiously.

"Well..." Napoleon started, leaning against the plush cushions of the carriage, "there have been things materializing. People have simply shrugged it off but I have noticed some things that are strange around the Palace. I suppose I should show them to you when we get there."

Then they sat in silence. The Doctor was thinking to himself the entire carriage way over there, fist propping his head up as he looked out the window. Chris had been silent the entire way, quite content with the fact that across from her sat Napoleon, though she had wished he was a bit more polite to women and she disliked him a tad bit for it. Never meet your heroes, they never turn out just the way you imagine them.

It wasn't long before they reached the magnificent Palace of Versailles. She could see it out the window, her mouth almost dropping open. The carriage stopped and the doors were opened for them. Chris was helped out, despite the fact that she wasn't wearing a dress. Obviously people noticed but she didn't seem to care. Napoleon, obviously, had come out first, the Doctor had been second, and she third.

Then the investigating began.

AN: Ran out of ideas...-falls asleep-