I'm sorry I haven't been writing. I've been busy. Anyway, this is going to link into "Twists and Turns" the SongFics. If you haven't read a few of them you might not get this.

"Well, that was…"

"Get in, Skul! You're brilliant!" The Doctor beamed, as usual, contrasting the faces of shock with a hint of humour or amusement.

If he could, Skulduggery would have gone a deep shade of red. "Can we move on, now, ladies?" One of them seemed to snigger, confirming all of Skulduggery suspicions.

He had just made an idiot of himself.

In his own head.

Boy, his ego was going to suffer for this. Ah well. At least he'd stopped it 'haunting' him.

Ghastly was still hiding his smile as Skulduggery ran through the portal. They ended up…

In the TARDIS.

"Wow…" Gasped Skulduggery.

"This is my part, isn't it?" The Doctor grinned at the women.

"Yes."

"Goodie!" He started running around pressing various buttons, pushing thingy bobs and pulling or pushing levery doo-dars. "Where too?"

"We'll do it." The ladies smiled. They nodded at the main controls and big cylinder. Suddenly, the TARDIS's humming of life seemed to become more strained as The Doctor found it more and more difficult to keep up with the women. "Slow down, ladies!"

"Sorry, Doctor."

"It's fine."

The TARDIS seemed to be able to relax a little more. "She just can't take that much power."

"She?"

"…Yeah. My TARDIS."

The ladies raised their eyebrow. "No wonder he travels alone." Miss Kilan smirked. The Doctor's face grew cold for only a moment, registering that Mrs Kilan had struck a chord somewhere deep down inside of him, causing the concealed anger to break through the wall of emotion very slightly. "I would appreciate you do not make comments on that, Kilan." The Doctor remarked, throwing a weak smile back. Mrs Kilan nodded respectfully.

After a while of The Doctor talking to the ladies and explaining stuff about "Timey Wimey" and Skulduggery going through The Doctor's extensive range of hats, they finally touched down.

"So, where are we?" Skulduggery asked The Doctor.

"Not sure. The ladies took control of her." The Doctor nodded to the two women, seeming perfectly calm.

"Well, let's see, then!"

Skulduggery burst through the doors into…

The Dark Temple

He stood, staring at a chair in a very dark room. He could hear Valkyrie screaming and kicking with Tanith and Ghastly trying to drag her out of the room, although it was so dark they couldn't see anything.

The Doctor walked out quietly with the two ladies on his arm. Skulduggery could slowly see smoke, wafting over to him in the air. A bright blue light was buzzing by the chair, making The Doctor's face dimly visible. His face was cold and grim, like he was at a funeral.

A funeral?

Skulduggery's stomach twisted and sank inside of him. He recognised the smell of the wafting smoke.

Burning bones.

It was an electric chair.

He was in it.

"So… I'm going to die?"

"We all have to someday."

"But not like this!" He scratched his skull in frustration. "Why? What've I done now?"

Then he noticed the kicking and screaming Valkyrie right by the door where a crack of sunlight spread across the room onto her face. "But… She's right… So I fix this?"

"Well she is right there."

"Yeah, in my head."

"No, this is literally the future. Sorry 'bout the confusion." The Doctor smiled weakly.

"So, I get her away from Fletcher? I save her?"

"…Duh."

"Ok! More motivated now!"

"Good!"

"Alright! What do we do?"

"I'm guessing you have to save yoursel-" The lights flicked on. The Doctor stood up straight and put away his sonic screwdriver. "That was helpful. Ok, you have to save yourself. Just a guess."

"How do I do that!"

"How do I know that?"

"…Touché."

A woman walked out of the gloom and straight up to Skulduggery. "Skulduggery Pleasant?"

"Detective extraordinaire and dashing skeleton at your service."

"Mrs Kilan. Pleasured." She shook Skulduggery's hand. "Aren't you dead?"

"…Um…"

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted herself. "Oh. Past."

"How'd you know?"

She pointed to herself.

"Ah. Anyway, I'm guessing you can help me save myself."

"Sure can."

"Then please, tell."

"Well, I can't bring you totally back to life…" She ambled slowly around the electric chair with a partly burnt, dusty skeleton. "…but I can take your life energy and fix together a soul version of yourself in the middle world."

"…Sounds a bit complicated."

"It is."

"…Oh."

"Shall we get started?" The Doctor beamed.

"Hell yeah!" Skulduggery jumped, ready for action. Then, something dawned on him. "Wait. What do we have to do?"

"Leave the crazy stuff to us." Mrs Kilan from the past and Mrs Kilan from the future walked over to the chair and started talking to The Doctor.

"So, what do I do?"

"Anything you want, Skul."

"Skul"…. "Skul"…..

It seemed to echo around in his head. Something wasn't right. It couldn't have been…

She hardly knows him.

Why would she call him a nickname?

What the heck is going on?