To kind of make up for not writing constantly, I'll add a little game to some fan fictions. How does that sound? There will be many references in this. If you get them all (do not put them in the reviews, please!), you get a mention in the next fan fiction! Sound fair to you? Good. Some are obvious, some not so. Most are from books, or even just the titles.

Valkyrie tightly clenched her eyes shut, her dark black eyelashes glimmering in the golden light of the TARDIS. Her fingertips were aching and bruised. "After all of this," Valkyrie muttered under her breath, "after all you've done to save me, I'm not letting you slip from my grasp." Her delicate eyelids opened violently, her dark eyes glaring at the blank space in front of her. "Skulduggery Pleasant, you hang on in there." Valkyrie continued glaring, her fingertips only slowing by about a 4 milliseconds.

"The man who lived had come to die…" Shelia taunted. "Do you like this taunting? I don't see how this makes any difference to me or to you, but I find it… amusing." A small, devious chuckle escaped from Shelia's slightly scarlet stained mouth.

"Here's taunting for you, bitch." Darquesse growled. "If you don't start begging this very second, this very second, you'll regret the day you stepped foot on this Earth."

"Dear Darquesse, can't you see? You are! You eat, shoot and leave. Just like me."

"Way to kill a Mockingbird."

"Now, enough of this! I'm restless. Entertain me."

"Do you think I'm a dancing monkey?"

"Yes."

"If I'm going to die, I want to still be me." Darquesse growled, "I'm not just a piece in your games." Rage flowed through her blood. It slowly channelled its way through the intertwining ribbons of red and blue and up into her heart.

B-boom, b-boom.

I'm sure everything will be fine.

B-boom, b-boom.

Ash is still over there.

B-boom, b-boom.

Skul's fine.

B-boom, b-boom.

And definetly…

B-boom, b-boom.

... not…

B-boom, b-boom.

…a…

B-boom, b-boom.

… STATUE!

Darquesse shrieked a horrendous war cry, grabbing Shelia up from the ground. The stone behind her seemed to hold her shape again as Darquesse rammed her into it multiple times.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Shelia just laughed.

She laughed, and laughed and laughed. Little did Valkyrie know Shelia could change Skulduggery back. Of course she could! What kind of person would she be if she didn't have a back-up plan? It wasn't a back-up plan to be fair, she didn't want to change him back. If she did, he'd help Darquesse, and then kill her. Either way, this wasn't going to turn out well for Shelia.

"So, Val…"

"It's Darquesse."

"No… You see, any second now, because of my taunting Val will start regaining control, bring Vile back and… Yeah."

"Bulls-"

"Language."

"Whatever!"

"Look, I don't like the idea either. So that's why, I'm doing this…" She slowly crept over to the TARDIS, opening the doors left slightly ajar. "Hello, Valkyrie."

Darquesse suddenly jumped into action, the metaphorical ropes wrapping around her arms and legs, controlling her like a puppet in a show. Thank god, Val. Finally gained control.

But.

She was concentrating way too much on it to notice what she was actually writing. To notice what Shelia had said. To notice what Shelia was doing.

Shelia stood silently at the door, the shadows elegantly wrapping around her forehead and eyes. Not a sound slithered from her lips, not a word. Darquesse stood back slightly, not knowing what Shelia was planning to do, but knowing any sudden movements would cause a definite attack. "Shelia, what does Valkyrie have to do with anything?"

"You know what this whole thing's about, Darquesse. You're like that niggling little voice in the back of her head."

Val could not control what Shelia said, only Darquesse's words and actions.

"Valkyrie writes. So what?"

"…Well, her stories have seeped into reality, breaking the boundaries of true and false. This is what this whole thing has been about! It needs to be set right. Skulduggery and Valkyrie will remember nothing, only us. Ash will be fine, and also remember nothing."

"Bullsh-"

"Language."

Silence fell over them as Darquesse processed this information. Maybe this could be true, maybe. It's just lucky Valkyrie gained control or Darquesse would have easily sacrificed her life and Skulduggery's.

"Might rid her of her crazy Deadbeat Boyfriend."

"Not that Darquesse cares."

"Whatever, Shelia!"

"It's just Valkyrie, poor little Valkyrie."

"I'm taller than you."

"No you aren't."

"I am."

"Do you want me to kill you?"

"No."

"Look, I've already explained this already! Valkyrie, you've created a parallel universe. A parallel universe based around YOUR imagination and if it exists for much longer, I'm not sure of the world's outcome. You've fucked the world up!"

"So what's killing me going to do about it?" Darquesse grabbed Shelia by the throat and held her back with all the strength she could. "There's no way you're killing me. It's not happening!"

Shelia did little to fight against Darquesse's power and watched Valkyrie type away. "You're ripping a hole in the time space continuum. I swear, you're making it bigger each second."

The Doctor walked from his old hiding place and leaned on the TARDIS door, smirking thoughtfully at the ground while rubbing his chin. "It seems she has a point. I knew I was here for something more. If I was just here to escort Skulduggery, it wouldn't make any sense, would it?"

"It would in his head."

"But now this is reality."

"Darquesse, I think Shelia's being truthful. I can feel a rip in the fabric of space and time." He repositioned himself and stood up normally. He carefully straightened his red bowtie and his twead jacket, then turning on his heels. "A... little bit to the left."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, Cain. Great name that, by the way. But back to my point, Shelia's right. There's a 90% chance if you are killed in the exact spot of the rip in the fabric of space and time, everything will revert back to normal. I can leave, Skulduggery and you will die, also dragging Shelia, Darquesse and Vile with you guys through to your normal time, leaving everything to fix itself. You see, time is like a big ball of wibbley wobbley timey wimey… stuff. It'll straighten it's self out if you give it the chance."

"Fine. But only because Skulduggery trusts you, Doctor."

"Come along, Cain."

Valkyrie stopped typing, losing her control over Darquesse. Darquesse let go of Shelia, a kind of hidden anger burning behind her eyes.

Valkyrie stood in front of The Doctor and shrugged. "A little to the left." She stepped to the left.

"Um... Little more…" She took a smaller step to the left. "Perfect."

The Doctor stepped into his TARDIS. "Now, I shall be off. Good luck, Cain. You too… Um… Shelia."

"It's Diablos."

"Sorry, Diablos."

"It's okay."

The TARDIS doors snapped shut ferociously, leaving the echoing sound of a slam. With the familiar but indescribable sound, the TARDIS's light flashed a gentle dark blue and the TARDIS it's self faded in and out of existence. It disappeared.

"Now it's just us."

Vile dropped to the floor with a terrible clash of metal upon metal. He was unconscious. Valkyrie ran to his side as the metal retracted into thin air and left only the handsome skeleton underneath. Valkyrie looked up, holding Skulduggery's skull on her lap as if for comfort. She found herself looking directly down the barrel of a revolver, which looked distinctively like Skulduggery's.

"Hasta la vista."

Bang.