Hello! Sorry about the wait. RL sucks when you're starting university, working two jobs, and trying to have a life along with writing. Sorry about the wait. This is for hogwartsmockingjaysilvertong ue. aka HMST.

Thanks to AliasMarie for favoriting and stalking, and to for stalking.

TheStarKidsHaveThePhoneBox- Thanks :) mmm, he is a flirt, isn't her ;) S

TheTardisIsBlue- haha thanks. it seemed like something he would do! And yeah...i think I have food in a lot of the chapters xD

Safi-ry- yay! you liked it!

AliasMarie- Aww man, I wish I could! I could be the Graham Norton of Canada! :D

sciphy- lol thanks :P yeah, I can see that. And she totally WAS a rebound companion. Ick. as for the number, it was a completely impressive scientific process, consisting of prime numbers, imaginary numbers, addition, multiplication, and variables. *read: I made it up* and sure!

Kimikono- thanks :) there are five people ahead of you...but that's better than some!

Seiga Niko- lol thanks :D yum, that he is, that he is! And sure!

Live to Daydream- i think EVERYONE would throw pie at her :P actually...I would pick Rose. Martha would be my second choice.

- sure you can! and not a million...only 10 other than yours :P

Previously on Who Wants To Be A Companion?!...

"WOULD YOU LIKE SOME TEA?!"

And now back to our regularly scheduled program.

The lights go out.

A drum roll is heard.

Someone steps out onto the stage in complete darkness. A flashlight clicks on, illuminating Nickel's face from under her chin. "Good evening," she grins evilly, "and welcome back! Tonight, you will be terrified out of your wits. Tonight, you will scream. Tonight, you will go running home to your mother crying. When she asks what's wrong, you will hug her and say—"

"Umm…why is it so dark in here?" a voice asks. The lights flicker back on and Nickel pouts. Hogwartsmockingjaysilvertong ue, who from this moment on will be called "HMST," stands by the light switch, concern filling her features.

"HMST," Nickel whines, "I was trying to scare them!"

"But this isn't a scary show…"

Glaring, Nickel puts her finger to a button, about to send HMST into a black hole for ruining her fun, when the Doctor arrives. "Nickel! Wait!" he cries, running towards her. "HMST is one of the guests! You aren't allowed to get rid of her!"

Grumbling quite loudly and angrily—her language causing a group of the Headless Monks to leave in shame—Nickel puts away the button. "Fine." She turns back to the audience, about to restart her show, when a man, who looks strangely like a young David Tennant, bursts into the room.

"Hold everything!" he cries, waving his arms sporadically.

Nickel pauses. "Who the hell are you?"

Striking a pose—one of which is illegal in seven states in America and one Canadian providence—the man grins. "The name's Casanova; world's greatest lover!" His wink causes all the women to swoon and the Doctor to roll his eyes.

"Hey!" Nickel grins, "that gives me an idea!" The audience titters, a few parents—and an Ood or two—glare at Nickel. She rolls her eyes. "Oh, get your minds out of the gutter," she scoffs. "I was gonna say that the Doctor and Cassie here should battle it out! …Via Ping-Pong!"

"Umm…it's Casanova, not—"

"Shut it."

The audience cheers and applauds. "Ayo! Baby, let's go!" cries out HMST, throwing her hands into the air. When the audience groans at her use of song lyrics, HMST sulks. "Well I thought it was cleaver," she pouts.

The battle of table-tennis between the Time Lord and Shakespearian Sex-God is close. After playing for a brutal half-hour (which we have edited out of the show because frankly, Nickel is too lazy to write it all out), the men are tied.

"Alright," Nickel shouts into a megaphone, "the next point wins!" A hush falls over the crowd. Both men wipe beads of sweat from their brows as HMST sits in the corner, silently cheering on the Doctor.

The Doctor serves, Casanova spikes it back, the Doctor fakes right, and Casanova fakes left. After a few behind-the-back and under-the-leg hits, Casanova finally scores a point. The crowd cheers loudly as Casanova points at the Doctor victoriously. "You owe me a chicken!" is barely heard as the Doctor runs out of the room, HMST chasing after him to "cheer him up."

Nickel walks up to Casanova and places an arm around his shoulder. "So," she purrs, licking her lips, "what shall we do now?"

Later…

Nickel throws down her four aces and laughs. "I win! Take 'em off!" Grinning at Casanova, she finds she doesn't need to undress him with her eyes.

God, she loved strip-poker.

Yes, I AM still taking requests, but it WILL take a while to get to yours. You just have to be patient!