Chapter Seven:

The Master had come for Ace. Before anyone could move the door to the TARDIS flew open. The Master waltzed in. He was clean shaven and he had regenerated. He was a ginger and had insane eyes. He smiled evilly at The Doctors.

"Quite the paradox you're running here," he smirked.

"Oh yeah, but it's all under control," replied Ace caustically.

"And soon you will be too," said The Master eerily.

"How are you alive?" asked Eleven.

"When The Wordsmith awoke, I was shaken from my slumber," he explained haughtily, "So it's all her fault."

"How is that possible? And why do you get to be ginger?!" asked Ten.

"I'm better than you, I guess. Now, I want that little thing as a pet. Come," demanded The Master pointing to Ace.

"Listen buddy, I wouldn't come with you for the entire Library. So you can put a sock in it at leave," said Ace firmly.

"I could get you The Library, you know. I could take you there. You'd live there all alone, peacefully. And I'd fetch you when I need you. You wouldn't have a care in the world," The Master tried to convince Ace to come willingly.

"That sounds lonely. I don't think I'll do that. How 'bout I stay here with The Doctor. You foul, cruel, creature; you will writhe in pain from your desire for power," an energy poured from Ace's mouth as she spoke. The Master recoiled and fell to the ground.

"What's happening to him?!" demanded Ten.

"He's fine, Doctor. He's just weak," explained Ace. The Master let out a scream, and was gone. "You see? He is weak."

"What happened to him? Where is he?" demanded Ten angrily.

"He's somewhere on the moon of Poosh. He'll be fine, and he'll be back. So we have to hurry. Or else my power will recoil and-" she was cut off by disappearing. She just vanished into thin air!

"Her power recoiled like she said it would. We have to find her," Eleven explained to the group. He ran to the console and began pressing buttons, twisting knobs, flipping switches, among other things. "I'll try to lock on to her energy source," said Eleven

He pulled down the screen to reveal a map of the section of the universe they were in. The screen moved and showed a different part of the universe. Specifically, the section where Earth lies. The screen zoomed in on Earth, then on North America, then on Lawrence, Kansas.

"She's there," said Eleven. They all stared at him as he began to lock onto her, and fly the TARDIS there. They began moving toward Kansas. Suddenly, sparks flew from the console and the screen. Something had gone wrong.


Ace landed on her ass in a forest. She winced as she stood. She brushed herself off. She heard a snarl from behind her and whipped around. A person stood there, but Ace could see their true horrible face beneath the skin they possessed. She screamed as its eyes flooded with black.

"Duck!" yelled a gruff, male voice behind her. She dropped to the ground quickly. A knife whizzed above her and into the demon's ribcage. It flashed orange four times before falling to the ground beside Ace. Its dead eyes were pointed her direction, anger plastered in them. Someone stepped over and pulled the knife from its chest cavity.

"You can get up now," said a different male voice than what told her to duck. She got to her feet and faced the two men who stood in front of her.

One wore a plaid shirt and a tan jacket. He had hair down to the middle of his neck, and he was clean shaven. He gripped a gun in his hand, and put it away once he saw that Ace saw it. The other man had a leather jacket and two shirts underneath it; a dark green, long sleeve, button down and a plain black t-shirt. He was bow-legged and also clutched a silver pistol which he put away.

"That was a demon. What was a demon doing in Lawrence, Kansas? And why are you two in Lawrence? You shouldn't come back to this city. Ever," said Ace firmly. The two stared at her confused.

"How do you know about demons?" asked the taller man.

"I know about a lot of things you don't, Sam," replied Ace.

"How do you know us?" asked Sam.

"Please, I know of every living thing in the cosmos. Plus I spent fourteen years on Earth. I picked up a few things. Such as whom Sam and Dean Winchester were," replied Ace.

Sam and Dean stared at her blankly before Dean stepped forward aggressively, "What are you?" he snarled.

"I am The Wordsmith, also known as Ace. I need your help. Every monster, demon, and alien is after me," she replied softly. They didn't believe her.

"Yeah right," scoffed Dean, "Put her in the car, Sam." Sam stepped forward and led Ace to the Impala roughly.

"Hands off, moose. I can walk willingly, you know," she snapped.


Woo hoo! Sam and Dean!