Note: Most chapters will be longer then the first one—which really, was mainly just me just getting over excited and posting before I finished the chapter. My brain is completely fried, I'm running on a two hour nap and am starting to see double, I'm pretty sure Remus is OOC the whole chapter, the Doctor is barely here, and Tonks is like trlalala and I feel like I said nothing and everything all at once and still could have said more. But honestly, I've grown tired of this 'episode' and wanted it to end ASAP. I've got the next bit planned, and it'll be in one nice chapter.

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Chapter Two

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There's not a cloud in sight, a far cry from the murky outside from only moments ago. The sun hung higher too, and despite herself and her one booted shoe, Tonks felt like wasn't all too daft when she concluded that something odd had just occurred. Then again, the Doctor had just told her to hand a wire (? [was it a wire? I could've been anything really. Tonks could never be sure with Muggle technology {was it even Muggle?}]) to himself so maybe he wasn't the best person to be taking advice from.

Still, Tonks swaggered onwards, her barefoot silent against the gravel (gravel? When had they moved?) while her sturdy boot crunched with each step. The wire held tightly in her closed fist, Tonks scratched the back of her head, suddenly unsure about the whole shindig. Who was the Doctor, anyway? Her stomach sank, her mind flicking to her actual job.

Oh.

Moody was gonna be mad. Or was, probably. Mad. She walked for awhile, trying to think up what she'd say—it probably wouldn't go very well if anyone found out she may have had a hand in exposing magic to Muggles and abandoned ship after helping blow up Old Lady Muriel. Tonks comforted herself with the knowledge that her... old person... wasn't all dead. Just mostly, probably. Which, really, Muriel had been doing just fine on her own—hardly holding onto life as it was, rumor had it the toad was older then Merlin's ballsack. Though arguably would just be the same age as Merlin himself. It did sound astronomically better.

So, there she was, standing on the street corner of some busy Muggle building, hair blue, shoe gone, mysterious life saving wire, and the impending citation—it was like this, lost in thought that she noticed him out of the corner of her eye again.

Logically, Tonks did the only reasonable thing and tackled him while screaming, "Doctor!"

Hands pinned against the cement, her nose brushing against his as she straddled him, Tonks sat back, lifting his jacket and putting the wire in his pocket. Then she stood, brushing herself off and helping him up.

"Sorry, uh—who're you?" he asked, obviously confused. A far cry from the bloke that had recognized her earlier (and now that she considered it, had been waiting for her).

She grinned, sticking her hand out, "Nymphadora Tonks, but just c-" she was cut off the the shriek of a raging alien leprechaun lunging towards her.

Reasonably, Tonks screamed as the creature barreled into her, it's teeth sinking into her forearm and through her jumper. "Bloody hell! Get off!" she hissed, whacking the creature over the head with her fist.

The Doctor yanked her into a stand, pulling out what could've been a metal wand (though the whole 'space leprechauns' really threw that theory in a loop), and pressed a button (see, totally not a wand) that caused the creature to scream at the sound.

Then, he looked at her with a really enthusiastic grin, "Well, Nymphadora Tonks—basically, run!"

Despite the absurdity of the situation and that she was beginning to suspect the blue box was a time machine and the loon standing in front of her was an alien, Tonks grinned back, grabbing onto his hand and breaking into a run.

"Well," proclaimed Tonks as she ultimately stumbled awhile later, and the Doctor slowed to a walk beside her. "That's the closest I've ever come to a heart attack."

The Doctor laughed, and replied, "Nasty creatures—were you sent to investigate by the Ministry?"

Tonks grinned cheekily. "A bit. I was investigating a 'creaky cellar' when the old crone started throwing curses at me," she paused, brushing her air back to show her scabbed ear. "Snagged a few of 'em too, bloody hurt that."

"Well, they shouldn't bother you anymore—though I don't recommend going back to that warehouse or any dark cellar until I get them off planet, they'll be holding a grudge against you." he explained.

Tonks nodded, concluding silently that would be why the possessed Muriel would ultimately attack her. "Thanks for that, but I best be off. I still have to file this report. Figure out what I'll say—doubt my boss will take 'alien leprechauns' lightly. Anyway, It was nice to meet you, Doctor."

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Opening the door to the box, her hair instantly changed back to it's standard bubblegum pink. She considered it for a moment, before changing her eye color to a dark blue. She'd become fond of the colour, despite having only worn it for 20 minutes at maximum.

"So does this mean younger you will meet me in the cafe for the second time in a few hours?" she asked, finally kicking off her other shoe. It'd gotten annoying having only the one on.

"Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. He danced around the centre, pulling leavers and the familiar whooshing sound appeared again, and seconds later, the Doctor was dashing past her, opening the door. "There we are, London, few moments before you left with me in the cafe. Just don't run into yourself and you'll be fine."

Tonks grinned, shifting her face into a wide grin, reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. "Oh, you know me." she replied blithely, turning her hair purple and growing cat ears. "Wouldn't dream of it."

The Doctor glanced at her, a small smile on his features before he warned, "No seriously. Don't."

Tonks rolled her eyes, stepping out. "Witch, Doctor, remember? Bad things happen to wizards that mess with time."

"Goodbye, Tonks."

"See ya 'round, Doctor."

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Tonks' day that had gone from worse-day-ever back to mildly-okay-day had quickly evolved back to really-bloody-bad-day when she stumbled back to the Ministry, her arm where the space leprechaun had chomped on her swelling up and turning a particularly putrid shade of green—not that she was exactly planning on showing anyone. Regardless, she fudged up the report, vaguely mentioning how odd Miss Muriel had been acting, but Tonks had had to leave before she could inquire about it (really, she thinks if she had said that she helped participate in causing the old prude to explode it wouldn't have gone well).

She didn't mention the Doctor, or the space leprechauns.

Probably for the better, really. She could hardly see Moody buying into it—'Oh yes, I met an alien, nice bloke called himself 'the Doctor', helped him with pesky space leprechauns, left before they where really gone to file this report. Oh, and I caused Miss Muriel to explode.' She shuddered just thinking about the psych evaluations, and the fuss it would cause even mentioning such a story.

Tonks herself was only half certain it really happened.

Either way, Tonks left the Ministry as soon as possible.

And, once she arrived at her scheduled Potter-watch via apparation (honestly, they needed to come up with a better name [Tonks herself had grown distinctly fond of 'jump']), she passively changed her hair to a dull brown, her eyes following moments later as a soft green.

Satisfied, Tonks supposed she looked enough like Remus that they could pass as siblings.

Though she wasn't sure why, per se, seeing as they shouldn't be running into people to have a built in cover plan-and in her mind it made much more sense if they posed as lovers (aka meaning Tonks didn't have to have such boring hair). Sneakily, she gave herself freckles, and felt vaguely smug.

Moments later, Remus greeted her with a passive, "Hello, Daphne."

Tonks exhaled slowly, forcing a grin on her face as she replied, "Evening, Harry."

It was probably a low blow, but he had started it with the whole 'Daphne' thing. Regardless, Tonks merely offered a coy smile, and fluttered her eyelashes. In response, Remus gave a soft sort of smile, and Tonks felt only a tad terrible.

"I heard about today." he said, glancing over at her as they fell into a casual walk together. "Are you okay?"

Tonks nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

And she was. Fine. No ill effects from the gnomes, or the Doctor or time travel-and excluding her nicked ear, she was in mint condition.

Still, Remus' eyes roamed over her form in a sort of appraising manner. "You..." he began slowly, his eyes lingering on her arm. "Did something bite you?"

Tonks blinked, having forgotten about the space leprechaun getting her. "Oh," she grumbled, rolling her sleeve back to inspect the damage.

The bite closer resembled an animal's then a demented leprechaun-but that wasn't what had thrown Tonks enough for her to loose footing and fall off the sidewalk.

Her arm was green.

It wasn't swollen, or even hurting in the slightest, but the area around the clean bite was a vivid, apple green colour. Tonks swallowed, looking up at Remus and pushing her sleeve down hastily.

"How did you know?"

He hesitated. "It's close to the full moon-you... you smelt off."

Tonks nodded in understanding, stepping back onto the sidewalk. "I'd rather you didn't mention this to anyone."

He didn't say anything, but continued walking. A few minutes later, when they looped back around to see Number 4 Privet Drive, he spoke again. "Are you going to tell me how it happened, or will I have to make due with my imagination?"

Tonks glanced down, watching her feet. "Space leprechauns," she offered seriously.

Remus didn't really talk to her much for the rest of Potter-watch. Aside from the occasional word about direction or noise, Remus seemed to be quite cross with her. It probably helped that he obviously didn't believe the whole, space leprechaun thing.

Either way, Tonks made not further effort to initiate conversation, and by the end of the watch, it had grown dark and Tonks felt about ready to collapse. Once their relief came in the form of and irate Moody who proclaimed something along the line of something coming up and Shacklebot ditching him to go into work—Tonks wasn't sure, she tuned him out the second his mouth opened. Regardless, Remus and Tonks migrated off in opposite directions. The moment Tonks was sure nobody was around, her hair switched to it's usual pink. She flicked a strand, changing the color to a more purplish-pink before feeling satisfied. She decided to keep the freckles for the moment.

She decided to walk home, still clad in her Muggle clothes. Casually, she played with the colour of her fingernails while she walked (natural was always so dull)—torn between something vibrant or a darker shade. She sighed to herself, before giving up and deciding on a soft blue.

She had just left the neighborhood and gotten to a small Muggle city when she felt it. Her hand clasped around her wand instantly, and she cautiously looked around—a feeling of dread sinking in her stomach as she cursed her penchant for bright hair.

It happened fast, in a way, one moment, she'd been standing and trying to find the source of the inherent wrongness, when just as fast she was flying across the street and hitting a brick wall. Tonks hissed in pain, her arm, which had previously been painless, gave a dull ache where she'd been bitten.

Forcing herself into a standing position, Tonks waved her wand wildly in front of herself, throwing several defensive spells in the direction of her attackers, fully expecting Death Eaters.

Instead, glaring back at her was the frail shape of Muriel, the woman who'd Tonks had thought died after her body exploded.

The guilty that had been gnawing at her quickly evaporated as the old goat flung herself forward, colliding harshly with Tonks. Crushed under the iron grip of the woman, her wand just out of reach, Tonks was nearly certain she was going to die. Still, she thrashed wildly as the bat bowed down, licking Tonks' bitten arm, which had gone from a vibrant green to a sickly grayish colour splotched with nasty green bumps.

If she lived, she would probably need to get that checked out.

"Tonks!" a familiar voice called, sounding rather horrified. The creature looked up, a feral and deranged look in the vacant eyes as they locked onto Remus.

Tonks screamed out a warning as the leprechaun possessed monster launched at Remus. Quickly, he threw a stunner at her, connecting with the old woman's cheek. It surprisingly worked, much to Tonks' bafflement. Regardless, she pushed herself to her feet, holding her arm closely to her chest as she grabbed her want with her good hand and ran to Remus.

A bit breathlessly, she said, "Are you alright?"

"I should be asking you that."

She glanced at her arm. "I'll be fine," she decided. "But right now, we need to find someone."

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"Okay," said Tonks. "This was the last place I saw him. So, it's either there or Muriel's."

Remus glanced at the map, nodding slightly. "Makes sense he'd head to Muriel's, probably tracked it down by now—at the very least, it's got to give us a clue. If he's not there, this Doctor, then we should go back to the warehouse."

Tonks nodded, forcing a cheeky grin. Her arm was getting worse rapidly, and the infection had quickly spread, and her fingers where starting to turn green, along with most of her forearm up to her elbow. Remus glanced at her arm, his face grim. "Do you think he'll be able to stop it?"

Tonks swallowed. "I don't know. But I'd like to find out."

Remus gave a half nod, and rolled up the map.

They apparated to Muriel's, and began poking around. The first floor look undisturbed, everything in pristine condition. It was the second floor that things started looking off. Furniture askew, objects tossed about and a solid room covered in what looked like spider webs.

Tonks and Remus exchanged a look, and Tonks shrugged, pointing her want at the door. "Space leprechauns, obviously gotta have spider webs. Ups the creepy factor."

Remus gripped his wand tightly, standing next to Tonks as she pushed the for open. Inside, the room was cover in cobwebs and cocoon like objects all along the wall, and off in the corner, sat a handful of dolls.

Tonks inched forward to the dolls while Remus moved over to the wall. She dropped to her knees, grabbing a doll with pink hair. She took a shaky breath, her eyes wide as she dropped the object like she'd been burned.

"Tonks?" an incredulous voice said. "What are you doing here?"

She turned, her eyes locking with the Doctor's. A brilliant grin split her face, and she tripped trying to get up. Her smile quickly faded as she glanced at her arm, and she was suddenly reminded about the doll.

"Doctor, why does that doll have my face?"

The Doctor grimaced, looking between Remus and Tonks. "Well, I can tell you it's not good, that's for sure."

"Leprechauns don't make webs." Remus said finally. "Or dolls."

"Goeguhm, not exactly leprechauns—were'd you get that?" asked the Doctor, lightly touching the webbing. "Bit different, I'd say."

Tonks huffed, blowing a piece of hair from her face. "You said 'space leprechauns'."

"Oh that's rubbish," he said, looking mildly disgusted. "What I'd do that for?"

"Never mind that," scowled Tonks, exchanging a glance with Remus. "How do we stop 'em?"

"Her arm, too." Remus interjected, gesturing. The Doctor turned his head sharply, moving towards Tonks.

"When did this happen?" he asked seriously.

"This morning, technically. The second time I met you, first for you." the Doctor nodded, lightly turning her arm over and pointing his metal object (honestly, she really needed to figure that out). He glanced at something, looking relatively upset about whatever it is he saw.

"Alright. Not much time left then—who're you?" he asked suddenly, looking at Remus like he'd only just taken notice.

"Remus Lupin." he replied, pulling Tonks to her feet. "And, judging by the fact that you are eagerly waltzing into this situation and Tonks seems happy to see you… I'd say that you're the Doctor."

He shrugged slightly.

"Remus, nice name." said the Doctor. "Well, Remus, Nymphadora, off we pop."

He made a face, and carried on. "Erh, that'd be, go to the cellar."

"It's Tonks," she remarked as she walked past.

"Nympahdora's a great name," the Doctor replied. "Very fun to say."

Tonks rolled her eyes. "Tonks."

"Don't argue with her, Doctor. Tonks is well known for her dislike of her first name." Remus replied.

The Doctor shrugged, letting the subject drop as he led the pair down the stairs. He was on the top step of the cellar when they head the laughter. The Doctor plowed down the stairs, taking three at a time—Remus and Tonks hot on his heels.

Then, the room exploded.

Tonks was thrown back violently into Remus, but somehow still managed to crack her head against the wall. Her head throbbed and here ears rang, blood rushing down the back of her neck, and then, there was Remus, screaming her name as she opened her eyes.

"We need to move, now!" Remus' words sounded garbled, like he was underwater. And just as quick, he was helping her to her feet, dragging her out of the cellar and away from whatever it was that had scared him so much.

"Wait," said Tonks, her voice hardly a whisper. Remus didn't stop. Didn't hear her (not that anyone ever did [she reminded herself not to be bitter]). "Wait," she said louder.

Remus still didn't stop, half carrying her now. "We can't stop, Tonks. We need to get as far away as possible."

"B-But the Doctor," she rasped.

"He's dead." replied Remus with little emotion. Tonks ripped herself backwards.

"No," she said, demanded, really. "He's fine. He's fine."

"I'm sorry, Tonks. We have to deal with this ourselves." he didn't even slow as he spoke.

She let him lead her away from the house, her head spinning and her arm throbbing. The Doctor was dead, and though Tonks had only known him for a little while, she had begun clinging to the hope that he would help with her arm and the obvious space leprechaun infestation (she didn't give a damn, they where space leprechauns now and forever [regardless of what the Doctor had said]).

Then, just as Remus began slowing down—the space leprechauns plowed into them, screaming viciously with yet another frail Muriel… and a copy of Tonks that looked all too real. Remus exhaled sharply. "Guess we know what the dolls where for."

"Can't say I'm thrilled about that," said Tonks as she pulled out her wand.

Her gaze raked over the creatures, taking note of the larger copies (clones? or puppets?) and decided to focus on them. Her grip tightened, and she exchanged a glance with Remus, who nodded sharply.

"I'll take… you… if you finally get the hag." said Remus.

"Deal," replied Tonks, screaming a 'reducto' seconds later. Surprisingly, it actually hit the intended target, and Muriel exploded once again—but this time, instead of spores, there was nothing. Muriel's clone was apparently gone. Tonks felt it was mildly anticlimatic.

Then, just as Remus knocked down the other Tonks, the same thing happening, the leprechauns began screaming (or laughing, Tonks wasn't an expert) and the ground shook. Then, standing in front of them, breathing heavily, was a large, grizzly looking creature.

Covered in the same webbing as seen in Muriel's house, the leprechaun looking creature towered over Tonks, a snarl on it's face and death in it's eyes. Tonks did the resonable thing and sent out an array of curses while Remus grabbed her hand and began to run.

"What the bloody hell is going on?!" he yelled as Tonks ran through every spell imaginable—none having any sort of effect against the Mother beast.

"I think we pissed off Mum!" replied Tonks frantically, finally tripping violently enough for her boot to slip off. She grabbed it in her hands, and in a last resort effort, threw it at the raging beast, connecting with it's face.

The Mother Leprechaun screamed, it's face sizzling as the boot sunk into it's flesh. Tonks and Remus watched in mute horror as the beast collapsed, it's children swarming around it and screaming all the same. Then, in what was probably the most bizarre thing Tonks had ever witnessed, they simultaneously exploded. The Mother Leprechaun's body lay still, and as if on cue, the Doctor appeared, holding the device he had been early.

It didn't look used, and he looked just as baffled as they felt. The silence spanned for several minutes, until Tonks finally spoke.

"Whoa." said Tonks, eyeing the Mother Leprechaun. "Did I just save the world?"

The Doctor nodded, a bit breathlessly. "A bit, yeah."

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"You don't look half bad for a dead man," said Tonks, looking rather sickly sitting next to Remus. The Doctor winced.

They were back in the TARDIS, more specifically the Medical Bay. Remus had been fascinated by the TARDIS, gushing about the technology like a schoolboy.

"Yeah, sorry about that." he said finally, grabbing her arm and stabbing her with a syringe. Tonks yelped in pain, ripping her arm backwards.

"I'd thought you'd up and died." said Tonks, glaring slightly.

The Doctor frowned. "Oh, never. You saved the planet, Tonks."

Tonks nodded solemly, pulling out her wand casually before tossing a stinging hex at him, grumbling, "Prat."

The Doctor yelped, shaking his arm in attempt to relieve the sting. Annoyed, he asked, "What was that for!?"

Tonks held up her infected arm (which was returning to normal at a rapid pace), and the Doctor grimaced. "Still hurt."

She raised a brow, "Oh suck it up. And, at least now you can cross that bit off your death list."

"I assure you, Tonks, being hexed by a witch was not placed highly on my bucket list." replied the Doctor.

"Hm, well, now it's definitely not."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Now, as thrilling as this day has been—it's probably best we return to the Order as soon as possible. They'll be worried since we never checked in."

"Nearly sunrise now," said the Doctor. "Why didn't you just go off along the way?"

Remus sighed, and Tonks huffed, answering for him. "We did have a bunch of space leprechauns chasing after us."

"Right." agreed the Doctor. "Well, I suppose the least I can do is drop you off."

"The least?" Tonks nearly hissed, before Remus gave her a poisonous glare. She sighed. "That would be lovely, thanks, Doctor."

"Thank you, Doctor," said Remus, giving the Doctor the current address. Tonks stood slowly, following them to the counsel room.

The Doctor danced around the controls, pulling random levers and the same odd sound from earlier filled the air as the machine shook. Tonks grinned, exchanging look with Remus as the ship landed.

Remus gave a sort of half wave, glancing at Tonks as he walked to the door. Tonks trailed after slowly, looking around.

"You could come with," said the Doctor suddenly. "With me."

Tonks froze in her steps, turning.

"Me?" she asked. "Why?"

"You did save the planet." he reminded her.

"But that was an accident," Tonks protested weakly.

"You should go," Remus interjected, leaning against the door.

The Doctor grinned. "You are welcome too, Remus. Brilliant, you both were."

Remus waved him off. "I've got people who need me here. But Tonks. She should go."

Tonks looked between them, unsure. "We've got a war, Remus. I can't just leave."

"It's a time machine," probed the Doctor. "All of time and space, and you just gotta say yes."

Tonks exhaled sharply, her eyes sparkling. She glanced at Remus, opening her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "Just go. I'll find something to tell the others."

Then, she was throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, thank you Remus." she whispered, taking a step back.

Remus nodded, finally exiting the ship. Tonks watched him go silently, before she turned to the Doctor, beaming.

"So…" he said, grinning. "Where'd you wanna go first?"