A.N. I do not own Doctor Who or Inuyasha. Thanks again to Blackwidow Framer!

Smiling gently at the stranger, the Higurashi matriarch set some tea before him. "So, you were able to go to the past with her? I wasn't aware anyone but she and Inuyasha could travel between times."

"Well, I'm a time traveler myself, so that probably explains it-Does your daughter often disappear to parts unknown with that foul mouth?" His tone was not disrespectful, almost testing. After all, if the woman was to let her daughter run off with the half demon, surely she would not have too many objections should he take her with him. Saved him a lot of trouble.

"Don't talk about Inuyasha like that!" the youngest Higurashi yelled, narrowing his eyes.

"Merely an observation. I assure you, I mean him no ill will." He smiled at the young boy and sipped the tea he was given gratefully.

"Inuyasha is rough, but he is good in his own way." Smiling gently at the foreigner, she set some snacks down on the table. "And Kagome and he are very close."

"Wouldn't change that," the Doctor murmured softly, his eyes suddenly distant and almost knowing. Shaking free of his reverie, the man smiled gratefully to the pretty woman. He could definitely see her in her daughter's face. "Thank you. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated." He picked up a rice ball and ate it thoughtfully.

"Well I think you're probably a demon too, being able to travel time!" the oldest Higurashi suddenly yelled, plastering him with papers.

Eyeing the old man, the alien merely arched an eyebrow and pulled the paper strips from his forehead. He stared at the writing on it and merely chuckled. "I assure you, a demon I am not." Though he wasn't certain if his nonhuman blood would be affected. If the old man had the power his granddaughter did anyway, which he clearly did not.

"Perhaps you're not a demon then... Or just in need of a more powerful purification!" the old man shouted the last part and threw exorcists' powder on him.

Coughing, the white powder irritating his senses, the Doctor stood smoothly. "Perhaps I should be going..."

"Dad! That was uncalled for!" his daughter-in-law chided. Of course, she knew the aged priest couldn't hurt a demonic fly, but he'd doused the poor man in powder. "Please, Doctor, go upstairs and take a nice shower-I'll wash your clothes." She smiled softly and ushered him to the stairway with little resistance.

Not one to scorn hospitality, the man went upstairs and stripped, placing his clothes outside the bathroom. He turned the water on, staring at the assortment of cleaning items. Without much issue, he discerned what belonged to who and opted to use the boy's shampoo and soap.

x~x~x

It had been a week, and the Doctor had not left. He stayed on the Tardis, but found in the day, he enjoyed the Higurashi woman's company. They would chat about her daughter's adventures and her son's love of football. He had never really understood the sport much, but he found her pleasant enough that he didn't mind.

However, the old man was another story. He still didn't seem to trust him and often seemed to leave small, "subtle" wards and things for him to bump into. He'd even discovered him putting holy water in his tea! Of course, the tea had been ruined by too much water.

"In world news, the Prime Minister has announced that he has invited the President of the United States as well as the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom for a visit. The Emperor will host the meeting as a key diplomat.

"However, some question whether this is the time. With disappearances on the rise, and the increased sightings of Unidentified Aircraft have many wondering if this is the time to play host to two world powers."

Drawn from his thoughts by the news, the Doctor frowned. "Unidentified Aircrafts?" He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Well, this may need some investigating." However, he felt he needed an assistant. Outsiders weren't always so welcome here, he had noticed.

Truthfully, it was the perfect opportunity to bring the priestess back to the present. Smiling ruefully, he decided to forgo the primitive well and with a simple wave, headed back out to the Tardis. He set the course for 500 years in the past.

Watching through the window, the old man frowned. "Well good riddance!"

"Dad," Emiko scolded softly, shaking her head. "Besides, I have a feeling that he'll be back. Maybe Kagome too."

"She certainly is a trouble magnet," he sighed. "I shall pray for her safe return."

Absentmindedly, she nodded to her father and turned back to the tv. She wondered vaguely if something on the news had spurred his sudden departure. She shook her head and told herself not to worry-He could take care of himself.