Guest: All the previous dates(1-10) take place before season 6. This current story has to take place after season 6 since I have a very tight time line going for these stories. Sorry for jumping all over the place.

Hey, anymore ideas of what they should do?

I like dressing up but I don't like Halloween but eh, what the hey, when in Rome…

I'm still working on the Season 6. Don't worry but I wanted something Halloweenie… (hehe weenie).

I do not own nada.

"Are you ready yet, Caesar?" Beverly asked impatiently by Caesar's door at Providence base.

"Just a minute." Caesar's muffled voice came from the other side.

Beverly crossed her arms and leaned against the wall next to the door. She blew back her bangs which she had uncharacteristically styled.

Finally, Caesar's door slid opened and he walked out. Beverly could have sworn smoke accompanied him.

Beverly did a double take. Caesar looked like Caesar except his hair was a little bit more styled on top. He was wearing a blue-gray suit, white shirt and red tie. Covering the ensemble he had on a brown overcoat.

"Who are you suppose to be?" Beverly frowned.

"Can't you tell?" Caesar lifted his arms.

"Umm? Agent Fox Mulder?" She guessed.

Caesar looked at her blankly. "No, I'm the 10th doctor!"

"Doctor who?" Beverly did not know what Caesar was talking about.

"Exactly!" Caesar said empathically.

Beverly still had no idea what he was talking about. "Where're the other 9 doctors?" She joked.

"No, I'm a Time Lord known only as The Doctor from the planet Gallifrey. Due to a time war I'm one of the last ones of my kind left. I regenerate when mortally wounded and now I am the 10th regeneration." Caesar launched into a detailed explanation of his character.

"Huh?" Beverly blinked.

"I can't believe it! You've never watched Doctor Who?" Caesar was shocked.

Beverly decided to cut her loses. "Well, you look… very sharp."

"Well, I should since I travel through time and space observing the universe."

"Ooookaaaay. You do realize it's just a costume, right?" Beverly questioned him.

"Of course, but if I have to go to a silly little costume party, I might as well get into character." Caesar said.

"Well, you don't have to go to the silly little costume party if you don't want to." Beverly huffed before turning away.

Realizing that he had offended her, Caesar ran to catch up. "What I meant was, I'm not use to going to social functions… especially not ones that are… more whimsical in nature."

Beverly sighed. Caesar was not the easiest person to get to go to parties. He would rather sit in his lab and tinker with his inventions. So the fact that he had agreed to go with her to tonight's Halloween party was a testament to how much he was willing to please her. She decided to cut him some slack. "So what made you decide to pick this costume?"

"Oh, I already had these in my closet and I didn't feel like going out and buying a costume." Caesar explained.

"Makes sense." Beverly waited. When it was clear that he was not going to say anything, she cleared her throat.

"Are you coming down with a cold?" He asked.

Beverly resisted the urge to face palm. "What do you think of my costume?" She said not so subtly.

"Oh, it's…" Caesar finally got a good look at Beverly's outfit. His jaw dropped. He froze on the spot.

Beverly turned around to look at him. When he didn't move or say anything, she began to feel self-conscious. "Is it too much?"

"No… it's uh, it's uh… you look, ummm, eh… " Caesar sputtered. He yelled at his brain to form words but his brain decided to go on vacation at that moment.

Beverly was dressed in a mermaid costume, complete with shells and tail. The tail was a pencil thin dress that fanned out on the bottom with her feet peeking out on the bottom. It hung in all the right places accentuating her natural curves.

"Maybe I should change." Beverly moved to hide her red face.

"No, no, no, don't do that. It's… you look muy bonita." Caesar started to lapse into Spanish. "Te ves hermosa . Siempre lo haces."

Beverly knew a few words in Spanish. She was sure she heard pretty and always. At least, she thought she heard that. "Thanks? Should we go?"

Caesar just nodded, not trusting himself to say anything else. He offered her his arm and she slipped hers through. They walked down the hallway together to the hanger. Several grunts stopped to gawk at the odd couple.

0o0

"No, the 10th Doctor was the best! He is less cynical than the current one." Caesar was arguing with another costumed Doctor Who, although he seemed to be the 4th or 5th doctor. Beverly wasn't sure. She watched as Caesar got into his lecture mode. She was glad he had something to do. She was worried he'd be bored. Music started playing. She looked over at Caesar who was now drawing on napkins to illustrate a point. She hesitated before deciding to grab Caesar's arm and drag him onto the dance floor. Caesar was still yelling at the other costumed party goer when he found himself under flashing lights. He gave Beverly a curious look.

"Well, you can argue with a stranger all night or… you can spend time with me." She smirked.

Caesar gave a small smile back as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He dipped his head so that their foreheads touched. "I'd rather spend my time with my bonita."

"Good answer." Beverly smiled as her hands moved up his arms till they rested on his shoulders. They stayed on the dance floor until the party was over.

0o0

"That was fun." Beverly yawned as Caesar walked her back to her room.

"It wasn't bad considering the theme of the event." Caesar agreed.

"Did you ever celebrate Halloween?" Beverly asked.

"No, not really. It's not really one of our holidays. The closest thing we have is Día de Muertos." Caesar shrugged.

"Oh yes, Day of the Dead." Beverly nodded remembering her history.

"But my parents were more focused on scientific studies than old superstitions. We still did something for tradition sake especially because of my abuela." Caesar stopped since they arrived at Beverly's door.

"Well, when Becca and I were little we went trick-or-treating. We'd get a giant haul of candy that we'd eat until we got sick. Mom then threw the rest away. Although, honestly, between you and me, I think dad ate the rest." Beverly grinned at the memory.

Caesar liked it when Beverly was happy. They stood there in comfortable silence.

"Well, thanks for taking me. I hope you weren't too bored." Beverly placed her hand on his chest.

"How can I be bored when I'm with you?" Caesar put his hand over hers.

Beverly blushed. "Well, good night."

"Good night." Caesar held onto her hand.

"Um, Caesar?"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to need my hand back."

"Oh sorry." He raised her hand to his lips and gave it a quick peck.

Beverly smiled before walking into her room.

Caesar watched the door slide close before he turned around, shoved his hands into his pocket, and walked down the hall. Half- way down he clicked his heels together and proceeded to return to his room.

Te ves hermosa . Siempre lo haces. = You look beautiful. You always do.