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Castiel frowned and gave the second Doctor a strange look. "How do you mean: exactly as you remember?"
Eleven clapped in his hands and pointed at Cas. "Yes, excellent question. You see, we -," he gestured between Ten and himself, "are the same. But I am older. His next regeneration. I've got his memories and more."
Alexis ran a hand through her hair. "This is really weird..." So now there weren't only monsters, but also aliens?
"Indeed. But let's focus on why they are here, yes?" Gil said, she started to have had a bit enough of it. Yes, this was weird but couldn't they get to the point now? This was taking long enough, it was time for some action.
The door of the second police box swung open and three other persons stepped outside. "The girl is right," said the woman with red hair. "Why are we here, Doctor?"
She saw the suprised expressions of the Americans. "I'm Amy, this is Rory and that is Jamie. We're the Doctor's companions."
"O-okay." Gil shrugged, whatever.
"Yes, right." Eleven clapped his hands, again. "Ten is here -," but he was interrupted, again.
"Ten?" Emily repeated. She thought his name was the Doctor?
"He's the tenth Doctor, I'm the eleventh. So, to avoid confusion: he's Ten, I am Eleven."
Fair enough.
When Eleven was sure he wouldn't be interrupted, he continued. "Ten is here because the United Kingdom is in need for some Hunters. The best of the best."
They all turned their head towards Ten. He nodded. "That's true. Something is happening at the other side world."
"Legends are coming to life," Eleven added. "But you think it is a witch, possessed by a demon."
Ten put his hands in the pockets of his trousers. "Well, yes. What else would it be?"
The wheels in Sam's head were turning and spinning, legends coming to life? He had never heard of that before. Well, he supposed a trickster would be able to, but then it would be an illusion and the Doctors are sure it's coming to life. Otherwise they wouldn't verbalise it like that. And a witch possessed by a demon? That happened only rarely. Mostly because witches knew how to protect theirselves against possession. The only time when that would happen was when a witch agreed to be possessed. A demon and witch working together. Most unlikely, but possible.
"It's a demon," Eleven clarified. "But not just any kind of demon. It's an archdemon."
Castiel smiled, not believing that for one second. "There are no such things as archdemons."
"There is. Just one, but it is one highly pissed off archdemon."
"Nonsense." Cas refused to believe that. Demons were created by Lucifer; they were created from corrupted human souls that had endured extensive torture in Hell. And while Lucifer was an archangel, it wouldn't be possible for him to create an equal much as himself. Only God could, but surely He wouldn't create an archdemon.
"I've had years to research this, angel. I know what I'm talking about."
Castiel strode towards Eleven and stopped right in front of him, their faces were only a few inches apart. Cas' eyes were spitting fire in anger. "I am an angel of the Lord. I am older than you are, Time Lord. I know what I am talking about."
"I really doubt that," Eleven retorted, which suprised all of them. They wondered how old the alien would be if he dared to claim he was older than the angel.
Dean stepped towards the two and grabbed Cas by his shoulder, pulling him a bit away from the Time Lord. Dean turned his head towards Ten, who was awfully quiet. "Do you believe Eleven?" he asked Ten.
Ten bit his lip and his brown eyes studied Eleven's face. A few moments passed by in silence before he gave an answer. "I don't know what he knows, but I believe he's speaking the truth. How highly unlikely that may seem."
Sam crossed eyes with Alexis, if this truly was the work of an archdemon, then how on Earth were they suppose to defeat it? They knew nothing about it and he was sure the Men of Letters knew nothing about its power either. No book in this bunker would hold that knowledge.
"But -," Eleven started, raising his index finger in the air - Dean wondered if Eleven was able to talk without so much hand gestures - , "I know how we can defeat it. At least, I have a theory."
They all waited in suspense for Eleven to explain his theory...
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Ariel casted a glance upon the note on her desk. She tried to turn her attention back at the book on her lap, but her eyes kept wandering off towards the note. She hesitated and almost reached for her cell phone but held herself in. Fiercely, she shook her head. No. She was not going to call him first.
On the small piece of paper was a cell phone number written. John Watson's phone number, to be exact. They had exchanged numbers in the music store, but Ariel was not going to call him first. No. She was not desperate. Again, her eyes wandered back towards the note and mentally she shook herself. Stop it!
She. Was. Not. Going. To. Call. Him.
But then, her phone started to buzz. Ariel closed her book and grabbed the cell phone. She recognised the number, even though it was not in her contacts, but last few hours she had continued to stare at it.
John was calling her! She squealed, realised she was squealing and quickly stopped. God, what was wrong with her? Never in her life had somebody made her feel like this; sure she had fangirled over celebrities, but never over somebody she actually knew. Maybe, maybe she had a real-life crush? It would explain her swirling thoughts, though.
Quickly, before he would give up, Ariel answered her phone. "Hello, John," she said, but her voice cracked by the 'o' of 'hello', and she cleared her throat. Real charming...
Ariel could almost see him smile at the other end of the line as he answered her greeting. Oh, his smile was so cute. Wait, what?
"Hi. It's nice to hear your voice again."
Aw, that was really sweet of him. Again, Ariel was suprised by her own thoughts. Correction: she had a massive crush. It was insane.
"Yes, likewise." She paused for a moment, not sure how to continue now. She was like an awkward little turtle (A/N: Yes, I've got that from you, dragoonlord ;P ). She touched the silver ring with a blue sapphire around her right thumb. "Why are you calling, John?" Ariel decided to ask him as he stayed silent as well.
"I - I was wondering," he stuttered, "if you would like to drink a cup of tea with me? Tomorrow, perhaps?"
Ariel's heart skipped a beat, was he asking her on a date? A big grin appeared on her face. Best. Day. Ever.
"I would love that."
But, as the narrator told you in chapter 1.03, you know Ariel and John would meet again under worse, very worse circumstances... The tension...!
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A/N: Hehehe yes, I tried to break the fourth wall. Sorta. Still new at that.
Anywho, I promised you would see your character soon again, so there you are trxyler- :) But what's going to happen??? O.o Who knows, who knows...
Also, I was thinking about doing 'flash back'-chapters. If you have read my Marvel chat, you know what I'm talking about. Long story short: it would be about your character's past. Perhaps I can call those the Zero chapters, hehehe. So, yes, well... If you would like that, let me know!
Alright, I'm done. I'm gonna celebrate my birthday! Off to Nijmegen we go! Yay!
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