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Felicia was a little surprised when, on exiting the TARDIS, she and the Doctor were confronted by Julianna.
"What the hell you doing in there?" Rufus demanded, glowering.
"What the hell business is it of yours?" Felicia snapped back, immediately annoyed by his attitude. Where he had suddenly got this desire to be protective of her she had no idea, but she was getting pretty sick of it, all things told. The Doctor came out of the newsstand after her, pulling the newsstand door closed. For the first time it made a satisfying click, and the Doctor shook it to make sure it was locked. He turned around to see the new arrivals.
"Julianna. Rufus. Interesting time of morning to be out," he said conversationally. And, he was right, Felicia realised. It must have been still before five in the morning, and yet here were her friends. For Rufus to be out of bed before ten seemed strangely out of character. Though the fact the Doctor was greeting Rufus with some sort of gang handshake seemed eve
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The shutters were pulled down on the TARDIS and the side door was locked, which meant Felicia banged as loud as she could on the side where the interior door seemed to be.
She had quickly pulled on a light florally dress to see the Doctor when it occurred to her how useful it had been during the day that she had ended up spending it in her gym gear. As such the dress was pulled off and replaced with gym shorts, a t-shirt, a second set of looser shorts and her trusty sneakers.
She had been hopeful about escaping from her house without anyone noticing, given that it was three in the morning, but she had completely forgotten the household schedule, and encountered her father getting ready to head in to work. A janitor at a hospital in Tribeca, his shift was an awkward time, but it did have the advantage that he was hope relatively early in the afternoon. They had exchanged some small talk as he queried why she would be heading out, but fortunately her outfit backed up her story that s
The Myth Makers - 8Chapter Eight
To say things were progressing smoothly would be papering over some rather enormous cracks, Verity reflected, after her mother had asked her how her new job was going. In fact, if she were brutally honest about the entire situation, she was not feeling at all comfortable at the BBC.
She had arrived on the Monday as required, and was secretly delighted to find Sydney standing out the front of Television Centre's entrance, waiting for her, cigarette between his lips. He had been all smiles and welcomed her in, which was for his own safety, she had told him. After his conniving way of getting her to take the job, he was lucky she hadn't tried to sucker punch him. Newman had simply laughed at this, and taken her through the door way.
From there it was a series of meet and greets for the rest of the day. Newman had taken her first to meet Donald Wilson, and she cordially smiled at him and said "Nice to meet you Donald," which gave him a slightly pained expression, though he va
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Felicia yawned and stretched and lay back on her bed, flicking through Facebook on her phone. She was a little surprised to find that nobody had posted anything about the day's events, though perhaps that was the mysterious UNIT's responsibility. Certainly no one had even bothered to make mention of the Hudson River Monster (which was a phrase Felicia was keen to see take off, but Julianna had laughed at her and told her that it lacked a certain something that made monster names memorable).
The sound of fairies spreading pixie dust (well, a tinkle that Julianna had whimsically described as fairies spreading pixie dust) emanated from her phone, and Felicia saw that Jules had texted her a message.
have u talked to Rufus about andre?
Oh god, Felicia thought. Andre was dead. It hadn't even hit home that Andre was dead. Not that she and Jules were particularly close to him, but Rufus had been. They had been good friends, though she knew Rufus annoyed Andre beyond belief at times. How co