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I can tell she's growing fond of you already. Sarah Jane had just said precisely the wrong thing. I've got a lot to do - I've just had a clue about where the Trickster is.

He's apparently got a weapon if only I can figure out where. I can't be hanging around taking care of a teenager. I'll just She's still an innocent.

Hanging around with me, well I don't want to be responsible for corrupting her. Or worse. Where's Rose?

I thought you two would be joined at the hip by now. But Alex is so fragile right now, maybe just to give her some stability-". I'm very sorry, but I can't offer stability.

But I can't help her. I'm not Alex has Too many people have let her down. Quite frankly I'm livid at her most recent parents - I don't know how they can have just done that to her-".

I think you saw yourself in her a bit. As Rani would say: Over-identify much? She doesn't deserve that. Her hand fooled by the lingering sensation, she closed it at her side.

Happy 9 year anniversary to this story! Can't believe it's been 9 years already! For some reason it feels like an instant and a lifetime all at once!

Once again, thanks to my collaborator Meribor for all the great cleanup work she's doing on these! The Doctor had spent quite a bit of time staking out various theatres in this area, and finally found one that fit all the specifications from the riddle.

It was a tiny, run-down little place that he almost wouldn't've noticed if he hadn't been specifically looking for it. Explains all the Roman references in the riddle.

This is a private rehearsal! Theatre critic for the Guardian. That opened some doors for him instantly. He found himself having to fend off nearly everyone involved in the production - from the director, Zachariah Penderghast, to the lead actress Lauren Franklin, to even the prop master Trey Vanderwaahl.

They all wanted to be featured in the story he was pretending to put out. But even as overwhelming as this onslaught was, he had to admit it gave him good cover to poke around and ask questions as the day's rehearsals dragged on.

The play wasn't very good. Some very obvious whodunit with overblown acting. But he kept poking around, hoping to find some clue as to what this weapon of the Trickster's was.

Why would it be hidden here, of all places? That's what he couldn't get out of his head. He tried to turn his attention back to the lead understudy.

Margot was an early something with wavy blonde hair and a real desperate need to monologue at whoever would listen. She's just got the job cuz she has bigger tits, but they're faker than she is," she went on derisively "There's a scoop for you.

I'm only doing this show because I think it'll be good exposure, yeah? Make a break out role for me? You must have all kinds of big connections in your line of work.

This flipped a switch in her and she was laying on the charm even heavier than her mascara. We could go back to my dressing room and I could give you a She then proceeded to butcher Shakespeare while tugging at his shirt, and he had to cut her off there.

She seemed distinctly displeased by this refusal. Another young actress ran on stage. There was some commotion while people started scouring the place looking for her.

The Doctor joined in the search, scanning with his sonic screwdriver concealed in his pocket. She seemed to be nowhere to be found.

You a cop? He decided just to roll with it, thinking it might give him an in. Been tracking a dangerous criminal, got tipped off it might be in your area.

He turned to her with a clenched jaw and a serious look on his face. I'm just the understudy, I don't really have much to do during rehearsal except get hammered.

And at the first sign of real trouble I'm pulling the plug on your involvement, you got that? He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye.

She didn't even have to think about it. Yeah…" she nodded toward the tech booth. Margot guided him to a ladder near the far corner of the room, and the two of them ascended onto a narrow sort of balcony upon which a single spotlight was stationed.

At the right-hand side of the balcony was the tiny tech booth: a small room crammed full of many blinking lights and buttons that controlled the entire stage.

When the Doctor and Margot entered the tech booth, they found a red-haired woman in her early 20s sitting and listening to music through big headphones that pressed her short hair out at odd angles.

She was wearing a green and black striped shirt that had a little alien on it, a black velvet mesh skirt with stars on it, big black boots, and a leather jacket.

She was also wearing thick black glasses over her eyes which had a great deal of sloppily applied black makeup on them and matched her black lipstick.

Oh for God's sake-" She snatched the headphones off the woman's head. The redhead was angered by this intrusion, and snatched back her headphones.

But in the struggle the headphones had come loose and now the music she was listening to freely floated about the room. Her accent seemed to be Scottish - Edinburgh, if he was not mistaken.

He fished out his psychic paper another time and showed it to her. Not the most social butterfly, me. She turned to the Doctor and rolled her eyes again.

Besides, what business would you have up here? As you can see, I'm all alone up here as usual. Nobody up here but Earth's most unwanted.

Some people crack under the pressure. I could see you being an Anya, but you strike me as more of a Willow. But she didn't seem insulted.

It happens. Good luck with this one, mate. She's got all the deductive skills of a cheese danish. The Doctor suddenly became aware that when the headphones had been snatched off her head that music had begun playing in the small room.

He focused on the lyrics. Margot noticed that he'd been distracted. I have their entire discography.

They are my favorite band, after all. But this is-". The Doctor finished with her. More 90s pop culture for you? Margot left and only then did the Doctor feel free to speak.

And what's the deal with the blank sheet of paper you were waving around? Everyone else seems to be buying into it, and you don't even seem to be selling.

She gave him a funny look. Cuz the mysterious stranger thing doesn't work on me. If there's anything I've learned in my 23 years it's that you don't trust a guy who likes the same kind of music that I do and definitely don't trust a guy who tells you what you want to hear.

It's mostly drunk theatre. Drunk Shakespeare and the like So tell me again what counts as someone 'acting odd. Why is that? Have you maybe experienced any unexplained time loss?

Moments when time just seemed to disappear? This might be easier to identify since you couldn't blame it on drink. She definitely looked at him strangely, then.

Time can't just disappear," she said, slowly. Ironic tees and all? You know, if I thought there was foul play involved with Lauren, I'd start asking her understudies.

I know Margot would do anything for a big break. But if you'll excuse me, I'm getting a migraine. Did I somehow get my years mixed up again?

But she simply jammed her headphones back over her ears and tuned him out. He knew, however, that she was watching his reflection in the window, so he left.

Not the word I was gonna use," Margot said, obliviously. Are you gonna arrest her now? She'd be an easy red herring for the real alien.

No, I need more information first. I made that mistake recently of assuming someone was the alien before I had enough information.

I won't make that mistake again. The director came out from backstage. I just need to do the rest of this on my own. It's too dangerous. If she doesn't come back, you've got to put the show on yourself.

He felt bad about this - he'd been afraid this would happen. He clapped his hands together. We're not friends. I'm not even sticking around after this is over.

I'm just strictly here to catch the bad guy then I'm moving on. You understand? Once he was sure everyone had gone home for the night, the Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to enter the theatre.

He was surprised to find that there was still light in the tech booth and a single spotlight was shining on center stage, where an old-fashioned microphone was set up.

He walked forward to investigate more, and heard some talking from backstage. He stepped forward, peering out into the bright lights. It was that girl again, the red-haired one from earlier.

Now she looked different. She'd left her Walkman in the tech booth, so her headphones weren't wrapped securely around her head. She smoothed it down in a way that indicated that she was a bit uncomfortable in something this form-fitting and felt a bit self-conscious.

Her short hair remained a mess and still stuck out at odd angles. He stayed in the shadows, clandestinely observing. She moved towards the center stage, her posture straight and shoulders back even as she messed around with something on her phone.

She cleared her throat as she reached the microphone beneath the single spotlight on center stage. She cleared her throat again, apparently satisfied with something on her phone.

She hit a button and within seconds the stage was filled with the sound of an old-school swing number. The Doctor exited the door stage right that led into the audience area so that he could get a better look.

Music always mollified her. It put her at ease with herself in a way she couldn't be with others. Music understood her in a way that people just Now, in the spotlight with her music, she felt free to close her eyes and breathe.

Her shoulders, which normally stuck out like two knives that could repel invaders from her personal space, were slowly loosening. Instead of crossed, her arms relaxed at her side.

The tension slowly left her body in waves and she smiled a bit to herself in a way that was almost a little endearing. That was the smile of someone who was having fun, but thought they were being a little ridiculous.

She hooked a leg around the mic stand and giggled to herself before trying to become serious again and singing:. He stood, transfixed, off in a shadowy corner where she couldn't quite see.

He watched her dance through the chorus and the second verse, occasionally laughing to herself in a self-conscious way. The funny thing is, he thought.

Her insecurity about it is obviously showing through. But he had to admit he found that quality more endearing.

She was, after all, doing this for no audience - it was just for her own enjoyment. There was no air of competition or pretention about it.

She was just having fun. Then she focused on it. The Doctor reached center stage, and used two fingers to check the pulse on Lauren's neck. She turned her focus to the Doctor.

There's always some lingering magic here when I get to be alone. Putting her defenses back up. Just stumbled on your little performance by accident. She first looked at him feistily then swatted his hand away and rose to her feet on her own.

You accuse me of something I did do, and I'll cop to it, but I'm sick of always having people assume I'm the one behind things all the time. I know I make a good scapegoat, but damn!

It probably expects that nobody will still be here by now, so it might already be back in the building,"she surmised. The young woman looked at him, sharply.

First rule of the murder mystery is to look at the mysterious stranger. He straightened up and showed the young woman what he'd found on the body.

It's a Grackenvite dart. Grackenvites shoot these from their fingers to immobilize their prey with the toxin in them.

Most known species in the universe feel it as a paralytic, and it has the side effect of memory loss.

I found evidence of Grackenvite venom when I was looking around earlier - just trace amounts. But I didn't have full confirmation until now.

I asked because Grackenvites are parasites. They attach themselves to a host organism and occasionally take control of that host when they need to feed or feel threatened in some way.

The host has no idea - they just fall asleep for the event, essentially. So I asked on the off-chance that perhaps you'd noticed that you were missing time.

Another side effect," he added, "is a short temper. I mean It set up shop in a drunk theatre. Not for any logical reason, mind She still bothered him and he had some suspicions about her, so he decided to keep her around for the moment.

The venom has acted as a paralytic, but she'll wake up after a few hours. He shrugged. I was looking for a reaction. Maybe a dressing room?

The Doctor laid Lauren out on a small sofa in a dressing room and conducted a brief examination of her. She should wake up fine. What are you, really?

A cop? I don't generally like cops-". I'm just someone passing through. You can call me the Doctor, by the way. She scoffed. But I guess that explains something.

I'm kind of prejudiced against doctors. Hate them almost as much as I hate cops. Bit self-important, if you ask me," she continued.

He grinned, startled again by the ancient references this girl seemed to have in unlimited supply. No such luck. They're stronger and more resilient than their host organism, but they integrate completely.

They take on some of the weaknesses of the host - whether it's a flaw of the species or some kind of physical or psychological defect the host has.

I mean, humans are soft and fragile and just full of exploitable individual weakness. I don't fancy turning on all the lights and letting it know where we are, but we could use a little illumination.

The young woman obliged, fighting the urge to say lumos under her breath as she did so. Margot scoffed.

There's no need to be so dramatic. The redhead rolled her eyes. If I'm not able to be dramatic, I might die.

But Margot was laughing at the redhead. You just straight up stole that from wardrobe, didn't you? Let me give you a newsflash - you are not filled out enough to pull off that look.

Margot pushed the redhead against the wall and pressed her arm against her throat to keep her pinned there. The redhead blinked, surprised by this.

Margot's eyes were glowing red as coals, and when she realized she'd been made, she began unhinging her jaw as multiple rows of sharp teeth sprang from them.

She reeled back suddenly, grabbing at her own eyes as if something was burning her. The redhead took this opportunity to escape. But Margot was starting to get her bearings.

They began running, but she pulled away from him. They came to a stop. He was momentarily stunned, but ran after her once he regained his composure.

You English are all the same! I just know when I was learning French, the French still had rules against the English claiming their language. He tried to give her a boost to help her go faster, but she swatted his hands away from her waist.

Hands off , Casanova! She neared the top of the ladder when Margot caught up with them. The blonde succeeded in giving the Doctor a bite right on the leg.

He managed to kick her off and made it to the top. The other girl pulled the ladder up. The two of them looked down through the window, where they could see Margot still glaring at them from the floor.

Kept her from getting loose? She gets very fixated on holding a grudge and very particularly doesn't like me.

What other weaknesses does she have? Oh I've got an idea. That sonic thing you've got - does it wreak havoc on audio equipment? Not a good enough payback for a feedback loop.

I quite like my rig intact You see Margot really doesn't like my music, especially the stuff with screaming in it.

D'you think if I flood the place with all the lights my rig can come up with and a heavy dose of screaming then she might get disoriented long enough for you to make it down with some pepper spray and fend her off?

The redhead rolled her eyes and pulled a Marauder's map backpack from under the counter. She unzipped a pocket and pulled out several more bottles.

It's a good plan. Surprisingly high-tech for someone who still has a Denon DCP What country do you think this is? You'll go blundering around and mess something up.

This is essentially my little universe, and I'm the god of it. Got it? The tech flooded the entire auditorium with lights of all colors, rotating and moving them in a disorienting sort of way.

At the same time as the lights came on, a rough-sounding rock song came on. In it a woman sang - though he wouldn't call it singing so much as wailing.

The Doctor made it to the ground, looking around cautiously for Margot, but the sound of the screaming had evidently pushed her back further.

This is Queen Adreena. Hotel Aftershow. He looked in the indicated direction, catching sight of a clearly confused and disoriented Margot.

She was twitching a lot, knocking into things as she tried to move in any sort of direction. The music continued to blare as all this was going on and began to get screamy again.

When it got quiet again, the Doctor found Margot cowering. We protect each other. There was a brief struggle while the Doctor pepper sprayed her several times, but it kept enraging her more.

Clearly the Grackenvite wasn't going down without a fight. The song was winding to a close with the typical Queen Adreena flair for cacophony when the Doctor managed to get Margot to the floor.

The Grackenvite laughed hoarsely. The plan was always infiltration. Get someone close to you, and you'll protect them at great cost.

This thought horrified the Doctor and caught him off guard, so when she lunged again he realized he was out of pepper spray.

Margot got him to the ground this time and was about to go for the jugular when a new song started. He hardly noticed, though, because it was another screamy Queen Adreena song.

So why don't you leave him out of it? This is between you and me, eh? Just you and me. So let's tango. Now are you gonna attack already, or are we gonna keep doing the side-step?

Margot snarled and leapt at her, unhinging her jaw and curling her hands into claws. The girl allowed herself to be tackled. A Jack Off Jill CD was in the Discman, but not the same one she'd been listening to earlier.

It had been paused strategically at a screamy part as well. Margot screamed and tried to claw it off but had her arms pinned to her side by the Doctor and his new comrade as they held the headphones on long enough for it to kill the Grackenvite inside of her.

That wasn't "French Kiss the Elderly", was it? A Bed of Roses. I don't mean apologize to me. I mean apologize to my Discman. I apologize profusely to your Denon DCP Without it, we might have lost our lives today.

She seemed satisfied with that answer. Tough little machine, that. Might be an outdated piece of tech, but nothing is quite so sturdy as my DCP Please kill me if I ever sound so capitalist again.

I'm gonna See if she's awake yet. I won't tell your secret to anyone, alright? They put the injured girls into a taxi with the promise that they'd tell no one what happened that night and sent them off to the hospital to get checked out.

She smiled in spite of herself and chuckled a bit as well. Linguistics, man. It's fun. Grackenvite venom is a paralytic on humans but on my species it's a bit more like What am I going to do with you?

This was a bit of an effort in his condition. Don't wander off. Don't move. I won't have you messing with the prop table or costumes or anything important, understand?

When she returned, she'd changed into black sweatpants and a black and white tshirt that had a typewriter on it and the words 'I write fiction, what's your superpower?

She handed him one. Not that I'm against self-medication, per se, alcohol just doesn't do it for me. I've been told that coffee is good for making people less drunk and, well, I don't drink coffee.

Also currently out of tea. But I make really good butterbeer. Drink up. Or are you a medical doctor, Agent Scully?

I just picked up a thing or two about basic first aid in my travels. She rolled her eyes. This wound is pretty nasty, but it's not too bad. I'll disinfect it if you'll hold still and not act like a baby.

Also I need you to elevate the leg for me. He laughed to himself, giddy from the Grackenvite venom and jumping straight to a Young Frankenstein reference.

There was a pause, while he took a sip of his drink. He didn't even question where she'd get the ingredients so fast in a place like this, because the thought didn't occur to him in this state.

The butterbeer really was quite good, but he had the feeling that if he brought that up she would just ignore him. She finished dressing his wound and then winced.

Most humans I meet at least show some fear. But I don't think I've seen you be properly afraid even once. You were too curious to be afraid.

She sighed with exasperation. The natural assumption is that you would use it to fill dead air - because complete silence leaves us alone with our thoughts.

But that's not entirely true, is it? You also use it because actually sitting down and having a conversation with someone makes you nervous, so you've got to soothe yourself somehow.

It's all the hammering in our heads. You were so convinced it was me for a moment and then the moment I told you that I wasn't human you stopped believing me.

And it's funny because the whole time I was convinced you were the alien. Actually, now that I think about it, do you mind if I have a turn at the jukebox?

Seems to me that you've been in charge of the station long enough and someone else should have a turn DJing. She hesitated, because she didn't enjoy the thought of letting someone else on her computer.

And no making fun of me. He took control of the laptop as she handed it over. He scrolled down the list of bands that she had stored up there, occasionally making an approving noise or two, until he found something that seemed to surprise him.

Like, the movie soundtrack? Now give it back, dummy! She sank back in her own seat, with a resigned sigh. He sat the laptop to the side and picked up his mug of butterbeer, taking another sip as he watched her reaction.

Once again, she wasn't really having one outwardly, except looking annoyed. The fashion, the music, the movies and show you talk about I mean, you even have a Walkman instead of the iPod that everyone else of this era has.

But then you definitely do have a laptop, and a cellphone So what is it? I do like modern things, you know. It's been through a lot with me.

Also, iPods are a bit expensive. Little by little. The adrenaline from the fight was finally leaving her and she was beginning to feel a little sleepy.

Nevermind, that sounds stupid. Don't want to be lumped in with this lot. I always knew something else was out there and always felt like I would I always felt like a bit of an alien.

Like there's something weird and freakish about me and I don't really belong here. Like the Radiohead song says I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo But that's not even everything there is to it.

Everything here feels so small, so suffocating. I've always wanted to travel, to see more of the world.

Even as a kid I used to I used to want to get abducted by aliens, more than anything. Of course I gave up on that now.

I wish sometimes I could just run away and have adventures. I feel kind of like, and this is the stupidest part, like I'm a time traveler.

Everything I show outwardly - my interests, my aesthetic, even some of my ideals - were bred in the 90s, when I had no real knowledge of any of this important cultural stuff.

I came into it later, as everyone else was moving away from it. I'm a time traveler from the past, stuck in time like amber, not moving forward.

In the collective cultural past as well as in my own. I don't know, it's fucking weird. I'm not making sense. But the phrases you use You've probably been here a few years, based on my knowledge of accents.

You know, it's part of why I assumed you were the alien. I thought you were doing a near perfect imitation of an Earth accent. I keep making that mistake lately.

But answer me this: What were you doing on the stage tonight before I came in? Because that was, well, that was sort of stunning, actually.

You should be up there performing instead of sitting in the wings. The mistake they always make is thinking they're better than me. If more people just would look around and realize that there is no reason for petty feuds or competition, my life would be so much easier.

I'm not better than they are. Typically, performers aren't this bad. Things are very simple working in this business. People come, they work together for a time, then they leave.

No time for attachments or expectations. You move on to the next bunch. Or at least annoy them. I'm a bit loud. I even turned down the opportunity to have a full tech team because I just prefer doing it all myself.

At the end of the day, though, it doesn't matter. I don't need to venture out into the real world. I've never needed friends.

Got my hobbies, my music I spend an abnormal amount of time rewatching Dollhouse. And that's enough. They're simple. There is a structure.

Life is a bit more chaotic and people don't say what they mean. I can turn you out in a heartbeat if you start being sappy. I like story structure, yeah, but I'm not about to let myself get pulled along by some narrative.

We're not friends or And I refuse to play that game. This isn't shippable. We're not being tricked into anything by heightened emotions from circumstances.

We're strangers, and you're gonna leave tomorrow and we'll never see each other again. That's the deal. A much younger me.

A me that I'm starting to think was actually right the whole time. Then the song changed and he chuckled a bit to himself. Bit random having Regina Spektor come on right after Josie, isn't it?

I've been traveling for a long time and I've picked up lots of friends along the way. But I keep Bad things keep happening and when they get through it They've changed.

And it's my fault. So I've started traveling alone. Figured it was better that way. But now You're just talking about how you always wanted to be abducted by aliens-".

I don't want things anymore. Wanting and wishing is for children. I was always terrified that this was all there is.

Just this little planet, nothing else to discover. Shown you the wonders of the universe. But I can't do that.

I can't have you getting corrupted. I'm incorruptible. Nobody can corrupt me, not worse than I already have. Get you far away from whatever it is you're looking for.

She was hardly breathing. But if you do turn out to actually have a spaceship Well, I call shotgun. He smiled at her and leaned back on the sofa, singing along to the song that was on.

She watched him, thinking that she'd never in her life met a sadder person. Except of course herself. The Doctor woke up first the next morning, memories of the previous night flooding back all at once.

He glanced over at the redhead who was fast asleep on a nearby beanbag chair, having fallen asleep with headphones on and Discman in hand.

He took out his sonic screwdriver and gave her a quick scan, feeling almost invasive for doing so. But he had to be sure.

He slipped out and returned to the TARDIS. He stood up at the controls wondering where he should go next, feeling suddenly very lonely.

There was a part of him that wanted to return to Sarah Jane and make sure Alex was doing alright. Another part of him wanted to go back for the redheaded stranger - he had the feeling that she was running from something big and he wanted to make sure she could do that.

No, he said to himself. Bad ideas. You can't do that to more people. They're both so damaged already, they're better off without you.

He started combing the place trying to find where the ringtone was coming from. He finally unearthed a little black flip phone that had fallen through the floor.

He peered at the caller ID and saw that it said 'Sky' on it. Remembering that this was the name of Sarah Jane's new daughter, he answered it.

Are you one of them alien dentists because I'll fight you if I have to. That's when he figured out what must've happened.

He walked slowly back up to the control room, debating whether or not it was a good idea to go back there.

He couldn't risk bringing any of his drama onto these 15 year old kids. But then something else occurred to him. The Doctor returned to the theatre to find the redhead sitting center stage, dressed once again in her characteristic leather jacket with a concert tee and jeans.

She was completely alone and her sound system was playing a familiar song. The Doctor crossed to sit next to her, their feet both dangling from the edge of the stage.

She didn't quite look at him yet. He had just been too plastered to know if it had really happened or not. These were still pale ghosts of smiles - there was some hesitation to them, some apprehension.

They weren't at all like the look she'd gotten on her face when she'd been singing and thought she was alone. He couldn't quite explain it to himself, but he wanted to try to make her smile like that again.

Her smile faded just a bit. Thought you'd shoved off. So I've got a serious question for you Are you Did you die in the 90s and just get stuck here?

She knew he was teasing and decided to give it right back to him. She turned her whole body towards him, tucking her legs underneath her as she laughed in disbelief.

You figured it out! Now I am free of this mortal coil and can go into the light! He was amused and impressed at how she immediately understood that reference.

How about…" he began, looking her over. I always identified a bit more with Mrs White in the movie. But maybe you're on to something.

He peered at the black shirt with the big 'G' on it. Greatest night of my life. Caught them at Troxy just after Well, let's just say they gave me back my will to live even if just for a moment.

I'd just moved to London not even a year earlier and after that I stopped just scraping by in that expensive motel I was staying in and got the job here.

You know they're releasing a 20th anniversary version of their debut this year? Got it pre-ordered. Gonna go see them in Manchester when they get here in a few months.

That should fill your need to call me based on my hair color and the shirt could be 'G' for Garbage as well as 'G' for Ginger. Oh and also Am I Ginger?

He paused, looking her over. Well, I actually am one. I'm a time traveling alien. Pre-chorus: Robert You got me doin' things I never do I can't stop feenin' and dreamin' about you oh whoa And about your love it feels so real to me You know what to say And you know just what to do Chorus: Robert What you got for me ooh I wanna see I've been waitin' way too long I've been waitin' way Got me losin' my cool Don't know what I'm gon' do yeah You got me going said you got me going You got me going said you got me going.

Chorus: Big Mike What you got for me yeah I wanna see that's what I wanna see I've been waitin' way too long Got me losin' my cool Don't know what I'm gon' do ooh yeah yeah You got me going you got me You got me going hey.

Outro: All Know what I want from you So what you got baby You know I wanna see What you can do with me Girl If you only knew The things that we can do I'm ready to recieve Just what you got for me.

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