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Penguin, James Penguin - Killian x Reader (Spies in Disguise)

Alternate Title: ‘I Wish I Was James Bond’

Holiday Fic 5! 🐧🐧

@wltz-bby @happyskywhale

@xxstar-bluesxx - From one Killian Stan, to another 😉

Author’s Note: It is EXACTLY a year since I saw this movie for the first time.

I had way too much fun writing these two again, safe to say I missed them a lot 🥰🥰

Not joking, this plot has been in my notes since January - and I was like “Well I missed my chance completely with the song and everything!” It’s too good not to pass up!!

Reader character from my SiD series/prequel? You betcha! 😉 But this time we’re writing for them post-movie!

Also playing into the rehabilitation program / Agent!McFord storyline here. So I hope, Killian Stans, that he’s been worth the wait to come back to you. And that I’m ticking a bunch of boxes.

Note: Whilst the song itself certainly has a Christmas theme, the fic does not. At all.

Penguin, James Penguin - Brad Paisley

I Wish I Was James Bond - Scouting For Girls

Disclaimer: SiD & all associated characters not mine / basically taking the same idea as everyone else and slightly subverting expectations, because it wouldn’t be my fic if I didn’t / you don’t necessarily have to read ‘Mine’ to ‘Fresh Start Fever’ to understand this but it might help / lyrics & gifs not mine.

Premise: In an attempt to figure out how Walters Bio-molecular tech works, Killian ends up getting it wrong with disastrous (hilarious) results...

Words: 6793

Warnings: Christmas themed lyrics/No Christmas themed fic / if you squint there’s some slight sexual banter at the end there /

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I've got another story That I bet you haven't heard Did you know that Santa Has a secret agent bird From an undisclosed location He's watching me and you He's got satellite uplinks in his cufflinks Yeah he sees everything you do He's Penguin, James Penguin That dapper little guy Like a well dressed duck in a three piece tux He's Santa's secret spy Not so very long ago Santa didn't need much help But with more and more kids every year He soon got overwhelmed He told the elves one Christmas We can't do this anymore Then a knight in shining polyester Waddled through his door And it was Penguin, James Penguin He was there to save the day He had wireless And GPS outfitted on the sleigh And Santa said Penguin Won't you be my ears and eyes How'd you like to help me run My SCFBI He's Penguin, James Penguin And now I guess you've heard How Santa got his little Christmas Secret Agent Bird

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I've seen you walk the screen, it's you that I adore Since I was a boy I wanted to be like Roger Moore A girl in every port, and gadgets up my sleeve The world is not enough for the both of us it seems Hello Mr Bond, I've been expecting you Martini in your hand, and that eyebrow that you move Don't take this the wrong way, I know it might sound odd I'm the next double-0, I'm the right man for the job I wanted to be you, I wanted to be you I wanted to be someone else And I wish I was James Bond Just for the day Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away And I wish I was James Bond Just for the day Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away And I wish I was James Bond Just for the day Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away Roger and Sean and Timmy and George And Daniel and Pierce and maybe one day me

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The light grey clouds rolled over the mountains on the horizon line. By the colour alone you suspected that you were due heavy snowfall. Up in a mountaintop hideaway you were growing used to such things... no bright blue sky today.

You folded your arms with a sigh; still, a little bit of sunshine would be nice.

KiTT - your assistance drone - beeped every so often as he moved about the room, doing the odd task. Other than that, the house was silent, for now. Your eyes hovered on the helicopter outside and then back to the clouds; would there be a chance of getting out of here for the next few days? You knew cars would be out of the question, it was treacherous even in snow fairing vehicles... Note to self: Next time choose a boyfriend whose idea of a home is not a typical villain’s hide out. Although you supposed it fit his role in all this. At least to the Agency. Things had changed a lot since Killian had tried to take everyone out with his own drones, but they were still very wary of him. You found yourself tasked with keeping him straight - you weren’t sure they understood your relationship. But agreed anyway.

Having finished his tasks and now bored, KiTT whirred his way back over to you, beeping his greeting. Blue lights flashing. You shook your head at him, “What would you have me do? I’ve given you everything I had on my list, why don’t you ask him if he needs any help?” KiTT’s next series of bleeps had you laughing; “I’m sure he didn’t mean to kick you out like that. K just needs to concentrate. You can get pretty loud!” Your drone protested, which only made you giggle. Especially as he tried to make the argument that he couldn’t possibly be any worse than the rest of them.

KiTT had a point: the drones that the Agency had let you take back now helped both you and Killian with lab work - amongst other things – and, with your own expertise in AI, each now had their own distinctive personality just as KiTT did. Sometimes you regretted that decision. Although they couldn’t have been further from his blue and silver finish; in sleek black and red lights. Fitting for your significant other maybe, but it made little sense to you for the Agency to have given them such colours. (And if you were honest, KiTT looks a damn sight better, but you supposed there was a bit of favouritism in that comment.) “Oh, yeah. Cuz nothing says evil robot quite like red lights.” Killian couldn’t clap back at that, KiTT was exclusively blue. “I didn’t design it.” “I know. Which begs the question, why the Agency was building an assassination drone.” He folded his arms, “Well they don’t care, do they?” Protection by any means necessary. Stop the bad guys by any means necessary. “Well...” You raised your eyebrows and tipped your head in agreement. He’d know a lot about that alright...

You found yourself looking back to the clouds and sighed, “You could always go check the weather for me if you’re really that desperate. Or if you could figure out a really quick weather changing machine?” If you could count KiTT’s next sound as a scoff you would, before blue lights ran across his body to let you know he was contacting weather satellites for you.

The sudden crash behind you snapped you both from caring about the weather. It was followed by a slightly smaller - but still loud – one, and then silence again. You immediately started towards the labs, “On second thought, sounds like I should have just asked you to go straight to him!”

When you both got down there it was a little hard to tell what had happened. At first it looked like nothing too serious; work surfaces scattered with tools, screens full of science mechanics... until you spotted the broken glass beakers and liquid running across the surface of a worktop, dripping onto the floor. “K?!” He didn’t appear to be in here, and yet none of his drones were either, which made you think it also hadn’t been them to make this mess. Or they’d made themselves scarce. You turned the lights up a little further and kept walking, cautiously. Well - for one thing, the floor was now covered in broken glass and curious liquids… they should probably be tidied up at the very least. Good thing your drone was in a working mood. There was another sound from further in the lab that made you jump, and you turned towards it. KiTT made a sound of worry. “Hush, clear this away, I got it.” He beeped again, “I’ll be FINE. Cybernetic, remember!?” KiTT’s next beep caused you to glare at him, “Don’t use that tone with me-!”

You made your way carefully over to the noise, stepping around the glass that had been spat all over the floor. You were sure it’d made its way to unknown reaches of the lab, and you should be careful where you were stepping. Sure, you wouldn’t bleed, but thanks to the upgrades it’d still hurt. When you turned the corner, you came face to face with a huddled form. Your head tilted curiously; eyebrow raised. You recognised it alright: but it was more the mystery of how it got in here. It might well have been the source of the crash - after all, you wouldn’t think a penguin to be very careful in a lab. You were just thinking about how you were supposed to catch it and then tell your partner: “Well, a penguin got into the house, and then your lab somehow, and destroyed all your research. Sorry about that-!”, when it turned towards you and-

“AGH-!!” This time you didn’t jump, although both of you were startled. Your eyes widened even further as you stared at him, on the verge of collapsing into laughter. “K?!” The laugh wavered in your voice and you tried to swallow it back, “What did you do?” Killian was very blunt about it; “Turned myself into a penguin, alright. Are you happy now?” “How?” - Trying not to laugh was having the opposite effect and he sighed. “Go on, laugh-!” You did, but still tried to make it muted, before taking a deep breath, “What the hell...? Did you try to copy Walter’s formula-!?” “Well, it didn’t work did it-!” “They are all pigeons; although this is appropriate for our living conditions.” You crouched beside him, “...I gotta say, it’s very cute.” “Shut up!” You knew, were he still human, he’d be red with both anger and embarrassment by now. You reached out to delicately touch his feathers; it seemed, just like Sterling managed to retain the bow tie, Killian would retain the outlines of his suit. He swatted your hand away and hissed; “Stop it!” “Just take the antidote. I mean, it’s all over the desk, but I’m sure we can salvage some of it. I assume you are trying for a pigeon, right? Or maybe you aren’t; gotta say I prefer penguins.” “Thanks.” He responded dryly. You only grinned your ‘you’re welcome’ and then stood to walk back to his desk; even if KiTT had managed to clear everything by now, if Killian had all the data, creating another batch of antidote shouldn’t take too long, and you could enjoy him as a penguin for a few minutes... or hours... more. “No! Wait! Y/N!” He hissed again, flippers grabbing your leg. “What?” Killian gave you a look of significance. Your eyes narrowed; “You took it without making an antidote!?!” “I took it accidentally!! And I had an antidote, it just wasn’t perfected-! Now I’m stuck as a flightless bird-!” “Deadly in water though.” You mused, tilting your head – that was not well received. Killian grumbled, huffing something under his breath. “So, this isn’t Walter’s formula?” “No!” Although it didn’t look like he was prepared to admit it. And you weren’t sure exactly how he managed to take it ‘accidentally’. “I did it myself!” “Well, this part worked.” You continued walking though, which made him waddle after you as fast as he could, “WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?!” “Uhm, to get Walter. He’ll be able to fix this-!” “No!!” He got ahead of you and tried to push you backwards, you halted; you supposed you understood why he wouldn’t want to admit what he’d done. You thought Walter would actually love that Killian’s formula was at least correct, even if he couldn’t reverse it yet. “What are you going to do Killian? Perfect the antidote as a Penguin? Think about this-!” “I AM!” “Rationally.” You stooped again and gathered him in your arms, to which he squirmed until you set him on a clear desk. “He’s the only one who can help you.” “I can do this myself..!” “As a flightless bird?” He’d been the one to say it-! He sighed, but was still unwilling to concede. Folding his flippers across his chest and turning slightly away from you. You stroked a hand over his feathers again, and grumpy as he was, you felt Killian lean into your touch and smirked as you teased him. “We could be halfway to D.C. by now...” He turned to you, eyes narrowed, and pushed your fingers away again, gentler this time. “Fine. But not a word to anyone.” “I promise.” You placed your hand over your heart. “And don’t pick me up again. It’s embarrassing.” You raised an eyebrow, folding your own arms, “So... what are you going to do, waddle around after me?” “Yup.” Killian jumped down from the counter, sliding across the floor to the exit, passing KiTT who beeped curiously and looked to you. You gave a shrug and rolled your eyes. “You coming?”

It didn’t take very long to gather all that you needed and throw yourselves into the helicopter. You thanked your lucky stars that he’d taught you how to fly this thing. Your eyes flicked back to those clouds, “KiTT what did the weather say?” He beeped the response; cold, very cold, chance of snow later but the clouds may have been long gone by then. What concerned you most was if the chopper would fly, he seemed to suggest you’d be fine.

You took a deep breath and flicked all the switches to their correct positions before starting the ignition, blades whirring into life. Your penguin turned to you from his seat, where you’d firmly belted him in. “You sure you know what you’re doing!?! You have to get us all the way to Washington D.C.!” You glared at him, “You wanna try it in your current situation!? You taught me!!” Killian knew he had no choice but to concede. “Just be careful! Nothing reckless!” “Says the man that just turned himself into a Penguin-!” “It was accidental-!” His voice pitched. You placed your hands assuredly on the joystick and moved the helicopter steadily into the air and into higher altitudes. “Accidental my ass, how do you take something like that accidentally-!?” There was overwhelming silence and you knew you’d won again. But sighed, saying softer, “Look, it doesn’t matter...” You pulled out across the mountains and smiled at the blue sky out across your horizon line, the end of this grey was in sight-! “Walter will have you fixed into a sarcastic, Australian, pain-in-the-ass by the end of the day.” Even Killian couldn’t help but laugh at that.

How exactly did you end up in this mess? It’s probably best to go back to the beginning...

Shortly after the whole drone revenge plan had failed, you received an anonymous text telling you to bring a car to a building close to the Capitol Reflecting Pool and Washington Monument. It said nothing more than that, but it made you curious. Upon running it through KiTT and discovering it was from the Agency, your curiosity was only further piqued. And on the dot of the specified time, you were standing outside the building leaning against your car, shades on. To be honest you probably couldn’t have looked less inconspicuous, and you wondered if the Agency, in reality, were about to laugh at you for being so gullible and arrest you too. Well, you’d escaped from them before, and that was more than just a few upgrades ago.

The doors of the building opposite slid open and your mouth was suddenly agape, you slid your shades slowly from your eyes, unable to hide your shock. Stepping into daylight - in a brand-new suit - was none other than Killian himself.

His smile was gentle as he made his way down the steps to you, and your heart was hammering against your ribs. As Killian stopped in front of you, you couldn’t help yourself but throw your arms around him. “Am- am- am I here to pick you up!?” God I missed you, I missed you, I missed you… He chucked, returning your embrace, “I believe that’s the idea, yeah.” “They just let you go!?” Killian placed his right hand in his pocket and huffed, “Well. That’s not exactly it, I had to bargain my way out...” You surveyed him for a minute, all his cybernetics seemed intact; he didn’t look messed with. Running a full diagnostic would give you the whole picture, but you were puzzled. “What’s the price?” “Joining the good guys.” You pulled slightly back, “You’re working for the Agency!?” He gave a nod, “That’s the deal.” “Double cross all your acquaintances?” You smiled, leaning back against the car, “Does kinda sound like you... Oh. Wow. You’re an informant?” “Not exactly.” Your eyes widened further than you felt possible; “You’re an agent!?” “You got it.” But Killian’s smile slightly faded, “Y/N, I- I was only part of the bargain, though.” You understood him immediately, “Me? They want me.” “You’re an inspired scientist; your expertise in the fusion of human biology and robotics… not to mention AI- they can use that. It’s not really even me they want working with them, it’s you.” “You offered me up as a chip!?” You couldn’t help but be a little upset at him for that. “You’re the only chip I had to play!” Even by the desperate look on his face you shook your head, “No.” “I need you with me on this, you think I was gonna do it without you?” His hand reached for yours, and you didn’t pull away. “So, are we... a team?” “Well, about that—-” His eyes flicked over his shoulder and you both turned.

Standing in the doorway now - each with a wildly different expression on their face - were Walter, Lance and... you believed her name was Marcy. Your eyes flicked to his face and back to them. Walter was the only one that seemed to show any kind of joy; and he was ecstatic. You pushed back just about every swear word you could think of. “You’re kidding me?”

He was not, in fact, kidding and after being hauled into a two-hour meeting - which you felt really explained nothing - you were essentially handed a file and an ultimatum. Either you worked with them, or you were thrown in a maximum-security prison. You had to laugh, because you didn’t think this was exactly fair on you. And they had you between a rock and a hard place... Killian and you had always had the same vendetta against the Agency since Kyrgyzstan (maybe his a little more aggressive than yours), and you had a life outside all of this. You couldn’t afford not to take their offer. The Agency knew it.

That made you a lot less mad at him for signing you up, and you turned down the opportunity to vent to him on the drive back; “What do I call you now? Agent McFord!?” “Shut up!” The faint blush across his face made you smile and tease him again: “You do know all that James Bond stuff was a joke, right-!?”

It was one of your favourites. The two of you loved spy movies, unironically. And Killian really liked the classic Bond films, how any time he’d make himself a certain drink you’d come for him with the same joke: “Is that a martini!?” “Yes-??” He was always curious as to why that mattered, only for you to give a pointed smirk, “Alright... James Bond!” And he laughed, hard. And you loved that sound, because it was such a rarity these days, “Surely in this situation Sterling is James Bond...?” Then you smirked again, and gave Killian your best flirty wink, “Not to me!” That seemed to always get you where you wanted. And wasn’t 007 known for his way with the ladies, after all?

Today in your car Killian did not raise to the bait, but you saw him shake his head as he stared out the window. “So, are you going by Tristan or Killian…?” There was a little smile on his face as he continued to stare at the scenery, “I’ll leave that up to you…” Your sudden gasp had him looking back to you as something else gelled in your brain; “Wait does that mean I get to say I’m dating a secret agent!?” “Oh god.” His groan was quiet and you were already grinning, enjoying yourself even more. “You should never have agreed to this!” “Clearly.” “Wait—!” You turned to him in absolute joy, “Can you just put on a British accent for like five minutes-!?” “NO!” And you noticed how he managed to accent his Australian to new levels. Clearly his childhood wish to be James Bond was getting fulfilled, but he wasn’t about to play into it for your whims...

You’d figure out how to break that will before long-!

It took Killian a little more time than he would have liked to convince you that his deal was a good one. You were basically flat out refusing to work for them, doing the bare minimum you possibly could get away with; it felt too much like coercion to you, and they must have known how much you stood to lose.

His first track was to use Walter; with both similar approaches to science & technology and similar levels of enthusiasm for it, the work it would be possible for you to do together would be nothing short of incredible, and both of you knew it. You acknowledged Killian was right, but it wasn’t something you fell for. The files Killian gave you, the access to read about the technology... that interested you. The potential to further yourself in your own field, even if it had to be done with the Agency, was a good draw. But still not enough.

So Killian did the one thing he could, and played the last card he had left. Himself. Baiting you with his own fate. “If they say I’m not doing my job and throw me back where I came from, what then?” You hated him for it, hated even more that he had a point. Hated yourself for having to admit you couldn’t be without him. You’d almost gone stir crazy between his arrest and picking him up. You couldn’t stand to think of it being any longer than that. Too much of a pain point, your one line. You’d both lost enough; you refused to let yourselves lose each other.

You did not become an agent though. Your role was strictly technology and it confined you to the labs. Which you had to be honest, you enjoyed. And because you had your own job – and were a name the industry knew well – you weren’t a full time Agency employee. Your research saved lives – was the reason you still had yours – the Agency couldn’t exactly stop you working on good conscience. Even better! The tension in the team didn’t really let up, but the combination of the four of you (and Marcy and co when necessary) worked well. You all got more done than any other team in the Agency.

Still, the enjoyment of working alone, or with Walter, didn’t stop you from itching to get out there or complaining about it to Killian. “Oh. I see I’m not an agent.” “Less expendable than I.” “Out of me and you, how am I-” “You have a reputation beyond the Agency and they know it. You’re the poster child of cybernetics. They did it to save your brain; didn’t you tell me that yourself?” “You made this...” You indicated to the parts of your body that were, indeed, cybernetic. “Yes, I did.” He touched his forehead to yours, “but the top half of you is flesh and blood and I do not possess the brain you do. For now, you’re best staying in the lab.” Walter didn’t stay in the lab and it made you antsy; running around with Killian or getting to do stuff for him was half the fun.

And eventually you whined enough to get to accompany him on missions, even though you still didn’t get to be an agent.

You had a few style tips for your 007 too. In the same vein as Lance Sterling, Killian’s crisp new Agency suit was complete with bow tie and dazzlingly white shirt. You couldn’t help yourself, looking him over. Oh, sure, Killian looked great, but he didn’t look like him. As you strolled over, Killian stood still and as tall as possible: his obvious thought was that you we’re going to straighten his bow tie. Not a chance! Instead, you unfurled it and threw the fabric to one side, proceeding to undo one... two... you hovered over the third button. Killian placed his hand over yours, “Isn’t that enough?” He should have known that was a fatal mistake to say; “For me? No!” You took a step back with a smile, at the creased eyebrow and small frown look on his face, surveying your handy work: “Mmm. That’s more you. Agent McFord.” And so this was how he started to wear his suits, and before long that signature blue shirt found its way back into the mix, much to your delight.

It was on these missions together that you both became curious in Walter’s biomolecular tech. You from a purely scientific fascination. He had Sterling turning from man to pigeon left, right and centre. And the two of you had drones (now equipped with AI), but even you didn’t have anything like that. Clearly Killian’s interest had become a little more than just the spectacle and scientific theory though.

No, clearly he’d tried to replicate it for himself. And the result hasn’t exactly gone as planned. You supposed he wasn’t about to allow Lance to one up him for the rest of his Agency career - however long that lasted. And Killian wanted to get back on level footing without Walters help; he wanted to do it himself.

And it had worked, a very valiant attempt, but he hadn’t finished his antidote or had miscalculated somewhere... And that was how you had all ended up in a helicopter flying yourself to the Agency labs, with a penguin in the passenger seat.

Yet with what you’d seen working here, this just seemed like a typical day!

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You landed to the best of your ability, ignoring his slight glare of annoyance at the small bump as you set the helicopter down. You would call that trip a success. You stared at the heavy doors in front of you and gathered your pass; you heard KiTT behind you and his metallic fussing as he switched himself into all the correct safety modes and access clearances for the Agency. That you had done yourself; you didn’t trust Killian with KiTT, did they really think they would get the go ahead to touch him? Turning to Killian you cleared your throat; “You gotta act like a penguin remember-! So don’t talk to me! Or do anything a penguin wouldn’t do!” “What wouldn’t a penguin do!?” You unclipped his seatbelt. Well, you supposed a researcher would know, or someone that worked with them closely in a zoo. But he couldn’t just guess the Agency’s experience. Then again, it wouldn’t surprise you if he knew everyone in it inside out by now. “Look, I don’t know. But don’t make me talk to you, I’m going to look like an insane person-!” Realising that you were both still talking to each other you shared the same ‘shut up!’ look before agreeing not to talk with a silent nod, and with both KiTT and penguin Killian trailing you, you headed across the helipad with your Agency pass.

Here we go again...

God, you hated this building. Most times you’d been out here it hadn’t been for any good reason - and you still didn’t feel particularly safe within it. And so many people… Even when you worked your legitimate job you usually worked alone - or with people you actually liked - you could talk to yourself or KiTT and run your mouth, or talk things through without anyone answering you. Everyone at the Agency had an opinion. When it was just you and Walter it was okay, and Killian was right, you liked him. But sometimes other people got involved and it got messy. To the point where Walter would gingerly steer you from the room before you really went off at someone.

You keyed yourself in; immediately scanned by the Agency’s automatic sensors, the switch turned green and the door swung open for you. You hesitated for a moment and looked down to Killian. “I know you’re gonna hate this, but I’m going to have to carry you through security. I think that’s all there is for it.” You didn’t let him answer as you picked him up but, as before, Killian protested by squirming in your arms as you walked down the hall to the security area. “Geez, now I look like I’m smuggling in a penguin…”

You gained some funny looks for doing so, but you need only say the word research and they let you through with him. As you turned into the next corridor, through the next security door and it all looked empty, Killian nipped at your fingers; “OW! Okay… Geez-!” You put him back on the ground, only for him to shake out his ruffled feathers with a ‘humph!’ The corridors remained silent as you took the long way down to the research centre. And Killian switched from waddling to sliding around on his stomach. You watched with curiosity; you supposed that was faster for him than trying to keep up with you. You turned to KiTT with a raised eyebrow, only to see him also focused with puzzlement on the penguin. Knowing you weren’t about to get anything sensible out of your drone, you spoke once again to your boyfriend: “Is that easier to move, or is it just fun?” Killian barely glanced up at you, but you knew the look he was giving: ‘you’re the one that said don’t talk!’ He was right, but this corridor was empty, the last 10 corridors had been empty! “Geez you can just nod.” You were met with nearly exactly the same look, before he paused, nodded, and carried on his sliding. “It’s fun? You are too cute.”

It took you until the next door for him to stand up and retaliate, but when Killian did, he smacked your leg as best he could with his flipper; you could only laugh.

***

You wandered cautiously through the laboratory and he stayed close; perhaps you should have checked that Walter was actually in today. You could already hear the stirring of whispers, and KiTT beeped in acknowledgement. You glanced to him, “Tell them to shut the hell up then!” His beep was a little louder in annoyance, and you rolled your eyes, but he began flying ominously over the heads of the other scientists and chatter stopped, work resumed. You smiled to yourself; everyone was scared of KiTT because of what they knew Killian’s drones had been capable of. KiTT was harmless, and had no weaponry, but they didn’t need to know that. You quite enjoyed how scared they got sometimes. Served them right for the majority of it. You were a little overcome with joy to see that Walter was indeed in his lab, and even more happy to see that Lance was nowhere to be found. You gave him a wave as you knocked on his door and received a big smile back. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming in today!” “Unplanned, I do confess. But it’s good to see you Walter!” “Well, it’s lovely to see you too! You working?” “Actually I came to ask a favour…” “Oh!” He straightened in his chair as he swung it towards you, large blue eyes curious, “What is it?” “Your bio-molecular technology?” “Yes.” It was at this point he noticed the penguin, and you could see the million questions racing in his mind, so you opted to continue quick before he got a chance to ask them. “Is that just for Lance? Would it work on anyone? You must have the formula, right? Is there any chance I can take a look? Both for the transformation process and the antidote to it. I mean you guys are using it all the time.” “Uuuhhhh…” Now you’d given Walter a million questions, and his eyes kept flicking downwards to your companion. “Well, I…Yes, I guess I could…. show you how to… Do you want to do this with a penguin?” “Ignore the penguin.”

Walter tried to keep his eyes on you, especially as the look you were giving him was serious, but eventually they trailed back to the bird at your feet. He studied it for a while and ignored you trying to protest him disregarding what you’d said. He leant forward on his chair, “Killian?” Instead of acting as he was supposed to, your partner became immediately angry. “Not a WORD to Sterling, or I SWEAR-!!” Instead, Walter lit up with a gasp, “You perfected your own formula!?! That’s so amazing—!! Colour me impressed-! Well, I could make what I made for him, so you can turn pretty much at will-!! Well-” He turned to you with a smile, “with some assistance of course-!” “A secret agent penguin!” The idea was funny to you, but at the same time you couldn’t help but love it. Killian immediately protested, “NO-! THATS STUPID, WE ARE NOT—!” You nudged him with your foot to shut him up, before continuing a sensible track of conversation, “First off, I suppose we should get the formula done. Then we can think about what we want to do with it afterward.” “All you need is the antidote right? I can get right on that… but, Killian, I’m going to need your help with what you did…” Walter spun back to the computer and began typing away, “Pull up a seat you two!” You dragged one across, and Killian scrambled up onto your lap; “I don’t have my formula, but KiTT could probably download it. He has a satellite uplink to the lab back home.” Walter nodded, “That’ll do, I’ll have to make sure the antidote coincides… I can’t promise this will be short though, you might be stuck like that for a few more hours.” “Hours!?” Killian sounded exasperated but turned to your assistance drone: “KiTT, see if you can link back to the lab and access file F-BMP5. Then send it across to Walter.” KiTT, glad of something to do, bleeped happily and set to work. “Sorry buddy.” Walter replied softly, “A penguin though, I’m impressed.” “Not entirely easy to find birds where we live.” This caused you to chime in, “Genuinely there are penguins up there?” “If you know where to look.” “Huh!” You smiled gently, “You’ll have to show me!”

Walter worked as quickly and carefully as possible, and as you suspected people were fascinated. Everyone who passed couldn’t resist knocking on the door and asking what a penguin was doing here. Some even having the nerve to ask, ‘Is that penguin talking?’ By the time the last one had enquired you were up by the door: “NO!” and slamming it back in their face. Walter took precautions to lock you all in here and frost the glass for privacy after that.

Killian remained in your lap, and you held him close, stroking your fingers through his feathers again, this time he didn’t seem to mind too much, and at times when you paused, he would nuzzle against your hands to get you to continue. Though you knew he would never admit it. As he continued working on the antidote, Walter again brought up the possibility of using this ultimate spy tech regularly. Killian didn’t seem keen, but you wondered if you could get him to warm to the idea… “I’m sure that we could find a little suit jacket for you in that form.” He glared back at you, “You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?” “A little, yeah!” You grinned in admittance, making him turn to Walter. “It’s a hard no from me.” “Aw, Killian, c’mon!” That only made Walter chuckle, “Let him get used to it Y/N, he’ll like it eventually, Lance did.” “You mean just leave him like this for a while?” Walter grinned, “Something like that!” Killian spluttered, stamping his foot against your leg; “YOU TWO PUT ME BACK RIGHT NOW!”

When Walter had the serum made up, he walked you both into another lab to perform the procedure. Killian let you carry him. “You can drink it if you want, but I’d like to run a few tests.” “Meaning what?” “I mean, if I put you under anaesthetic… I can check a few things.” “Is that usual?” “No but it’s your first time, and Lance’s wasn’t a pleasant experience I just want to make sure you’re okay, or Y/N will kill me.” Killian narrowed his eyes at both of you, standing there trying to look so innocent. “Fine. If I wake up and I’m not human again, I’m going to kill both of you.” Walter winced, however you only smirked; “Noted!”

***

When Killian awoke again, he was indeed human. But he was not in a lab in Washington D.C. instead he was in bed, back in the mountain top hideout. Had he really been out that long? Or was whatever drug used in the anaesthetic or antidote so strong he simply couldn’t remember anything else. He stretched, glad his head wasn’t spinning, and walked into the bathroom. Skimming his fingers up the side of his neck he pressed down on the projection switch. Killian checked this every morning as routine; that the system worked, that there were no problems with the metal, or his eye. This morning, nothing worked. He straightened up with a frown and tried again. Nothing. Killian rushed through the house; “Y/N! Y/N!” He sounded panicked, making you shake your head and call him through. “In the main room, babe.” He ran the rest of the way, “Y/N, my projection isn’t working!” You turned to him slowly, crooked, amused smile on your face; as if you were trying to hold back a laugh. “Are you sure? Why don’t you check again?” This time Killian was more careful, fingers sliding up his neck tentatively. He paused, realising that he couldn’t even feel the switch. It no longer existed. His eyes flew wide, voice quiet; “You- you- fixed it!” You grinned, smile slowly spreading across your face as you nodded, “Yes! So now you have a complete face!” He sprinted the rest of the way to you, grabbing you into a hug. You couldn’t help laughing, throwing your arms around him too as Killian buried his face in his shoulder, “You can cry now too! But please don’t! I would feel terrible!” “How-!?” “Turns out I can pick up a thing or two… Called in a few favours...” He pulled back and you framed his face with your hands, stroking your thumbs over his cheeks, “The Agency have better tech, but I never admitted that out loud. I’ve been wanting to do it for a little while but… Walter finally gave me the opportunity.” “...Thank you.” “Oh, don’t you start.” You indicated to yourself, “I have far more to thank you for.” You gestured to his robotic arm, “I thought… maybe I’d leave that. That was a feat of engineering y’know?” He laughed, “One thing at a time, huh?” “Yes!” You agreed with a nod.

Killian tugged away from you for a moment, and studied your clothes. He was in luck; they were the ones you had been wearing at the labs. Although, as he glanced to the colour of the sky perhaps it wasn’t the morning after all, perhaps it was later in the same day. It was snowing, though, so that weather prediction had been correct. Killian couldn’t be sure when it was exactly, but it was imperative you were wearing these clothes. “I just need to do something.” You were confused as he got closer to you. “What?” “Don’t get too excited.” He ran his hand down your body to the pocket of your jeans. “I mean, I can’t help get excited, you’re here and touching me.” “Stop it.” Although Killian smirked, slipping his hand into your pocket. You stilled, and your features pulled into a highly suggestive look as your eyes scanned his; “I mean, I have questions, Agent McFord.” He rolled his eyes at you as he fished a small disk drive out of your pocket. “…Wait!” You gasped, moment broken, “What the hell is that!? Where did you get that!?” You patted yourself down suddenly, “Killian-!” He closed his hand around it and beckoned you with him, turning to walk back to the labs, you hurried after him, “No one was paying much attention to the Penguin, were they!” “Wait! Seriously! What is that?” “Shush, you’ll see.” He plugged it into his computer and you waited patiently for it to boot up before you found yourself gasping again; “Is that… The Agency’s entire weapons tech!?” “Yup.” You whipped around to him, hands on his desk, “ARE YOU DOUBLE CROSSING THE AGENCY!” “Kinda.” His face was fairly nonchalant as his eyes held yours again. “Killian!” You couldn’t believe this was happening. After all that talk, and trying to persuade you into this. “After what they did...” He transposed the files, “are you really THAT surprised?” You folded your arms, hating that he had a point, “...Well no. But I... thought you might be a little more discreet.” “What they don’t know won’t hurt them - besides a few months ago you were telling me I was double crossing all the people I worked with, so is it double crossing a double cross or is it simply that I’m an effective double agent?” “... That’s a lot of doubles.” “Mm.” “I figure that’s not what the programme and agreement of your release was for. K, if they find out…” He tipped his head, eyes very nearly pleading with you. “I’m not covering for you!” “Accomplice?” “Not in your wildest dreams!” You were grinning - but maybe grimacing, because you thought perhaps you’d get caught up in this too, being part of his damn agreement - and Killian already knew he’d got away with it. You were going to be there for him no matter what he did and no matter what happened, you’d made that promise too long ago and you’d never break it. Not after what you’d been through together. You folded your arms again, “I won’t rat on one condition.” His eyes rolled, “What could that be?” “If you’ll agree to use Walter’s biomolecular tech, penguin yourself on missions in the same way Lance does his pigeon transformation.” Killian scoffed, “How?!” You were sure he wished he didn’t ask as you produced a collection of vials from a table across the lab. Killian’s face fell slightly. “You did not.” “Oh, we did!” “That’s most certainly punishment.” You indicated to the screen, “Someone brought this upon himself.”

There was silence, before he began chuckling, pulling you into his arms gently - and you were only too happy to accept his hug and a kiss to your forehead. “Geez. The things I do for you!” You moved to catch his lips delicately in ‘thanks’. Oh yeah, like you couldn’t say the same thing!

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Thank you for reading the penultimate fic of the year! 😁

#Killian #Killian sid #Tristan McFord #Spies in Disguise #Killian x Reader #Tristan McFord x Reader #Agent McFord #Killian/Ashlinn #Ashlinn #Kitt the Drone #KiTT #205 #This boy went in a box in Jan/Feb popped up in April and now he's back for December!#Alternatively: I Wish I Was James Bond #Which is the song I would have used for the 007 pieces because this is technically 2 fics in one #I'm rambling again but whatever...#Linzi Writes #Smol Bean Drabbles #I have missed writing for these two SO much!!#But then I look in the SID tag and I'm like /oh yeah. this is why.../#I still don't understand this Keller Killian thing but I crack up every time I see it because Ben also played Keller in Captain Marvel...#...so that's hilarious!!#And now I can only think of them being somehow related and thats even funnier #New Canon: Director Keller becomes Killian #burn everything you love / then burn the ashes #I've been listening to this song on repeat all day and its very Krennic but it's very good for Killian too!

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Falling in Temptation

Previous chapters || Sequel to Stars Dance

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 11th Doctor x Female OC

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Ch. 3: A Siren’s Call

Chapter summary: The Doctor promised Lena a fantastic adventure but instead they get traitorous pirates and a killer Siren who has their friends under a spell.

Fairy Tale Memoirs (Companion story)

"This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said the trip should be fantastic," Lena huffed as a pirate, yes, a pirate, held her against her will along with her twin, Amy and Rory while the Doctor was being forced along the plank of the pirate ship.

"Did you really think that would ever happen?" Avalon glanced at her with a less than surprised expression on her face.

"It was just a distress call and then the trip..."

As the Doctor had promised, he was going to take Lena on one trip with the others and just as he was about to pick a place, he got a distress call from a ship in the precise spot they were in. Only when they'd gotten on the ship, the Captain, Captain Avery, had told them they'd made no such call. Naturally, the entire group had gotten into trouble due to the Doctor's 'charming' behavior and were now about to watch the Doctor walk the plank first.

"I suppose that laughing like that is in the job description," the Doctor tried to lighten up the mood, "'Can you do the laugh?' Check. Grab yourself a parrot. Welcome aboard."

"Stocks are low. Only one barrel of water remains. We don't need three more empty bellies to fill," Captain Avery stood by the plank and kept the Doctor on the plank with the pistol he carried. He glanced back at the others, specifically the three women, "Take that doxy below to the galley," he had pointed to Lena, the smallest of the three women, "Set her to work. She won't need much feeding."

"What did you just call my sister!?" Avalon nearly lunged at Avery for that comment if the other pirates hadn't kept her back. "Say that again! I dare you!"

"Um, a little help, guys?" Lena struggled with the pirate now leading her for a way below the decks of the ship, "Eek!" she squealed as she was pushed into the new room below.

"Lena!" the Doctor called and almost tried heading down the plank when Avery reminded him he still held the gun on him.

"If you're lucky you'll drown before the sharks can take a bite," Avery smirked, nodding for him to start walking the plank.

"If this is just because I'm a captain too, you shouldn't feel threatened," the Doctor pointed, "Your ship is much bigger than mine. And I don't have the cool boots. Or a hat, even."

"Time to go," Avery cocked the gun at him, eyes narrowing.

"A bit more laughter, guys?" the Doctor glanced back at the other pirates and his friends, feeling rather nervous now.

"Sorry if I find this unfunny," Avalon mock-glared at him, Amy and Rory nodding with agreement.

"We are done for..." Amy mumbled.

~ 0 ~

Lena was frightened inside the room she'd been forced into. She looked around and could barely see anything through the darkness that covered the place. She did, however, see a chest with shimmery parts and walked for it, wondering if there were something in there she could use to help her sister and friends. She came to the surprise of finding the chest chuck-full of swords. She took one out and tested the feel of it and noticed a long coat and a tricorne hanging on a peg ahead of her. She looked at the sword again and turned it over, recalling the small lessons she'd received from Avalon. Although those lessons had been for fencing, with fencing swords...not an actual sword.

Well, if you don't do this everyone's going to die...

Yes, the options were very limited here.

~ 0 ~

As the Doctor took a step on the plank he looked around the nearly empty ship and had to ask, "Where are the rest of the crew? This is a big ship. Big for five of you. I s'pose the rest of them are hiding some place," he pinched his nose, "And they're going to jump out and shout "boo"."

"Boo!" came Lena's cry that made everyone turn to look at her dressed in the pirate coat and hat she'd found, her sword aimed at Avery's throat.

"Lena!" Avalon yelled in utter shock that her sister was dressed like that and much more that she was holding a sword that could kill her, "What are you doing!?"

"Saving your life, sis, apparently," Lena shrugged and looked at Avery, "We'll see how it works out. Anyways, throw the gun down," Avery dropped his gun to the floor where Lena was able to kick it away from them, "The rest of you, on your knees."

"Lena..." the Doctor felt his hearts race at the danger Lena was putting herself in. One wrong move and it was, well...game over. It was a well known fact that she was the weakest of them all so he always tried shielding her more. And now here she was...swording pirates...

That was not what a big brother was supposed to let happen.

"Put down the sword," Avery ordered Lena, although he didn't move from his spot as the sword was still puncturing his skin, "A sword could kill us all, girl."

"I don't want to, but you have my big brother walking the plank..." Lena swallowed, careful to show as much bravery as possible. She was scared out of her wits at the moment, her hands sweaty and her heart beating so fast it could possibly explode, "...don't suppose you want to forget this all happened and we can start over?" She dared to hope.

One of the pirates came after her with a wooden handle, "LENA!" Avalon shrieked and made her twin turn to see the pirate in time.

Lena turned around and was forced away from Avery. At the sight, the Doctor tried to intercede but was pushed away by Avery into the rigging.

"Stay away from her!" Avalon pleaded the pirates frantically.

"Don't hurt her!" Amy's voice overlapped with Avalon's and soon enough Rory began chiming in.

"She's sick!"

The group of pirates backed from Lena as she waved the sword to them. She remembered some of the tricks Avalon used to show her and she supposed Fencing could be similar to swordplay and decided to use the same tricks. Still, she was beginning to get cornered as there were simply more pirates than Lena's. She looked up for a way out and blinked as she the rigging.

Would she really...?

"Lena!" Avalon nearly had a heart attack as her sister swung through the air on a piece of rigging while swinging the sword.

Lena managed to cut one of the pirates on the hand before she landed on top of a barrel. The pirate dropped his weaponry and stared at his hand, "You have killed me," he declared and froze everyone in their places.

"I feel compelled to remind everyone that it is just a scratch," Lena looked at both parties nervously and rather guilty, "Still, I'm sorry..." Then she remembered why she just did a lot that crazy stuff and shook her head, "No, wait, I'm not. You tried killing us!" but she stared at the pirate she'd wounded until she broke from guilt, "Oh, sorry!"

"This is why she couldn't take fencing," Avalon reminded Amy and Rory, "She kept apologizing whenever the sword touched me."

"I thought I hurt you!" Lena exclaimed.

"It's just a scratch," Avalon called to the 'wounded' pirate, "But release me and I'll get all the blood out of you for nearly killing my sister!"

"It only takes one drop of blood for death to come," Abery informed her, "Your sister has killed one more of my men."

"With one scratch? Ooh, she should go to jail," Avalon rolled her eyes then realized what she said and called out to Lena before the girl was truly frightened, "You're not going to jail, Lena!"

Through the distraction, a pirate tried getting Lena so she swung out on the rope only to be caught and lose her sword in the air. In trying to reach it, Rory had his hand cut from the tip, a black spot appearing on his palm only seconds later.

"Doctor?" Rory tilted his head in confusion as he stared at his palm, "What's happening to me?"

"She can smell the blood on your skin. She's marked you for death," Avery said whilst he looked at the spot on the pirate Lena injured

"She?"

"A demon, out there in the ocean," Avery nodded to the ocean.

OK. Groovy. So not just pirates today," the Doctor made his way to Rory, "We've managed to bagsy a ship where there's a demon popping in. Very efficient. I mean if something's going to kill you, it's nice that it drops you a note to remind you."

"On what planet?" Avalon made a face but never received an answer as they heard a song slowly rising in volume.

"Quickly now. Block out the sound," a pirate ordered before covering their ears, everyone else following fast.

"What?" Lena looked at them utter confusion.

"The creature. She charms all her victims with that song," Avery explained then quickly covered his ears as well.

"Oh, great, so put my fingers in my ears," Rory rolled his eyes, "That's your plan? Doctor, come on let's go lets get back to the...back to the..." he stumbled around as he giggled shortly Herr and there.

"The music. It's working on him. Look," a pirate observed as Rory and the other bewitched pirate acted dopey.

"You are so beautiful," Rory had moved the Amy.

"What?" the ginger stared at him, thinking it was no time one for complements.

"You know, you should try dressing up as a pirate too. Cuddle me, shipmate!"

"Oh yeah there's something wrong with him," Avalon concluded with certainty, "Rory's never been that bright with flirting."

"Everything is totally brilliant isn't it? Look at these brilliant pirates," Rory walled to the group of pirates, studying like it was his first time seeing them, "Look at their brilliant beards. I'd like a beard. I'm going to grow a beard."

"You're not," Amy quickly said.

"The music turns them into fools," Avery watched the two loopy men with resignation.

"Oh, my God," Avalon was purely flabbergasted at the sight of her best friend, "Stop acting like a drunk! That's my job!"

"No, it's really not," Amy shot her a sharp look for that.

The 'demon' Avery spoke about rose from the ocean bathed in a green glow and singing song that affected Rory and the pirate. Once seeing her, Rory tried moving for her but was kept back by Amy and Avalon. The wounded pirate walked towards the woman, a Siren, no one able to keep him away. As soon as he touched the Siren's hand he...disintegrated?

"I have to touch her," Rory broke free from Avalon's and Amy's grips, "Let me touch her."

Angrily, Amy pushed past him and marched up to the Siren, "Sorry, but he is spoken for!"

The Siren turned red and hissed at Amy, sending her flying across the deck to land harshly on the ground.

"Amy!" the Doctor ran over to help the ginger up, "Amy! Everybody into the hold!"

"C'mon, Rory!" Lena was helping Avalon bring Rory to the hold, all the other pirates gone done.

"Rory Williams!" Avalon turned the man around and slapped him hard across the face.

It seemed like the strength of the slap was enough to snap Rory out of the trance for a moment, "OW! AVA!" he glared at her while rubbing his cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go!" Avalon pulled him towards the hole along with the others.

Once inside the Hold, the group splashed through the low level water as they hurried

"What is that thing?" Amy stopped a moment and looked at Rory, relieved to see he seemed to be looking slightly better.

"The legend. The siren. Many a merchant ship, laden with treasure has fallen prey to her. She's been hunting us ever since we were becalmed," Avery looked at his remaining crew, "Picking off the injured."

"Like a shark," a pirate made the lousy comparison, "A shark can smell blood."

"Oh yeah, a shark wearing a dress that's green and can sing, exactly like a shark," Avalon rolled her eyes.

"The ship is cursed," Avery declared with slight irritation at the girl who didn't seem to take the situation seriously.

The Doctor, however, seemed to be on the same page with Avalon, "Yeah right. 'Cursed' is big with humans. Means bad things are happening but you can't be bothered to find an explanation."

"She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Rory started to slip back into the trance.

Amy raised an eyebrow at that and turned to him, "Actually I think you'll find she isn't," urgently, she looked at the Doctor, "We have to leave. Right now."

"That thing of yours really is a ship?" Avery asked the Doctor with hope. The thing was a box but if it could get them out of there them so be it!

"Well, it's not propelled by the wind," the Doctor shrugged.

"Show me. Weigh anchor. Make it sail!" Avery tool out his gun and aimed it at the Doctor again.

The Doctor groaned of exasperation, "And the gun's back. You're big on the gun thing aren't you? Freud would say you're compensating. Have you ever met Freud? No? Comfy sofa."

"Leave the cursed one, Captain," a pirate pointed at Rory, "The creature can have him."

"Yes, please," Rory nodded with a dazed smile, sounding almost like a child.

"We don't want the siren coming after us," Avery agreed with his crew.

"You're all a bunch of-" Avalon gave a short yelp when she felt something puncture her leg.

Another pirate, the same one that had proposed to leave Rory, cried out next. Both the ginger and the pirate lifted their legs with a leech on attached to their skin.

"Leeches! Ow!" Avalon cried and hopped onto a crate as did the others.

"Avalon..." with a shaky voice Lena called for her sister, guessing what was going to happen next.

"It's bitten me, I'm bleeding," the other pirate had pulled off the leech from his leg as did Avalon, and looked at his hand that bore the black spot.

"Same here," Avalon raised her hand and showed the black spot on her palm.

"She wants blood. Why does she want blood?" the Doctor looked between Avalon and the pirate.

"What were you saying about leaving the cursed ones behind?" Amy shot a look at the wounded pirate, "Sorry," she said to Avalon a moment later.

"It's alright," Avalon sighed and stared at her at her palm.

"It's OK. We're safe down here," the Doctor gestured to the room, "No 'curse' is getting through three solid inches of timber," But of course the Siren reappeared behind him, making him look back, "Ah. Hello again."

"Wow, that's a beautiful song..." Avalon blinked with a dazed smile similar to Rory's.

Lena hopped off the crate she was on and skipped her way to her sister, not about to let some Siren take her away. No one was able to stop the pirate from reaching towards the Siren. As soon as he touched her, he disintegrated.. The Doctor caught the hat the pirate left behind then hurriedly pushed Avalon and Rory out of the hold with Lena and Amy. As soon as everyone was out the Doctor locked the door with the sonic.

"So, safe?" Amy crossed her arms and nodded to Avalon and Rory who were still dazedly looking around.

"I have my good days and my bad days," the Doctor gave a small smile.

"How did she get in?" Lena looked at the locked door, "And more importantly, will she get out?"

He used the sonic on the hat to get some results, "The bilge water - she's using water like a portal, a door. She can materialize through a single drop. We need to go somewhere with no water."

"Well, thank God we're not in the middle of the ocean," Amy threw her hands in the air with exasperation while the Doctor simply put on the hat.

"Did you see her eyes?" Rory turned to Avalon, "Like crystal pools!"

"You are in enough trouble!" Amy pointed at Rory, deeply frowning, not that Rory seemed to notice.

"I liked her singing," Avalon raised her eyebrows and gasped, "I wanna sing like that!"

"The magazine!" Avery remembered, making everyone look at him.

"What?" Lena looked at the Doctor for some help.

"He means the armory where the powder's stored."

"It's dry as a bone," Avery promised.

"Good let's go, there," the Doctor motioned for them to start walking...only to have Avery pull out his gun on him.

"I give the orders!"

"Ah. Worried because I'm wearing a hat now?!" the Doctor raised an eyebrow, "Don't be! Nobody touch anything sharp!"

"Can I hear the singing again?" Avalon asked as Lena dragged her out behind the Doctor.

They came up to the armory room, a pirate taking out a ring of keys to open the door but he couldn't find the key, "The key, 'tis gone, Cap'n."

"How can it have gone?" Avery looked at the ring of keys with confusion.

The Doctor stepped up and pushed the door open, no lock on it, "Someone else had the same idea," he entered the room first and looked around for anything suspicious.

"Barricade the door," Avery ordered as soon as he entered the room, "Careful of that lantern! Every barrel is full of powder."

"Who's been sleeping in my gun room?" the Doctor questioned just as Avery heard a muffled cough coming from a barrel.

He walked over to the barrel and removed the lid, reaching a hand inside to pull out a young boy, "You fool. You fool, boy. What are you doing here?"

"Who is he?" one of the pirates asked as Avery set the boy down.

"What, he's not one of the crew?" the Doctor joked.

"No, he's my son," Avery stared down at the boy with a long sigh, "What in God's name possessed you, boy? Your mother will be searching for you," the boy looked down with silence, "When?"

"Last winter. Fever. She told me all about you. How you were a Captain in the Navy. An honorable man, she said. How I would be proud to know you. I've come to join your crew."

Avery shook his head, "I don't want you here."

"You can't send me back," his son countered, "It's too late. We're a hundred miles from home."

"It's dangerous here. There's a monster aboard. She leaves a mark on men's skin."

"The black spot?" the boy lifted his hand to show he wore the black spot on his palm, surprising the others.

~ 0 ~

A while later, the travelers had taken a seat on a bench, Avalon and Rory coming out of the Siren's trance and acting far more normal than earlier.

Avery walked over to them after having a talk with his son, Toby, "There's nothing wrong with the boy. He has no scars."

"Yep," the Doctor looked at them all with a sheepish smile, "Ignore my last theory."

"He has his good days and his bad days," Amy sighed and leaned back against the wall.

"It's not just blood. She's coming for all the sick and wounded. Like a hunter chooses the weakest animal."

"Then how come I've not been marked, hm?" Lena raised her clean palms for them to see.

"Don't even question it," Avalon pointed.

"Lena's not technically 'sick'," the Doctor went ahead and gave the explanation anyways, "She has a genetic mutation that makes her get sick more easily than anyone else, but she's not really 'ill'."

"Okay, so...he's got a fever," Lena looked at Toby, "And that's a proper illness."

"And the Siren knows it," the Doctor nodded, "Humans. second-rate. Damage too easily. It's only a matter of time before everyone gets bruised. My ship. it can sail us all away from here. You and me," he looked at Avery and stood up, "We fetch it. Let's go."

Avery pulled out his gun and aimed it at him again, "You're not the Captain here, remember?"

"If you keep doing that I'll be the one to shoot you down," Avalon warned Avery, rolling her eyes with irritation, "And don't think I can't do it."

"Thank you Ava, but it's alright," the Doctor smiled at her.

Toby went to one of the barrels while no one looked and took off the lid from it, the song of the Siren quickly starting again with the Siren herself reaching through the water with her arms. The Doctor dashed for the barrel and shut it before the Siren could get through completely.

"The water's dangerous. That's how she gets through," Avery explained to Toby, realizing no one had gone over the rules with him of the Siren, "One touch of her hand and you're a dead man!"

"We're all cursed if we stay aboard!" one of the pirates grumbled.

"It's not a curse. Curse means game over. Curse means we're helpless," the Doctor wagged a finger, "We are not helpless! Captain, what's our next move?"

Avery draped a pendant on a rope over Toby's neck, "Wait with the boy," he instructed his crew.

"Captain we're all in danger here!"

"I said wait, and barricade the door after we've gone."

"Sure you want to go, big brother?" Lena stood up, feeling uneasy of this plan as she knew trouble was just bound to happen.

"We have to get Avalon, Rory and Toby away," the Doctor reminded her, "She's out there now, licking her lips, boiling a saucepan, grating cheese."

"Can you not...please?" Avalon crinkled her face at that.

"Sorry," the Doctor winced.

"But Lena's right, be careful," she sighed.

"Don't you worry, your fairy-tale man is on the case!"

"My what?"

"N-nothing," the Doctor quickly turned away, realizing he didn't actually know why he'd done so. That was certainly knew, "Off we go!" he said to Avery and headed for the doors.

"What was that about?" Avalon looked at the others with an amused smile, never receiving an answer to the obvious question.

~ 0 ~

A couple minutes later, the twins had gone to Toby's side while Rory apologized to Amy for his Siren-controlled words. Also, the other pirates seemed to be staying away from the boy and mumbling a conversation. Of course they realized what they were talking about when they started removing the barrels from the door to get out.

"What are you doing?" Lena frowned, "We're not supposed to leave the room."

"We're not staying here to mollycoddle the boy," one of them answered, "The Captain's gone soft, it's time for us to leave."

"No one's asking you to protect anyone, first of all," Avalon stood up with a hand on her hip, "Second of all, where the hell do you plan to go? I doubt there's a lifeboat somewhere around here and you can't exactly move this entire ship on your own."

"You were given orders to wait," Toby also stood up, "He's your Captain, a Naval Officer. You're honor-bound to do as he tells you."

"Honor-bound'?" one of the pirates scoffed, "Do you know what kind of ship this is? Do you know what your father does?"

"Don't you dare," Avalon stepped in front of the boy. One of the most valued things as a child was their image and thoughts of important people in their lives, especially a parent's.

"We sail under the black flag," the pirate continued, as if eager to ruin Toby's faith, "The Jolly Roger."

"Liar!" Toby shouted and lunged for the pirate but Avalon kept him back, "He's no wicked pirate!"

"Oh, you think so? I've seen your father gun down a thousand innocent men," the pirate turned to the other, "Get what treasure you can I'll meet you in the row boat."

"Oh, so there is an extra boat," Avalon mumbled to the side, distracted enough for Toby to slip out of her grip.

He snatched a nearby sword and pointed it at the pirate, "You're going to remain at your post."

"I am not playing games with you boy, you put that down," the pirate ordered.

"One more step and I'll use this, you blaggard!"

"You don't know how to fight with a cutlass, boy."

"Don't need to, do I?" Toby smirked and lunged forwards again, cutting the pirate he'd been arguing with on the had.

"Ah! No!" he turned his palm over now bearing the black spot, "You little swabber!"

"Congratulations. You made it to the menu," Avalon waved with her fingers, "My advise is you should stay in here, what do you think guys?" she looked at the others with a smirk.

"You scurvy ape!" the wounded pirate pulled out a gun on Toby.

"Don't shoot!" Rory jumped out of his spot, "The powder will blow and kill us all!"

The other pirate snatched the key from his wounded friend, "Mulligan, what are you doing?" the wounded pirate blinked as Mulligan left like nothing.

"No honor among pirates," Amy shook her head as the remaining pirate now hurriedly barricaded the door again.

"Let's put that down before anyone else gets hurt," Avalon took the sword from Toby then looked back at Amy and Lena, the remaining non-cursed in the room, "Not that there's a lot more..." she mumbled.

"Why don't we get that pendant cleaned up, huh?" Lena held a rag for Toby to use so the boy came back to the bench and started polishing the pendant.

Avalon put the sword somewhere it couldn't hurt anyone and returned to her spot beside her sister. She leaned against the wall and turned her hand over to see the black spot on her palm, taking a small sigh as she rubbed it.

"We'll fix it," Lena looked at her sadly, and frightened as was usual, "My big brother, hell fix it, like always."

"I'm not scared Lena," Avalon promised her with a small smile, "I mean, I was terrified for what you did earlier, but this?" she held her palm, "It's nothing compared to that."

"I only did that to save you all," Lena guiltily looked away, "Otherwise, the Doctor walks the plank and then you go after."

"It was stupidly dangerous," Avalon pointed, "Don't ever do something like that again, Lena. I don't want to explain to dad how I messed up and couldn't protect you again." Even though the other aborted timeline never happened, she could still remember how Lena died saving her. It was all her fault. If she had been paying more attention, she could've pushed Lena away to take the bullet Restac had meant for her.

"It's not your job to protect me Avalon," Lena moved closer and spoke quieter so they wouldn't be overheard by the others.

"Yes it is, your my sister, my twin. I've always been in charge of you-"

But the pounding of the doors cut off their conversation, "Amy!" the Doctor called, "Open the door!"

"Toby open the door!" they heard Avery calling as well.

The group looked at each other before hurrying to do the doors and take the barricade down. Once they opened up, the Doctor nearly trampled over them as he ran straight for Toby and took the pendant from his hands, breathing heavily on it as if to fog up the reflection. After a moment, he looked at Avery with a thumbs-up, the Captain clearly relaxing afterwards. And just like that, the Doctor bolted out the door again, calling something about breaking windows and whatnot. After several shattering sounds of glass, the Doctor and Avery returned to the armory room to explain what had happened and what was going to happen. The Siren apparently, did not emerge from water but instead any clear reflection hence the reason behind all the windows being broken. But now that the group knew what they had to do for the moment...they weren't so on-board with it.

"Just wait?" Rory blinked, thinking he'd heard wrong but by the looks the Doctor gave he had, unfortunately, heard correctly.

"That's the master-plan?" Avalon raised an eyebrow, "We just...wait?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't come up with anything better, but-"

"What about the TARDIS?"

"It's been towed..."

"What?" Amy crossed her arms, "How so?"

"Sorry," the Doctor flashed a smile, "We might be stuck here for a while."

"How long are we supposed to wait?" Lena asked, not as irritated as the others.

"The sea is still calm, like a mirror. If you go out on deck she'll rise up and attack," Avery looked at the three affected to remind them this was ultimately the best chance they had.

"It's OK, though," the Doctor cut in as he saw Avalon about to remark again, "The calm won't last forever. When the wind picks up we'll all set sail."

"Until it does, you have to hide down here," Avery gestured to the place.

"Oh this is swell," Avalon huffed with her arms crossed, "You're not living up to your name," she looked at the Doctor.

"I have my good days and bad days," he raised his hands in surrender.

With that being said, the group organized themselves for some sleep on the floor. Although for Amy it didn't last very long as she woke up to several whispers. She looked around and saw the same woman with an eye patch over her eye, talking, before the same hatch shut again. Frightened, Amy left the place to get some air and stumbled across the Doctor in the Captain's cabin, where she found him staring at the windows in silence.

"Doctor?" she stepped forwards, confused what he was trying to do this time.

"Sssh!" he quickly waved her to be quiet while he kept his gaze on the windows.

"What can you see?"

"Feels like something's out there, staring straight at me," the Doctor focused for a moment more until they heard thunder crashing and the ship rocking, alerting a storm was coming for them, "Man the sails!"

~ 0 ~

Through the heavy thunderstorm, the entire group was out on the deck trying to keep the ship safe. Avery was holding the rigging while the Avalon, Lena, Amy and Rory went to the topside and the Doctor stood at the wheel.

"To the rigging, you dogs! Let go the sails. Avast ye!" Avery was crying out certain words like those that left the humans more than confused while they ran for the ropes holding the mainsail, "Put the bunt into the slack of the clews."

"What the hell is going on about!?" Avalon was making a face as she just listened.

"I swear he's making half this stuff up," Amy rolled her eyes.

"Oh, you know, we should make a phrase book to know the translation!" Lena exclaimed, genuinely wondering if it would be enough for them to understand.

"Toby!" Avery looked at the young boy, "Find my coat. My compass is inside it, boy! Heave ho you bilge rats."

"'Rats' was all I could hear," Rory informed and shook his head, knowing that would be pretty much all he would be getting.

As Toby ran back with Avery's coat, he nearly tripped and let a hidden crown Avery kept inside the joke, one that the Doctor told him was necessary to be thrown out or the Siren could come through it and take them. As soon as the crown was still on the floor, the Siren shot out from its clear reflection and immediately held her hand for Toby.

"Don't let her take you!" Avery yelled in horror, his stomach churning as Toby walked closer, "No!"

"Not again!" Lena severely struggled to keep Avalon from heading towards the Siren, Amy having the same problem with Rory now. Together, they stood in front of Avalon and Rory and blocked their way (as well as repeatedly pushed them away) from the Siren.

"No!" Avery shouted as Toby was disintegrated by the Siren. In haste, the Doctor snuck towards the crown and threw it out to sea, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Avery had broken down as he realized his son was gone due to his actions.

The Doctor turned around in anger, "You couldn't give up the gold could you? That's why you turned pirate! Your commission, your wife, your son. Just how much is that treasure worth to you man?"

Avalon looked up in her dazed condition and saw the main yardarm swinging for them, while Lena and Amy were still in front of her and Rory. She pushed the two women away in time to keep them in safety, unfortunately for her and Rory there was no time.

"No!" Lena saw her sister and Rory be knocked into the feisty ocean.

"Rory!" Amy cried as she and Lena ran to the side of the ship, the Doctor coming to join them a moment later.

"I can't see either of them!" Lena panicked as all the water folded over and over, no arms nor heads sticking out from it.

"I'm going in!" Amy declared as was able to swing over a leg before the Doctor yanked her away.

"They're drowning! You go in after them and you'll drown too!"

"But we have to do something!" Lena felt like throwing herself in as well, "Avalon doesn't know how to swim, remember? She's dying!"

"There's only one thing that can save them now," the Doctor looked back at a barrel, one he knew was full of water.

"What are you talking about!?" Amy frantically questioned, looking between him and the water hastily, there was no time for mysteries!"

"The siren, the siren wants them," he reminded her and Lena, "We have to release her!" he hurried for the barrel.

"Big brother, what are you going to do!?" Lena went after him but he got there earlier and snatched the lid of the barrel, releasing the Siren.

The Doctor looked up as the Siren floated in the air, "They're drowning! Go find them!" he pointed and breathed in relief as the Siren dove into the water.

"What did you do?" Lena blinked with wide eyes, terrified as the Siren disappeared through the water.

"If they stay in there, they'll die," the Doctor reminded.

"But she'll destroy them!"" Amy angrily ran up to them.

"That thing isn't just some ravenous hunter! It's intelligent. We can reason with it. And maybe, just maybe, they're still alive somewhere. We have to follow."

"Are you mad!?" Avery stood from his spot and stared at the Doctor with utter confusion.

"If we ever want to see them again, we have to let the siren take us," the Doctor irritably explained, tired of the looks he was receiving from all three, "We'll prick our fingers. All agreed?"

"Aye," Avery went first.

"Aye," Amy sighed, seeing no other alternative.

"Aye," Lena gave the Doctor a sharp look, "This better work!"

"Aye!" he cheered then went ahead and pricked everyone's fingers.

On cue, the Siren appeared with her song and reached for the three who were now happily going for her. A flash of light took them over and the next thing they knew they were waking up on a proper floor.

"Where are we?" Lena, confused, looked around at the solid, gray walls of what clearly looked like some sort of ship.

"We haven't moved. We're in exactly the same place as before," the Doctor could see Avery's ship through the windows in front of them.

"We're on a ghost ship," Avery couldn't find more to say than that.

"No, it's real. Space ship trapped in a temporal rift."

"How can two ships be in the same place?" Amy looked through the window as well and couldn't understand.

"Not the same. Two planes, two worlds, two cars parked in the same space. There are lots of different universes nested inside each other. Now and again they collide and you can step from one to the other."

"That did not make much sense," Lena felt sorry to say.

"Good, cos it's really not like that at all," the Doctor looked back at her with an amused smile, "Just thought it may help..."

"You want to try a different approach, then?"

The Doctor looked around and found a piece of metal that he decided to chuck at the window. It went right through the glass and landed on the deck of Avery's ship, "All the reflections have suddenly become gateways! Ever look in a mirror and think you're seeing a whole other world? Well, this time it's not an illusion."

A low beeping sound carried over to the spot the group was in, "The signal," Amy realized.

"Yes," the Doctor turned and started walking.

"That was the distress call?" Lena asked as they climbed up a staircase.

"Uh-huh," the Doctor nodded.

"There was a second ship here all the time..."

"And the Siren is on board," the Doctor judged by the low song of the Siren they could hear. He stopped in front of a door and unlocked it, surprised to see a desiccated body of an alien on the side. Avery pulled out his gun on the body, "Dead," the Doctor stopped him and walked towards the bridge of the ship. On the control chair there laid another dead alien.

"You were right, there was something staring at us the whole time," Amy walked up while looking out the windows of the bridge, Avery''s cabin being on the other side, "How long has this ship been marooned here?"

"Long enough for the Captain to have run out of grog," Avery pointed at the alien.

"So if that's the captain, what exactly is the siren?" Lena wondered if that was a good question and truthfully she was curious to know, especially since that thing had her sister now.

"Same as us. A stowaway," the Doctor was using his sonic on the corpse.

"She killed it?" Lena blinked rapidly with horror, "But she has our friends now! And my sister!"

"Human bacteria," the Doctor looked at his sonic as it gave the results.

"What?" Amy stepped towards him.

"A virus, from our planet. Airborne, travelling through the portal. That's what killed it," he nodded to the corpse and leaned on the panel, "Didn't get its jabs-" he suddenly lifted his hand with a crinkled face as he stared at his hand now covered in green slime, "Urghhh! Look."

"What is that?" Lena pointed at his hand with her nose crinkled at the sight.

"Sneeze! Alien bogies!" the Doctor fiercely shook his hand in an effort to get the slime off. And, when he found no results, he wiped it on Amy's coat then continued to walk out.

With a glare, Amy turned and went after him with Lena and Avery. They came across a new, white room with dozens of beds suspended from the ceiling, all carrying unconscious people. The Doctor walked ahead with the sonic out as he scanned the place.

"McGrath!" Avery stopped by a bed, "He's one of my men."

"And he's still breathing," Lena looked at the machine that strapped onto the man's neck. Meanwhile, the Doctor found rectangular discs that were full of information.

"My entire crew is here," Avery realized as he looked around, his eyes landing on his son across the room, "Toby!" he ran for the bed Toby laid on.

Amy turned to see Avery run and found Rory as well, "Rory!"

"Avalon!" Lena gasped at the sight of her ginger sister and dashed.

"The TARDIS!" the Doctor went across the room to the TARDIS and practically hugged the box with relief.

"We have to get them out of here," Avery looked at the others frantically, disliking the machines around his son.

"Wait!" the Doctor left the TARDIS and ran for Toby, using the sonic on him, "His fever's gone," he looked over at Rory and walked over.

"He looks so well," Amy breathed as she stared at Rory.

"So does Avalon," Lena agreed.

The Doctor sonicked both of them and blinked with surprise, "She's keeping them alive. Their brains are still active but all the cellular activity is suspended. It's not a curse. It's a tissue sample," he showed the others the discs, "Why get samples of people you are about to kill?"

"We need to get them out of here," Amy declared and started wrapping her arms around Rory to get him up, "Help me!"

The Doctor reached to undo the tube around Rory but an alarm stopped them along with the song of the Siren. Lena gasped as she saw the glowing green shade of the Siren coming from the doorway, "She's coming!"

The Doctor took them to a hiding place on the side of the room with Avery, all watching as the Siren approached Rory's bed and calmed the man down with her singing.

"Anesthetic," the Doctor whispered.

"What?" Avery frowned.

"The music. The song. So she anesthetizes people and then puts their bodies in stasis!"

When Avery saw the Siren going for Toby, he took out his gun and move out from their hiding place, ready to shoot her the moment she touched his son.

"Avery, no!" the Doctor called as Avery shot at the Siren.

Angry and red, the Siren turned for Avery menacingly. The Doctor ran for another part of the room to get the attention on him but ended up sneezing. At the sound, the Siren turned on him with fire between his hands.

"Whoa. Fire! That's new," the Doctor backed away, "What does fire do? Burn? Yes. Destroy? What else? Sterilise! I sneezed. I've brought germs in!" he pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose into it, chucking it to the floor afterwards. The Siren shot the cloth instantaneously on the floor and destroyed the handkerchief.

"Amy..." Lena tried stopping the ginger but Amy shook her arm off and ran for Rory's side.

"Amy, stop!" the Doctor warned as the Siren went after her, "Don't touch him. Anesthetic, tissue sample, screen, sterile working conditions. Ignore all my previous theories!"

"Yeah, well, we stopped paying attention a while back," Amy shot him a mock-glare.

"You sound just like Avalon," he promptly pointed out. "And the Siren is not a killer at all," he tried to say fast as he watched the Siren near her, "She's a doctor!" Amy backed away to where Lena was, both watching the Siren return to her normal green glow, "This is an automated sick bay. It's teleporting everyone on board. The crew are dead and so the sick bay has had nothing to do. It's been looking after humanity whilst it's been idle. Look at her. A virtual doctor! Able to sterilise a whole room."

"Able to burn your face off," Lena reminded with a frown, "That's not very helpful."

"She's just an interface. Seeped through the joint between the planes. Broadcast in our world. Protean circuitry means she can change her form and become a human doctor for humans. Oh, sister you are good!"

"But then that means those machines aren't going to work for Avalon for much longer," Lena hurried to her sister's side, already seeing Avalon begin to fuss quietly, "We have to get them out of here..." Amy tried to reach for Rory but the Siren hissed at her in her red glow and made Amy step away.

"She won't let us take them," Avery sighed sadly.

"She's keeping them alive but she doesn't know how to heal them," the Doctor observed the patients.

"I'm his wife for God's sake!" Amy nearly teared up, "Why can't I touch him?"

"Tell her Amy," the Doctor suddenly got the idea, "Show her your ring," he held Amy's hand with her ring up to the Siren, "She may be virtual but she's intelligent. You can't do anything without her consent. Come on! Sophisticated girl like you, that must be somewhere in your core program."

"Look, he's very ill," Amy gestured to Rory, "OK, I just want to look after him. Why won't you let me near my husband!?"

The Siren held her hand to Amy, a ring of light forming around it. Confused, Amy looked at the Doctor for some help, "Consent form. Sign it. Put your hand in the light," he motioned, "Rory's sick. You have to take full responsibility."

"What about Avalon?" Lena cautiously moved closer to her sister, "Can I...check her out of this...hospital, whatever it is?"

"Of course you can," the Doctor smiled, "Look, show her your bracelets," he pointed at the twins matching bracelets on their wrists.

Amy put her hand through the ring and retrieved control of her husband. Afterwards, the Siren turned for Lena who was holding up Avalon's wrist as well as her own, "We're sisters, you have to give me consent too!" and thankfully, she received the ring of light as well, "Oh thank goodness that worked," Lena gave a smile at the Doctor and Amy, "I'm not brave," she announced and put her hand through the ring. The Siren disappeared as the consent was given.

As soon as the Siren was gone, Amy turned the power off Rory's machine. Rory gasped awake and started jerking as he tried to to breathe. The Doctor turned for the two in haste, "He can't breathe, turn it back on!"

Amy quickly turned the power back on and sighed. Lena looked between Rory and Avalon, in a stump, "They both went into the water, so...if I try to do that with Avalon-"

"I wouldn't," the Doctor cut her off before she was able to finish.

Avalon slowly opened her eyes, feeling her throat was on fire, "Oh, my..." she gasped, "...breathe!"

"The machine's failing now!" Lena grew frantic as her twin struggled to breathe properly, "The TARDIS..." she stared at the big, blue box with hope, "Works for any kind..."

"Where am I?" Rory slowly came to a slow awakening.

"Lena, if...if we did that..." the Doctor came to Lena while Amy explained the situation to Rory.

"It could save her, right?" Lena needed to hear the 'yes' now followed by the plan to get her inside.

"She was drowning..." the Doctor tried to be delicate about it, "...I don't think she would make it that far."

"No, don't say that," Lena's eyes teared up, "Please don't say that..."

"She was drowning like me," Rory managed to get their attention, "Meaning she can be saved like me," he looked at Amy in the eyes, "I'm a nurse, I can teach you how to save me."

"Hold on..." Amy saw where Rory was headed with and shook her head.

"We just have to be resuscitated," Rory could've shrugged if the situation wasn't so dire.

"Just?" Lena choked at the word.

"You've seen them do it loads of times in films. CPR. The kiss of life," Rory said to Amy with a small smile.

"Rory, this isn't a film, ok," Amy sighed, "There are two people, one that includes you, who need attention now. What if we do it wrong?"

"You won't."

"OK, what if you don't come back to life? What if...?"

"I trust you, Amy," Rory assured.

"What about him?" Amy pointed to the Doctor, "I mean why do I have to be the one? Why do I have to save you?"

"Because I know you'll never give up," Rory smiled softly.

The Doctor pointed to Lena to be given a moment as he walked for Avery who looked after Toby, "We have to send this ship back into space. Imagine if the siren got ashore. She would have to process every injured human."

"What about Toby?"

"I'm sorry. Typhoid fever. Once he returns it's only a matter of time..."

"Wait a minute," Lena blinked, "Amy, look after Avalon," she ordered before she rushed to the Doctor and Avery, "Maybe there's another option for Toby," she started to smile, nearly smacking herself for not thinking about it earlier. This was really all on her since Avalon wasn't exactly in her right mind.

"Lena, it's Typhoid fever," the Doctor reminded, "Deadly illness..."

"Yeah, for the new humans," Lena glanced at Avery, "Sorry," she winced at her words, "I just meant, this illness, by the time it reaches New Earth it's mutated and cured...especially by those carrying the antibody in their genes..."

The Doctor's eyes widened as he looked at Avalon, "Oh..." he'd caught onto Lena's plan.

"Oh what?" Avery made the Doctor look back at them again, "What is it?"

"My sister and I, we're part of another type of human, in the future," Lena tried to explain with haste as she could hear some of Avalon's struggle for breath, "We carry antibodies for nearly all type of illnesses, including the one your son has," she pointed at Toby.

"Then do it, girl, help him!" Avery exclaimed.

"I can't..." Lena made a face then sighed, "...I'm sort of sick on that aspect, my genes are all messed up," Avery's face fell at those words, "But Avalon!" Lena quickly instigated the hope again, "She's not sick, she's in perfect condition! And I'm sure she'd be more than happy to help Toby after she's healed."

"Then heal her, fast," Avery nearly pushed the two back to the ginger now that he knew she was the only one who could possibly help Toby.

"C'mon," Lena pulled the Doctor back to Avalon and Rory.

"Someone do something..." Avalon was shaking her head, "...machines are useless, idiotic, stupid-"

"Temper, Ava," the Doctor hushed her.

"I'm dying!"

"CPR, that's all you need, yeah?"

"I'm dead," Avalon sighed, "No offence to Lena, but she's a bit of a nerve-wreck when it comes to that stuff...even when she was the one who needed CPR."

Lena smiled sheepishly at the look the Doctor gave her, "I told you," she tried to remind.

"Just...take care of her, okay?" Avalon shook the Doctor arms to get his attention again, "I don't care what happens to me, just bring her home and look after her, please."

"N-n-n-n-no, that's not gonna happen," he frowned, "I came with four friends and I am leaving with four friends," he looked between her and Rory, "So don't you get any ideas of dying!"

"We'll try our best," Rory assured with a roll of his eyes.

Avalon's breath hitched suddenly as it became harder to breathe, "Okay, dying now!" she exclaimed and put a hand on her chest.

"CPR is a two-person thing, Avalon," Lena frowned, "Remember that important detail?"

"Enough," the Doctor pulled down the ginger's hands, "Now here is the plan and I want all of you to listen," he pointed at the companions, "Rory, prepare yourself," he warned as he turned to Rory, "We're going to unhook you and Amy will begin CPR. And then you-" he pointed at Avalon, "-are not going to die because then that would make me look awfully bad as the person who'll do CPR on you."

"Really?" Avalon raised an eyebrow, "That's gonna be the awful part? How about me dyin-" but she received his hand over her mouth.

"Hush, not finished yet," he pointed to the machine Rory was hooked up to, "When Lena turns that off, Amy, you gotta start CPR immediately afterwards." Amy nodded fervently but the mere thought of doing CPR put her into panic. "Ow!" the Doctor jerked his hand away as soon as he felt teeth puncturing into his skin, "Piranha or human!?" he glared at Avalon, "You better not do that when I try CPR do you understand?" All he received was a very cheeky smile from Avalon that honestly made him reconsider the plan.

"Ready?" Lena stood by Rory's power machine. Amy and the Doctor stood with Rory, nodding for Lena to do it, "Go!" she switched the machine off.

Amy placed both of her hands over Rory's chest and started CPR. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" she repeated each time she waited for Rory to wake up.

"Someone better start with me or I might not let you disconnect this thing," Avalon gulped and glanced at the power machine beside her own bed.

"Okay, okay, you ready?" the Doctor moved for her bedside, preferring to leave Lena by Amy's side. He had full confidence Rory would wake up.

"No," Avalon eyed the coil of the tube around her neck, "What kind of stupid question is that?"

"I'm gonna let that pass because you're afraid," the Doctor pointed at her, "But you trust me, right?"

Avalon nodded, "Completely," she answered softly. The Doctor then reached for the machine when the woman grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him down, "But if I die, rest assure that I will come back and haunt you for the rest of eternity."

As she let go, the Doctor nodded, gulping with a bit of fear, "And there's the Ava I know," he reached and shut off the machine, the ginger immediately gasping a final time before she went unconscious like Rory had.

Lena didn't know where to look anymore. On her right was Amy frantically pushing against Rory's chest, and on her left was the Doctor doing the same with Avalon. With each attempt that failed, both the Doctor and Amy grew more and more frantic, but they wouldn't stop. The few minutes seemed to last an eternity for all of them...until Rory sat upright to throw water from his mouth. A few seconds later, Avalon did the same.

"Ha! I did it!" Amy was proud to say, though the tears in her eyes reflected the terrible fear she just went through.

Avalon threw her arms around the Doctor's neck for a tight hug. "Oh my God, thank you!"

"Oh, one more thing," the Doctor pulled away, "We need you to cure Toby."

"Oh..." Avalon looked past him to the young boy laid on the bed with Avery standing on the side, "...right," she nodded and smiled again, "Thank you, fairy-tale man."

"You're welcome," he smiled back and pushed a lock of her ginger hair from her face, "I will always come to your rescue, sort of my job, you know." Avalon shook her head at him and got up from her bed to go see Toby.

"Can you really heal him?" Avery asked while he stared at his son.

"Watch me," Avalon pressed her hand to Toby's forehead, a great smile spreading across her face as her hand began glowing while she cured Toby.

~ 0 ~

"Well, thanks for the trip," Lena politely said to the group, though it was clear that if she had the chance to go back she probably wouldn't do it. She was getting ready to leave the TARDIS, with only the goodbyes left to do. "But I got to get back home. I don't think Dad and Gavin can make it on their own."

"Take care, Lena," Amy gave the woman a hug.

"I will," Lena moved on to hug Rory then the Doctor. "And please try not to get hurt so much."

"We can say that we will try our best," Rory gave the Doctor a glance afterwards, "Right, Doctor?"

The Doctor was clueless and merely smiled. "Sure, sure!"

"I feel terrible for leaving you alone like this," Avalon shook her head, "I shouldn't be, and I'm sorry I'm-"

"I'm not sorry," Lena cut in, shrugging nonchalantly, "I'm genuinely happy that you're finally doing something you want to do instead of taking care of me."

"How can you say that, Lena? I'm your big sister, I'm supposed to be looking after you..."

"That's just it, Avalon, you're my sister," Lena stepped closer to Avalon and took a long breath, deciding this was as good as any other time to finally tell her sister what she needed to hear. "And yes, I get it, we're sisters and we're always going to be looking after each other, but there's a limit. You, you Avalon, you go over the top. You're my sister, not my mother," Lena felt awful by the face Avalon was making at the mention of their mother, Emmelina, the subject still too raw to be talked about, "Mum looked after us, like her job commanded it to be so, but now she's gone, and there's no one left to do that job anymore. You're my sister, it is not your job to act like my mum, because you're not and you will never be that."

"Why are you telling me this?" Avalon's eyes teared up, making an effort not to take offense to the words being spoken to her by the one person she cared above all.

"Frankly, because I'm tired of it," Lena sighed, knowing that sounded a lot worse than she meant it to.

"Oh..." Avalon's voice cracked. "...right."

Lena looked past Avalon to the others. While they were sympathetic towards Avalon, they all agreed long ago that this was something Avalon needed to understand. "I'm tired of you always putting me before yourself, like I'm the most important thing in the world."

"Because you are," Avalon nodded but Lena cut in again.

"I'm not, the truth is I'm just a regular person like anyone else, only with a mutation in my genes, nothing more," Lena shrugged, "For twenty two years you've taken the role of my mother and I want it to stop, I need it to stop. Because, one day I'm not going to be here-"

"Don't say that," Avalon frowned, "Don't every say th-"

"It's true, Avalon, one day I won't be here anymore," Lena smiled sadly, "And I don't want you to be so lost without me. I've heard what the months after my death were like for you."

"That Doctor has a mouth the size of a black hole," Avalon muttered, unaware of the mock-glare that was being thrown at her from behind by said man.

"I'm glad he told me, because it shows me how much of your life was dedicated to me. Avalon don't you see? I know you do, because you're smart. Your entire life was dedicated to me that when I was gone, you couldn't seem to find your place in this world. I don't want that for you, I never did."

"So what? You want me to stop caring for you? Stop trying to protect you?"

"I want you to have a life of your own," Lena said softly, "I don't want to keep living like this, I'm tired of it. Every waking moment you're always trying to take care of me, not caring how much you hurt yourself in the process. Stop focusing so much on me and discover who you are, apart from the caregiver," she gave Avalon a tight hug. "Please listen. I don't want to be protected anymore." Lena pulled away and offered her sister a kind smile before walking out of the TARDIS.

None of the group knew how to approach this type of situation. They didn't know whether the temperamental Avalon would make an appearance or perhaps the silent, snappy Avalon would strike an appearance...those two were quite the opposite sides and it was crucial to know which one they'd be dealing with in order to help.

"My own sister is tired of me," Avalon declared before making a hasty walk for the staircase.

"What - Ava!" Rory called and made a chase after her. "That's not what Lena said."

Avalon stopped by the staircase and threw everyone a look. "You heard everything. That's exactly what she said. Answer me honestly when I ask if I smother her."

"What?" Rory looked at the others, all agreeing that wouldn't be a good idea. No-"

"Answer me honestly," Avalon rose her voice which made them all wince again, "Do I smother her when she's around?"

"No, you don't," the Doctor answered quietly, "You're simply...overprotective, that's all. It's nothing bad but...it would be better for both of you if you tried fixing that."

"There shouldn't be anything wrong if I protect my twin with everything I've got," Avalon sniffled, "It's always been like that, ever since we were kids. I don't do it because it's a job, I do it because I love her, because she's my sister."

"It's just there's a boundary..." Amy trailed off when Avalon glared.

"Okay, c'mon," the Doctor took her by the hand and sat her down on the stairs with him sitting beside her, "Let me tell you a story, alright?"

"Do you really think this is the time, Fairy Tale Man? Sort of in the middle of something," she gestured to her face.

"You'll want to hear this, trust me," the Doctor assured. "Now this story, it takes place in the house of Amelia Pond." Amy playfully rolled her eyes at the mention of her name. "I met three little girls one night, and you know who I was most intrigued by?"

"Who?" Avalon went along with the story while she tried containing more of her tears inside.

"This little girl with big, red hair with the most responsible attitude I'd ever seen in a child. She called me stupid," the Doctor made a face that got Avalon to laugh, making him beam, "And she threatened me not to hurt her little sister...and for a long time, all I saw in that little girl was the protective sister who looked after the smaller girl with brown hair. You were a wonderful big sister, but you know when I saw you the happiest?"

"When?"

"When I started talking about those fairy tales and princesses with you," the Doctor smiled softly at her, "Your entire face just lit up," he laughed at the memory, "That was the split second I got a glimpse of Avalon, not 'Lena's big sister'. And that's what Lena wants for you now,

"What Lena was trying to tell me in a nice way was to...get a life, basically," Avalon sighed and ran her hands through her hair, "And, honestly, that's not an easy thing for me. I suppose that's part of the reason I focus so much of my life on her. People don't really like me, everyone knows that," she shrugged, missing Rory's and Amy's sympathetic stares. "I'm not a nice person, I've gone to jail several times, well, dozens of times. People never want to be around that. It's always been hard for me to make friends apart from you guys and Mels."

"But you're not in Leadworth anymore," the Doctor reminded and stood up, reaching down for her hands, "And you know what? I like you," she chuckled as he pulled her up, keeping hold of her hands.

"That was cheesy," Avalon couldn't help chuckle and since she did, it gave Amy the courage to agree.

"Oh yeah!"

The Doctor, on the other hand, frowned. "Hey!"

"I would just leave it," Rory told him.

The Doctor huffed, but inside he was happy to see Avalon's spirits lifted. Between the trio, they would make sure Avalon got a taste of a real life.

#ocapp #doctor who fics #11th doctor fics #doctor who #11th doctor #oc: Avalon Reynolds #oc: Lena Reynolds #fic: falling in temptation

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Plance Transfer student AU

The Holt’s had hosted a transfer student before back during Matt’s senior year, that’s how the family came to know Takashi Shirogane, or Shiro as he liked to be called

Come Pidge’s junior year her parents told her the news that or his senior school year they would be housing a Cuban transfer student named Lance

Pidge didn’t really think anything of this, as long as he didn’t touch her stuff they would probably get along just fine

Come pick up day Pidge stood next to her best friend Hunk who had asked to tag along since Lance would be in his class

“What do you think he’s like? Do you think he is fluent in english? What if he’s rude!? What if-”

“Hunk relax, i’m sure he’s just as nervous as you are.”

“You’re not nervous?”

“Kinda? it’ll just be nice to have someone my age in the house again since Matt left for college.”

As they continued to talk Pidge heard her Dad call out the transfer students name and watched as a admittedly beautiful guy hurried over to them

How were his teeth so white and straight? What was he a colgate model? and he had to be wearing contacts nobody’s were that blue!

“Pidge!” Hunk elbowed her

Pidge came back to earth blinking as she quickly realized she had been staring

Didn’t help Lance or whatever his name was had a sly smirk on his face

“Lance this is my daughter Katie and her friend Hunk.” Her dad introduced them “Katie likes to go by Pidge though.”

Lance extended his hand to Pidge “It’s nice to meet you, I look forward to the school year.” he spoke clear english, but had a clear accent

Pidge shook it and Hunk did afterwards

Soon the Holt’s and Lance arrived at their house and while her parents showed Lance the guest room Pidge went to her room and flopped on her bed next to bae bae

“This is gonna be a long school year,”

The next day was the first day of school and since Pidge was in charge of showing him around and helping him out at school she had to endure all the stares and flirting

If Lance told one more girl her eyes were his favorite color she was gonna puke

They finally arrived back at the start

“Okay, now you have my number so if you can’t fine someone to help you just text me.”

“Pidge come on, i’m nearly 18, I got this.”

He didn’t, He texted Pidge five minute after they separated because he couldn’t find his homeroom

Come lunch Pidge softly smushed her face into Keith’s shoulder, her other best friend

“Long day Holt?”

“You don’t know that half of it Kogane.”

“So I take it the new kid is who is living under your roof this year?”

Pidge nodded as she moved back so she could steal a carrot off his tray

“He’s...Something.”

“You can say that again.”

Next thing the two knew Hunk appeared with Lance beside him, Lance looking rather displeased at Keith’s existence

“Mind if we sit?” Hunk asked

Both nodded and the other two joined them though Lance wouldn’t even spare Keith a glance

“What is this?” Lance as looking down at his plastic wrapped sub

“Oof you grabbed the tuna salad...” Hunk said and both Keith and Pidge mentally pressed F to pay respect

“Is it bad?” he asked

“Let’s just say the last kid that ate it was out sick for a week.”

Yeah Pidge had never seen a kid throw food away in his life

“Here.” she handed him her bag of chips which he gladly took

Over the next few week Pidge and Lance began to actually get along and even hung our regularly with Hunk and Keith

The evening of Halloween Lance even dressed up as Frankenstein’s monster so he and pidge matched

Come Christmas Lance (with her mother’s help) made a traditional Cuban Christmas dinner

Matt and Lance were like a horrible meme nightmare together and Pidge was thankful his girlfriend was cool to hang out with

Present wise Pidge got Lance a figher pilot jacket which quickly came apart of his everyday look and Lance got Pidge a video game they coudl play together since they had bonded over them the most

On new years eve Pidge stood outside watching fireworks explode whilst a slightly tipsy Lance leaned against her

“Lance get off, if you’re tired go lay on Keith’s couch.”

“Quiero estar contigo..”

“Lance we both know I don’t know Spanish.”

He just grumbled and moved so he was hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her head

sighing pidge let him stay there as they counted down the minute to new years when something unexpected happened

as pidge yelled 0 to herself she suddenly felt lips connect with her own

She wanted to chew Lance out but he has passes out after the kiss, how convenient for him

Pidge didn’t tell Lance or anyone for that matter what happened that night, not like it would matter, Lance had a crush on Allura, a girl in his grade who honestly was a walking goddess

As time went on Lance noticed Pidge was distancing herself, however here recently he had got on Allura’s good side was hanging out with her

“Is Pidge mad at me?” Lance asked Hunk

“She hasn’t mentioned anything? Why?”

“She barely talks to be anymore and at home she hides in her room.”

“Well spring break is coming up so maybe try to ask her to hang out then?”

And so he did

But Pidge seemed one step ahead with an excuse

However his chance came the last day of break because it was also Pidge’s 17 birthday meaning she couldn’t hide

The morning came early as Pidge’s parents followed by Lance came in carrying a plate of peanut butter pancakes and singing happy birthday

Pidge, though half asleep, took the breakfast thanking them

“After you eat get dressed and we’ll head into town okay?”

she just nodded too tired to argue as she rubbed her eyes

Lance stayed in the room after her parents left “Any idea what you want to do today?”

“Why do you care?” Pidge asked as she ate her pancakes

Lance felt his irritation from the last few weeks rising “Because i’m your friend or I thought I was.”

Pidge just rolled her eyes “Oh please. the minute Allura texts you i’ll be invisible to you again, now please go away so I can eat in peace.”

grumbling Lance left the room, but he sat and thought about what she said

Was Pidge...Jealous of Allura? But, why? She didn’t like him that way...right?

The ride into town was awkward as Lance fought every urge to even just look at Pidge

arriving at the mall Pidge’s parents gave her $100 to spend on what she wanted and told the two o them to meet them back the front by noon

After they separated Lance pulled Pidge to the side “Are you jealous of Allura?”

“Excuse me?”

“Earlier you mentioned Allura, why?”

“Am I not allowed to talk about your crush?”

Lance’s cheeks burned as he looked away “Just answer my question.”

“No i’m not jealous of Allura.” she lied

“Then why bring her up?”

“i’m leaving.” Pidge walked off “Don’t follow me.”

Lance sighed as he slumped against the wall

A familiar voice caught his ear

Allura had just walked in the mall and Lance immediately realized what Pidge meant by invisible to him because when Allura asked why e was there it took him a minute to remember he was there for Pidge

He was the worst friend ever

“Lance it’s okay, i’ll help you find her okay?” Allura offered

Lance nodded still feeling guilty

As they walked Lance noticed Pidge’s backpack at a table in the arcade and quickly hurried in calling for her

He seen a crowd of people and headed over to see they were around a DDR machine where low and behold Pidge was dancing along die Keith of all people

except something hit him hard

Pidge was laughing as she hung out with Keith

And that

that made him jealous

he was the jealous one it seemed

When the dance ended Keith was the clear winner as Pidge laughed slumping against the bar

“That’s the last time you pick the song Kogane.”

“Gotta have you exercise somehow.”

“Hey I exercise!”

“Your fingers on your keyboard as you code don’t count Katie.”

Katie...He called her by her real name

Lance cleared his throat and Pidge looked over groaning before spotting Allura and her eyes darkening a bit

“Want a turn?” Keith asked

“Actually I was looking for Pidge, come on Pidge.”

“You’re not my babysitter Lance..”

Allura stepped forward “If I may..Pidge Lance has been looking for you for the last ten minutes.”

“And I told him not to.”

Keith sighed feeling annoyed and took Pidge’s hand pulling her along “Let’s talk about this without so many eyes and ears, you guys are making a scene.”

Soon they were in the arcade’s backroom seeing as Keith worked there

“Now what’s going on?” Keith asked

“Lance thinks i’m jealous of Allura.”

Allura looked confused “of me? Why?”

Lance explained the mention of her earlier this morning

“Pidge do you think Lance favors me over you?”

“I mean he does have a crush on you.”

Lance’s face paled as Pidge realized she had outted him

“Oh..So you have a crush on him?”

Pidge’s face went bright red “I didn’t say that!”

“But if he likes me and you’re upset he puts me over you then-”

“I’m leaving!” Pidge quickly tried to leave but Keith blocked her way

“Pidge just answer the question. Do you like Lance?”

Pidge looked to Lance and then to Allura before looking to the ground and sighing “Even if I do it doesn’t matter, like I said he likes Allura. Now can I go now, this is turning into the worst birthday ever.”

“You like me?” Lance asked

“I..” she sighed “You were tipsy and kissed me on new years eve.” she instinctively held keith back “when you didn’t remember I knew it was an accident, but after that I started to feel weird, especially when you brought up Allura or other girls..”

“Oh God..Pidge i’m-”

“Save it...Keith.”

Keith moved and let Pidge out but blocked Lance from chasing her

“Keith move!” Lance growled

“She needs space right now Lance, if you keep pushing her like this she is gonna hate you.”

And so come noon Pidge sat at the front with some stuff she bought as she waited on everyone

she kept telling herself she had a little over a month left and Lance would leave and she could sever ties even though it hurt to think about not talking to him ever again

“Hey.” Lance walked up

she didn’t reply as she sipped her coffee

“So..Allura doesn’t like me that way.”

no response still

“But I think I have a new crush..”

“Don’t pity me McClain..”

“Pidge i’m not pitying you..give me a week to prove to you that i’m serious..”

she sighed “Only because if I don’t agree you’ll drag Hunk into this.”

After dinner that night Pidge and Lance went on a walk, Lance giving Pidge his jacket when she shivered

“You do realize you’re going back to Cuba next month right..’?”

“I do, I just..I like being with you..being near you.”

“..You told me the same thing on new years eve in Spanish, at least I think, I googled what I thought you said.”

“Well drunk Lance had that part right, though I shouldn’t have forced a kiss on you, that was wrong.”

she nodded as she pulled the jacket closer to her “...I didn’t hate it..”

“What?”

“The kiss, I didn’t hate it..”

“..Could I kiss you for real?”

She gave a small nod and the two shared their first kiss under a streetlamp that was turning on above them

The next month was full of cute sappy date things that they squeezed in between studying or final and Lance sending in college applications

However come summer it was time for Lance to return home to Cuba where his family was eagerly awaiting his return

Pidge stood quietly aside Matt and her Mom as she watched her Dad help Lance load his luggage into the family car

Lance looked to Pidge and immediately noticed she was ready to cry the moment nobody was watching

He walked over and pulled her into a tight hug “This isn’t goodbye Katie, I promise.”

tears ran down her face as she hugged him tightly “You better come back you jerk..”

he wiped her eyes before kissing her head “Of course, can’t let Keith beat my DDR score.”

She glared about to say something when Lance knelt and whispered in her ear

“Te amo.”

#plance #pidgance #possiblypidge au's

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