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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Gotham’s Growth: Part 3

Batman, Damian in his Robin suit, the Doctor, and William arrived at the scene as Commissioner Gordon and other police officers combed over the area. “All this over a seed pod,” grunted Gordon. “I knew Poison Ivy was crazy, but-.”

“Commissioner,” interrupted the Doctor, “I don’t think either you or she knows how much danger Gotham, nay, EARTH is in now.”

“Given that the only human she cares about is Harley, I think I can guess.”

“If what I saw from the old pod is any indication,” remarked Batman, “not even Harley is safe from what Ivy’s got, despite Ivy’s love for her.”

“We’ll have to find her quickly, Batman,” said William.

“We have a potential site,” revealed Gordon. “Oracle found evidence of plant buildup around the old Gotham Park in Old Town. We sent some people to investigate the area, and their body-cam footage caught Ivy and Harley making their base there.”

“…And the people you sent to investigate?” asked the Doctor. Gordon rubbed his face in regret.

“I…I had to tell their families…” he began.

“I think I can piece together what happened to them,” muttered the Doctor.

“We have to stop them,” said William.

“You two wait with the Commissioner,” Batman said to the Doctor and William.

“Batman, with all due respect, we’re going with you,” replied the Doctor.

“Doctor-!” protested Gordon.

“My dad was a sexist man, I’ll freely admit, Commissioner Gordon,” interrupted William, “but he taught me to defer to the experts on matters I don’t understand. The fact remains that the Doctor is the expert on Krynoids here, and facts don’t exactly require belief to be true. We’re going.”

The pod was in a makeshift laboratory with Poison Ivy and other scientists working. It was made from plants Ivy grew. Two giant rose blossoms the size of a dog and with vines for locomotion stood by. Harley then came into the lab. “Hey, Pam-a-lamb!” she said. “How’s the baby?”

“I managed to establish contact with it,” replied Ivy. “There’s definitely an intelligence in that thing.”

“Shame it don’t talk, unlike Charlotte and Adelaide over there.” Harley gestured to the giant roses.

“Mistress Ivy,” said one of the giant roses through petals forming a mouth in the center, a butter-yellow one named Charlotte, “are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I have to side with my sister here,” said the other rose, a white one named Adelaide. “I can feel that thing’s intelligence and-!”

“It will come around to our way of thinking,” soothed Ivy as she stroked the two roses like one does with a cat. Another giant rose then arrived, this one being a pink one. “Dorothy?” asked Ivy. “What is it?”

“It’s Batman, Mistress!” explained the new rose. “He, Robin, and two strangers just strolled in as if they own the place!”

“What?!” snarled Ivy. “He’s never been this bold! Sound the alarm!”

“We’re REALLY doing this?” Robin asked the Doctor.

“Just act like you own the place,” replied the Doctor. “Nothing gets you to the head of the operation faster. Then be an absolute madlad when it comes to identification.” That was when women and plants surrounded them. “Aha! Now watch this!” One of the women then approached the group. “All right, I suppose you want to see my identification,” the Doctor said to the woman. “Well, I haven’t got it.” The woman opened her mouth to speak. “Nor am I telling you my name!” interjected the Doctor. “Now you just tell Poison Ivy that my friends and I want to speak to her about the Krynoid seed pod she stole!” The woman blinked in surprise. “…Well, don’t just stand there arguing with me, woman!” The woman then picked up a phone.

“She called the seed pod by name?” asked Ivy.

“That’s right, ma’am,” confirmed the woman over the line.

“I thought only you figured out the plant’s name, Red,” said Harley.

“I rather think this woman may have met Krynoids before,” mused Ivy. “Meaning she’s not as human as she seems. …Send her and her group to me.”

The Doctor and her group were escorted to Ivy’s makeshift throne room. Several plants made a chair for Ivy and Harley to sit in. “A green Queen, hm?” asked the Doctor.

“A rather flippant title,” replied Ivy as she rose from the throne, “but not without foundation, Miss…?”

“Oh, I’m known as the Doctor. And this is my associate, Dr. William Davies.”

“A pleasure,” muttered William.

“Oh! And this is Bat-.”

“Yes, thank you,” interrupted Ivy. “Harley and I are quite well acquainted with Batman and the vigilantes that work under him. You, Doctor, are more of a mystery to me. How do you know about the Krynoid?”

“Oh, I used to be president of the Galactic Floral Society,” replied the Doctor. “Researchers looking to study the Krynoid found the topic a rather difficult one.”

“They keep going missing, hm?” guessed Ivy.

“…You draw the correct conclusions and are still blind to the dangers,” remarked the Doctor. “That thing is endemic…no, LETHAL to Earth!”

“You speak as though animals are a necessary part of Earth,” remarked Ivy. “There’s only one animal that I would see protected, and that’s Harley.”

“Dr. Isley, please listen!” urged Robin. “Batman and I have seen that thing in action! It converted one of my students into a Krynoid! That thing nearly killed us!”

“And animals like you and me ARE necessary to the world,” argued the Doctor.

“They’re parasites and I have shed that parasitic self!” snapped Ivy.

“You know, I do have to ask,” said Harley, “will I still be an animal?”

“Ooh, the girlfriend angle! That’s right! She’d-!”

“Not as long as I’m around. …However, Harley, if you DO want to shed your animal self, I can arrange for your…evolution. Through the methods that evolved me, not through the Krynoid.”

“That’s all I need to know, babe!” giggled Harley.

“…You know, Doctor, the scientist in me can’t help but try and observe the process,” mused Ivy. Vines then restrained the group. “Let’s see…no, not the Doctor. …Not Batman. …Dr. Davies, on the other hand…”

“Fat chance!” replied William. The vines restraining the Doctor, Batman, and Robin then yanked them away from William. Ivy then released her pheromones.

“Are you sure you don’t want to evolve?” asked Ivy. “For me, handsome?”

“…Like I said, fat chance!” retorted William. “And your perfume, a very lovely scent, I might add, won’t work!”

“Oh, for-! Batman, did you immunize him?!” complained Ivy.

“I wasn’t going to take any chances!” replied Batman.

“Let him go and let us destroy that pod!” demanded the Doctor.

“No on both counts, Doctor. I WILL cultivate the Krynoid!” Ivy snapped her fingers. William’s vine dragged him underground as Ivy and Harley sat in the chair, following William.

“Ivy! IVY!” shouted the Doctor.

“Father, please tell me you have a defoliant!” said Robin.

“I have vinegar,” replied Batman.

“A biodegradable one,” remarked the Doctor. “Where?”

“Third belt compartment from the hip,” answered Batman.

The vine and chair surfaced and deposited their passengers into the lab where the seed pod rested. One of the botanists arrived. “Dr. Isley!” she said. “It’s the pod! It’s gotten bigger!”

“I thought I felt a surge of vitality somewhere,” purred Ivy. “Now, William, are you sure you won’t help little ol’ me?”

“Save your helpless Southern damsel act, you weed in Mother Nature’s Garden!” snapped William. “You can’t make me!”

“What an uncooperative man,” replied Ivy, bristling at being called a weed. “I am the very avatar of Mother Nature herself! …All right, if you won’t help me willingly…” vines then yanked William over to the table where the seed pod was and pinned his arm to it! “You’ll help me like so!”

“Ooh, this is gonna be fun!” giggled Harley.

“Not for me, you crazy!” protested William.

“I don’t know, I think this little experiment will-!” Ivy then clutched her head in pain.

“RED!” yelped Harley.

“…B-Batman’s escaped!” growled Ivy. She turned to her roses. “Get them! They must not reach this area!” The pod then twitched, as if it were gonna open! “Perfect! Ophelia, get some clamps!” she ordered the botanist.

“No, no!” gulped Ophelia. “This is inhuman!”

“I don’t care!” replied Ivy. “I want to see what happens when the Krynoid touches human flesh!”

The Doctor, Batman, and Robin had to fight their way through Ivy’s forces. “You’d hit a lady?!” protested a guard woman.

“Man, woman, irrelevant when the person’s a criminal,” replied Batman as he fought her. The Doctor had to fight another guard woman.

“I’ve heard of flower power,” she remarked, “but this is ridiculous.”

“What about girl power?!” argued the woman.

“Batman’s comments are still relevant here.” The Doctor jabbed her pointer and ring finger into the woman’s collarbone, paralyzing her for a moment before dashing off to find a lighter and an aerosol can. “…Well, when in America,” she muttered. She flicked the lighter open and sprayed the contents of the can. As expected, a jet of flame erupted and burned the plants blocking access to Poison Ivy’s lab. The sudden noise and heat caused Ivy to look behind her and lose her concentration on the vines restraining William. Willaim seized his opportunity and ran to the Doctor, knocking the table over.

“…What will you do now, Doctor?” asked Ivy.

“Win as usual,” replied the Doctor. She and her group then ran.

“FLOWER GUARD! STOP THOSE-!”

“AAAHHH!” screamed Ophelia. “M-MY LEG! MY LEG!” The pod had burst open and a shoot latched onto her leg, fusing itself to her skin!

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Gotham’s Growth: Part 2

“So how do we cure him, Doctor?” asked William.

“Therein lies the problem,” replied the Doctor. “No cure exists. We’d have to design a cure that destroys the plant cells and reconstitutes the animal cells. A blood sample won’t cut it, we’d need uninfected flesh.”

“…I think Damian might have accidentally provided that,” remarked Bruce.

“How’s that?” asked the Doctor.

“Well, during Ezar’s attempt, Damian cut off his finger before he woke up the pod. We’ve kept it in cold storage.”

“That may very well work, provided there’s no damage to the cells,” said the Doctor.

“There’s plenty of insulation, there won’t be any ice damage,” said Alfred. “Master Bruce’s paranoia ensured that.”

“Vigilance, not paranoia,” argued Bruce.

“We’ll discuss that later,” said William. “Doctor, do you even have anything that might help in that regard?”

“In the TARDIS laboratory, yes,” said the Doctor. “Speaking of which, where’s that box I told you to bring, Bruce?”

“Jason said he, Stephanie, and Dick brought it into the garage,” replied Bruce. “This way.” He led the Doctor and William into the garage and there was the TARDIS.

“Perfect,” said the Doctor. “William, how good of a surgeon are you?”

“I’ll have to be a great one,” replied William.

“Good enough. With me. Bruce, bring the finger and see if you can get a tissue sample from Ezar. We’ll need a control group.”

“Right,” confirmed Bruce. He wasted no time. He briefly opened Ezar’s pod, got the tissue sample, and left. …Unbeknownst to him, Ezar opened an eye…or was it Ezar anymore?

The Doctor led William to the TARDIS laboratory once Bruce and Alfred came in with the tissue sample and finger. “My god!” breathed Alfred.

“We can gawk at how the TARDIS breaks our understanding of the laws of geometry six ways to Sunday later,” replied William, going full doctor mode.

“Yes, priorities, good man,” said the Doctor. “This way.” She led everyone to a room filled with all sorts of gadgets and chemicals.

“TARDIS lab?” asked William.

“Yes, and it’s here we need to try and find a cure before Ezar is totally consumed and the Krynoid breaks out.”

“Doctor, you said you just came from 2025, why not-?” asked Batman.

“Travel back in time,” interrupted the Doctor as she got machines up and running, “and stop Ezar from getting infected? Well, several laws of time prevent me from messing with established history for a start and those laws spawn from the simple fact that doing that is the messiest of quick fixes that just create paradoxes out across time and space.”

“It’s that much of a minefield?” asked William as he brought out various chemicals and drugs.

“Minefield doesn’t begin to describe the nature of time,” replied the Doctor as she got cell samples ready. “The point is that we must tread very…very carefully.”

A young boy with Arabic features walked by the medical ward and looked at the door. Mentally, he was kicking himself. He trained Ezar during his time in the League of Assassins, he clearly failed as a teacher. As he berated himself, he heard some sort of noise. …It almost sounded like breathing, but it was too rattly for human breathing and it was coming…from the medical ward! “Ezar?!” asked the boy. He opened the door and a monster stood in the door! It was made of plant material and had tendrils where the hands should be. The boy briefly saw the remains of the pod Ezar was in before the creature wrapped its tendrils around his neck. The boy broke out of the creature’s grip and ran to the TARDIS.

Inside the lab, the Doctor and William worked tirelessly to try and develop a cure. “Still negative results,” remarked William.

“Let’s try a combination of-!”

“FATHER! ALFRED!” came a voice. Bruce and Alfred looked up.

“Damian?!” asked Bruce.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” William muttered to the Doctor.

“Come on,” said the Doctor. “We better go see what he wants.” She led everyone out of the lab.

“So many corridors in such a tiny box!” complained the boy, Damian, as he ran through the TARDIS. “They all look the same! FATHER! ALFRED!”

“YES!” called Bruce as he and his group rounded a corner. “Yes, Damian? What is it?”

“It’s Ezar! He’s fully changed!” explained Damian. “That plant stuff-!” A crashing noise then interrupted him.

“Console room!” whispered the Doctor. “That thing’s broken in!”

The Doctor was correct. The creature formerly known as Ezar was in the console room, steadying itself and reveling in the warmth. It then felt a presence similar to itself, but less mobile. “OI!” came the Doctor’s voice. She and her group entered the console room.

“Oh my god!” gasped William. “That’s a Krynoid?!”

“It’s a grotesque parody of the human form!” said Alfred. The Krynoid then lumbered towards Alfred. Bruce grappled with the mobile plant and kicked it away. The Krynoid stumbled and went down a corridor.

“It’s heading for the TARDIS Conservatory!” said the Doctor. “Quick! We have to lead it to the incinerator!”

“You mean kill him?!” protested Batman.

“Father has a no-kill rule!” argued Damian.

“Laudable in combat against humans, I’m sure,” replied the Doctor as she led the chase, “but that’s not a human being anymore! COME ON, YOU LOT!”

The Krynoid was lost, there were no two ways about it. It needed to find the Conservatory so it could rally its green brethren against the animal scum! The plants must win! But these wretched artificial corridors all looked the same! It was like it was lost in a maze! It then heard a high-pitched whistle! An animal! It turned to see the Doctor. “Ezar, if you’re in there, please listen to me!” No! Ezar is gone! It will consume this animal! The Krynoid clumsily swung its arm, but the Doctor ducked. Damian then appeared and kicked it into a room. Bruce shut the door and the lock engaged. The Doctor typed in a command on the control console outside the door and bright light filled the room. Everyone could see the shadow of the Krynoid thrashing around before falling. The light then died and a message appeared on the console.

“Incineration of contaminant complete,” it read. “Safe temperatures in 30 minutes.”

“…It’s ashes now,” sighed the Doctor.

“…Ezar was my student,” remarked Damian. “This mistake was his, but I failed to properly teach him to pay attention to his surroundings.”

“You did what you could, young man,” replied the Doctor. “But that’s only half the trouble. Mr. Wayne, you said your company had two pods and that Poison Ivy attempted to steal one.”

“That’s right,” remarked Bruce. “The scientists under my employ believe that the pods are grouped in pairs for maximum survival.”

“Your scientists have drawn a frighteningly correct conclusion.”

“So what would this Poison Ivy want with the second pod?” asked William.

“Control over the adult plant, I would believe,” replied Alfred. “She’s become plant-like and can control plants.”

“The Krynoid would be a magnificent weapon in her arsenal,” agreed Bruce.

“If she wins the mental battle,” remarked the Doctor darkly.

“I think it best I tell my employees,” said Bruce, “that the USDA deems that pod to be an invasive species that must be destroyed before it spreads.”

“Do you have herbicides?” asked the Doctor.

“We can whip one up or just toss it into our incinerator,” replied Bruce.

“Good man.”

“But Mr. Wayne, our research isn’t conclusive!” protested the head botanist of Wayne Enterprises as Bruce spoke to her. “…There’s no way the USDA can draw that kind of-! …Oh, all right. We’ll destroy the pod at once. …Goodbye.” She hung up.

“Did I hear that right, Dr. Channing?!” protested a botanist under her employ as he stood up. “We have to destroy that pod?!”

“The USDA thinks it’s an invasive species,” replied Dr. Channing. “Mr. Wayne’s ordered us to destroy it before it spreads seeds that would destroy the Eastern Seaboard within decades.”

“He doesn’t like any member of the current administration!”

“Nevertheless, our orders stand. We can’t waste time making an herbicide from scratch.” Dr. Channing turned to two other botanists. “You two, get the incinerator fired up.”

“Gee, Ms. C,” remarked one of the botanists, “if you’re sure.”

“…Ms. C?” asked Dr. Channing. “Dr. Kasey?”

“No, Dr. Quinzel!” replied the botanist as she threw off her lab coat to reveal Harley Quinn! She turned to her friend. “I’ll hold them off, Red!”

“Good luck, Babe,” replied the other botanist as she threw her coat off to reveal Poison Ivy!

“HEY!” shouted Dr. Channing. She grabbed Ivy as her coworker went after Harley. Ivy then kissed Channing and a pink mist surrounded the two. Channing relaxed and released Ivy.

“Now, sweetheart,” cooed Ivy, “where’s the pod?”

“…Over in…that room…Mistress,” sighed Channing happily as she pointed out a room. It was locked with a steel door. Ivy snapped her fingers and vines grew from the ground, tearing the door off its hinges. On the other side of the door was a walk-in freezer. The seed pod was covered in ice thanks to the temperatures. Ivy commanded a vine to grow, grab the pod, and bring it to her. The pod, still frozen, was placed in Ivy’s hands just as the sound of sirens filled the air. Ivy smirked with satisfaction.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Gotham’s Growth: Part 1

It was a dark, gloomy night in the city. People were scurrying back to their homes, trying to get away from the criminals that infested the city. A woman was trying to get home and made the rookie error of going down an alley. Three muggers then jumped out of the shadows. “Eep!” yelped the woman.

“All right, lady!” said the lead mugger. “Give us your purse and no one gets hurt!”

“You COULD resist,” chuckled a second lustfully.

“Keep your mind on business!” snapped the lead mugger. “We’ll play with her later!”

“No! Please! You can’t!” begged the woman.

“Oh, can’t we?” chuckled the last mugger. He was about to say something when a strange noise filled the air. They looked around to see the TARDIS fade into view. “What the?!” asked the third mugger. William stepped out of the TARDIS followed by the Doctor. His face contorted into one of disgust.

“Ugh! That’s an alley smell!” he gagged. “I thought you said we were going to New New York!”

“Well, I guess I put in the wrong coordinates,” muttered the Doctor. She then saw the muggers. “…I see we’re still in 21st century America. Eastern Seaboard City?”

“A whole selection!” chuckled the second mugger. “Always wanted to play with a man as well!”

“Oh, yuck! My cousin and his husband would tear you apart for setting back their work like that!” complained William.

“Yeah, well, you won’t be telling him anything!” snapped the lead mugger. “Not unless you hand over all your money!”

“And if we don’t, what will you do?” asked the Doctor, pretty sure of the answer already.

“Then we’re gonna have to cut that pretty face of yours! And hers!” The third mugger held his knife to the woman’s throat.

“…All right, come on, try and cut my face,” challenged the Doctor. She wasn’t gonna do that 60’s sitcom woman routine, not after trying it in Latveria. The lead mugger and his lustful friend rushed at the Doctor and William while the third kept the poor woman as his hostage. The Doctor dodged the lead mugger’s knife attacks, then jabbed her pointer and middle fingers into his shoulder. His knife arm then went limp as his hand involuntarily opened, releasing the knife.

“What the f-?!” The Doctor then vaulted him over her head into the second mugger. The second mugger’s lustful face fell as he grabbed a pipe. He swung and the Doctor moved behind him. The Doctor then chopped her hand into the back of his neck, knocking him out.

“NOT ONE STEP!” warned the last mugger as he pressed the blade of his knife closer to the lady’s neck.

“No! Please!” begged the woman. That was when something fell from the rooftops and released smoke.

“WHAT THE F-?!” yelped the mugger. Something wrapped around his arm and yanked him up the fire escape. He looked around.

“I thought you said mugging was for sissies,” rasped a voice. The mugger peed his pants as he looked up to see a man looming over him. The man wore a black suit, a black cape, a cowl with pointy ears, and a bat symbol on his chest.

“B-B-B-B…BATMAN!” he screamed. “NO! PLEASE! I AIN’T GOT A CHOICE! MY PARENTS-!”

“The Wayne Foundation is taking care of their medical bills,” rasped Batman. “You, on the other hand, need to check into the charities listed under the Wayne Foundation…after you and your friends serve your time.” He knocked out the mugger, then jumped into the alley, checking on the woman. William was tending to the muggers’ injuries while they were unconscious.

“Batman,” sighed the woman happily, “I don’t know where you came from, but I’m really grateful!”

“What were you doing in this alley in the first place?” asked Batman.

“I was trying to get home,” explained the woman. “I’m from Metropolis and I thought the alleys would get me there faster.”

“Not in Gotham. What’s your address?”

“224 27th street, apartment 22.”

“Good apartments under a good landlord,” said Batman. “The quickest way to 27th street is to go down this street all the way to where it intersects with General Boulevard. After that, head three blocks down and turn right on 27th street.”

“Thank you, Batman!” said the woman as she dashed past the Doctor and William. “And thanks, you two!” she said once she turned down the street.

“Batman?” asked William. “So we’re in Gotham?”

“Late 2020’s, if I’m smelling the air right,” remarked the Doctor.

“Are you time-travelers?” asked Batman.

“…Well, I am, but I don’t know if I successfully took Dr. Davies here to a new time,” replied the Doctor.

“Well, this is 2027.”

“And I came from 2025,” remarked William. “Well, you were right, Doctor. You CAN travel in time. …I just expected flying cars.”

“Not yet,” said the Doctor. “Well, Batman, I’m the Doctor, and this is my friend, Dr. William Davies.”

“Are you both medically trained?” asked Batman.

“I have a medical degree, yes,” replied William.

“I have a few other degrees as well as a medical one,” said the Doctor. “Though not from this planet and time.

“You better come with me then,” said Batman.

“…You’re very accepting of my claims,” remarked the Doctor.

“My best friend is Superman. Perhaps you’ve heard of his old world?”

“Krypton? Yes, I have.”

“I guess being friends with aliens DOES change a human’s perspective, Doctor,” said William.

“Oh, being friends with humans changes the perspective of non-humans, I assure you,” said the Doctor. “Batman, is there a way you can have my box over there taken with you?”

“…I’ll have it dropped off in the Batcave,” replied Batman. He made a few calls, then pressed buttons on his gauntlet. A black, bat-themed, tank-like car then arrived.

“The Batmobile!” whispered William. Batman opened the Batmobile, letting the Doctor and William enter first before he took the wheel. The Batmobile then sped off.

The Batmobile entered a cave inside a hill a stately manor sat on. “…That’s Wayne Manor,” remarked William. “…You’re not-?”

“Billionaire Bruce Wayne,” replied Batman as he took off his cowl to reveal a man with neatly trimmed black hair.

“…So you beat up poor people-?”

“I do not just beat up poor people,” replied Bruce Wayne. “I make sure they get the resources needed to escape their lives of desperation thanks to the charities under the Wayne Foundation umbrella.” The Batmobile then stopped on a landing bay. A butler then arrived, looking panicked.

“Master Bruce, I-!” The butler spotted the Doctor and William. “…I…do apologize, I was unaware we were having guests.”

“They say they’re doctors, Alfred,” replied Bruce. “They might help the poor man in the medical ward. What’s wrong?”

“It’s our patient! The infection is spreading!”

“Let me see,” directed the Doctor.

“This way,” said Alred as he led everyone to the medical ward. Inside was a capsule big enough for a human to rest in. The Doctor’s eyes widened in horror as she saw the man’s face! It looked like it was covered in foliage!

“No!” she whispered. “…Bruce Wayne, where did you find the pod?!”

“You’ve seen this before?” asked Bruce.

“Twice. Both times caused catastrophic endings for the patient. Pod! NOW!” Bruce wasted no time in showing the Doctor the opened remains of a large seed pod. There was a specific juncture where something snapped off. “…Where?” asked the Doctor. “Where did it come from?”

“From a caper with Poison Ivy,” replied Bruce, “an eco-terrorist that’s become plant-like and with control over plants.”

“How did she know about this?” asked the Doctor.

“Wayne-tech’s bio-science division found two of them a year ago. We’ve kept them in the freezer and moved them to different sites. Poison Ivy intercepted one move and tried to steal the pod last night, but Robin and I secured it and took it here. Then a student of Robin’s, Ezar, he infiltrated the Batcave and tried to kill Damian, destroying the freezer pod and giving the seed pod enough time to germinate and open. The shoot then grabbed Ezar’s face and fused with him. Damian tried destroying the shoot, but it proved to be too strong for his sword. Now we’ve been keeping Ezar here to try and cure him.”

“I’ll do what I can,” said the Doctor, “but I can’t say I like his chances now. Let’s see how far along the infection is.” Bruce activated lights for the pod and stepped back when he saw that the whole body was covered in foliage.

“Good grief!” breathed Alfred. “It wasn’t like that this morning!”

“Odd, that stage should have taken an hour,” remarked the Doctor.

“Then the cooling function,” said Batman, “must be doing something right.”

“Doctor, is this all part of that particular plant’s life cycle?” asked William.

“Regrettably, yes,” confirmed the Doctor. “Ezar here is turning into a Krynoid.”

“And what will happen when Ezar reaches the adult Krynoid stage?” William had a distinct feeling it would be nasty for everyone.

“Well, on most planets, animals eat vegetation, yes?” asked the Doctor. “The tables are turned on planets where the Krynoid is established.”

“…You mean a rose garden-?”

“Would spill your blood in an instant.”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Time’s Avenger: Part 4

The Doctor and William were led to a yard within the castle. “Doctor, I HAD hoped to be generous,” said Doom, “given that I only wanted your decision at midnight, but now you leave Loki and I no choice.” William’s head was put on a chopping block as a bald man known as the Executioner raised his axe. “You have three more chances, Doctor.”

“No!” replied the Doctor.

“The TARDIS key!” demanded Doom.

“I said no!” insisted the Doctor.

“You’re on your last chance, Doctor!” warned Loki. “Three! Two!”

“Lord Doom! Lord Loki!” called a guard. “Wakandan soldiers and King T’Challa are at our southern borders!”

“What?!” snapped Doom.

“My brother and his friends!” growled Loki. “They must have contacted Wakanda about our little procuring of the TARDIS!”

“And T’Challa thought it would a good idea to test HIS diplomatic immunity!” snarled Doom. “Well, two can play at that game!” He turned to the Executioner. “The Doctor still has one chance left. Dr. Davies is to stay alive until my return or she resists.”

“And if she still resists after his death, Lord Doom?” asked the Executioner.

“Loot her corpse for the TARDIS key. Loki will identify it if you turn up multiple keys.” Doctor Doom then stormed out of the yard and towards his private jet.

“…Loot her corpse?” Loki muttered to himself. “He IS aware of Time Lords changing their bodies after death?”

“Did you tell him about regeneration?” asked the Doctor.

“…Ah, yes, I forgot about one thing about regeneration…” purred Loki as he leveled his scepter at her. “A second fatal blow during the process kills a Time Lord outright.”

“…I see you’ve done your homework,” muttered the Doctor. “Loki, Thanos would need the Space Stone AND the Time Stone to go back along your history and kill you. Do you know if he has the Space Stone?”

“I can safely say he does not, but if and when he does, I’m not safe…unless I have your TARDIS. It’s practically another universe in there, making the stones useless.”

“So you intend to use it as a prison for Thanos,” said the Doctor.

“Exactly. And since the fall of Gallifrey, your TARDIS is the only one available.”

“The old girl is capable of much more than you realize.”

“…You refer to your ship as a sentient thing?”

“Well, why not?” asked the Doctor. “TARDIS’s were grown and they have their own brains accompanied by all the kit in there.”

“…Grown?” asked Loki.

Doctor Doom arrived at the southern border to see the Wakandan military sitting beyond the border. Doom approached the border and a man dressed in an all-black bodysuit with a panther theme arrived. “King T’Challa,” greeted Doom. “I see you have decided to invade Latveria.

“Oh, this is no invasion, Lord Doom,” replied T’Challa, the Black Panther. “This is a rescue operation as you have knowingly kidnapped a citizen of America.”

“My dear T’Challa, your fellow Avengers seem to have forgotten to tell you that he simply followed me after trying to stop his patient from taking what’s mine.”

“See, that’s the thing, the blue box belongs to the woman they were tending too. Given the nature of the box and its connections with UNIT, I have been authorized to retrieve the box and your prisoners.”

“Authorized? By whom?” scoffed Doom.

“The United Nations, who else?” asked T’Challa. “Here. An official statement from the UN.” He handed Doom a letter. Doom took it and read it. His eyes widened in rage.

“They wouldn’t DARE!” he thundered. “They would turn Latveria into an occupied nation just to retrieve two people and a box?!”

“I was surprised that America was okay with it, but all official evidence points to you kidnapping two non-Latverians and stealing their property. Now, with your permission, I’d like to retrieve them.

“Permission denied!” shouted Doom. “Those two proved to be too dangerous for me to release alive! And if you send your military to my side of the border, I will consider this an act of war and slay you personally! Is that clear?!”

“You can call it what you like,” replied Black Panther, “but we’re not leaving without them!”

“Then it seems we’re at an impasse, T’Challa! I am correct in assuming you don’t want your soldiers to die right now?”

Back at Castle Doom, the Doctor pondered an escape plan. “…Loki,” she said.

“Hm?” asked Loki.

“I thought you were bound with a serpent dripping venom above your eyes,” continued the Doctor.

“Norse myth, Doctor,” replied Loki. “I was freed a while ago.”

“By who?”

“By Thor, who else?”

“Then Sleipnir?”

“…That one is true, sadly.” Loki looked rather embarrassed.

“Oof, I’m sorry to hear that. …Still, you learned what we go through.”

“Oh, yes. If I said pregnancy was easy for a woman, that would be my weakest lie.”

“Oh, come on!” scoffed the Executioner. “It can’t be that hard!”

“All right, Skurge!” replied Loki. “Let’s see how YOU last being a mare giving birth to an eight-legged horse!”

“Oh, please! Like a horse would feel pain in the first place!” William took that as his chance to get closer to the Doctor. As Loki and the Executioner argued, the Doctor and William undid their bonds and made their way to the door.

“Doctor, you tell him-! HEY!” shouted Loki. That was when the Doctor and William dashed back into the castle. Loki then pulled out his comms. “Doom! Come in!”

“Fool!” berated Doom. “Listen to me, Loki! The Doctor is not to return to her TARDIS! I cannot promise a successful second attempt now that this incident has achieved international notice!”

“What do you mean ‘international notice’?!” snapped Loki on the other end.

“I mean that the UN threatened to occupy Latveria if I don’t release our prisoners and the TARDIS!”

“They wouldn’t dare!” yelped a guard.

“You’d better have a decent military, Doom!” threatened Loki. He ended the call. “Come on! After them!”

The Doctor and William searched the upper levels, but there was still no sign of the TARDIS. “Come on, old girl!” said the Doctor. “Where are you?!”

“Doctor, maybe in here?!” called William as he pointed out a door. The Doctor looked through the window.

“…It’s a laboratory in there,” explained the Doctor. “Let’s take a look.” She opened the door and they began their search.

“Hey! Look!” called William happily. In the corner was the TARDIS!

“There you are!” cheered the Doctor as she pulled out her key.

“STAY WHERE YOU ARE!” shouted Loki’s voice as a green ball of energy flew past the Doctor’s head. The guards fired as the Doctor and William took cover.

“How strong do you think this table is?!” asked William.

“We just need it to be long enough for us to get inside the TARDIS!” replied the Doctor. They picked up the table and used it as a makeshift shield, carrying it with them all the way to the TARDIS. The Executioner raised his axe, ready to throw it! The TARDIS’ door then opened.

“IN! NOW!” shouted the Doctor as she pulled William into the TARDIS. The Executioner threw his axe, splintering the table just as the TARDIS doors closed and it faded from existence with the sound of its mighty engines!

“NO!” shouted Loki. The instant the TARDIS fully faded from view, Doom entered the lab. The Executioner looked between Loki and Doom.

“…B-Behold!” he said, trying to salvage the incident. “The site of a glor-!”

“No!” snapped Loki. “…You had one job! Just the one!”

“So our prisoners and prize escaped,” remarked Doom.

“…I think we all can share in that failure, considering we chose incompetent minions, wouldn’t you agree?” asked Loki.

“…I will accept that,” replied Doom.

“All right!” said Tony back in Avengers’ Tower as the Doctor and William regaled the Avengers with how they escaped.

“Doctor, you’re every bit the genius UNIT says you are!” chuckled Natasha, now in civilian clothes.

“In retrospect, it was kind of easy to get away from them,” remarked William. “Two power-mad dictators with minions less intelligent than them.”

“I could have come up with the plan sooner,” admitted the Doctor, “but panic DID set in at the wrong time.”

“Speaking of time,” said Tony, “Nick Fury called. He wants to add you to SHIELD’s staff as a scientific advisor. He’s got an interview set up.”

“Really?” asked the Doctor. “When?”

“The 15th, I think,” replied Tony.

“15th, 15th,” muttered the Doctor. “…No. Impossible. I’m still fully loaded with UNIT work for the next 200 years and I have other duties spaced between them, but any time after that.”

“So, you won’t be able to see Nick for a while,” remarked Steve. “We’ll just tell them you’re rather busy with other work then.”

“Yes, well, speaking of other work…” mused the Doctor.

In the commons room, William sat in a chair next to the TARDIS, contemplating the Doctor’s offer. The Doctor arrived. “…Well?” she asked.

“…You could have picked Iron Man,” replied William. “You could have picked the Hulk. You could have picked Captain America! Hell, you could have picked Director Fury! Why me?!”

“Because celebrities like the Avengers are a dime a dozen,” replied the Doctor. “But people like you, people who remember the important stuff, people that can do well under pressure when the chips are down…people like you are the shining examples of the ordinary folk of the universe. …So, what do you say? A trip to the Eye of Orion? Coffee on Florana? Seeing the Seven Constellations of Pol-tosh? Or, perhaps, staying local, seeing Dr. Martin Luther King’s famous I have a Dream speech in person? Seeing the construction of the pyramids? Or perhaps seeing when you humans grow up and become a vast interstellar superpower?” William looked up, then smiled as he stood up.

“You’re the pilot and guide here,” he replied. “You pick my first adventure in that awesome TARDIS of yours!” The Doctor smiled warmly as she opened the door to the TARDIS. She and William went inside, the doors shut, and the TARDIS activated its ancient engines with a mighty “Vworp! Vworp!” as it faded out of existence just as Clint Barton entered the room.

“Hey, any chance-?!” he called before seeing the last vestiges of the TARDIS fade away. “…No chance then. Dammit!” Clint then headed to the bar to get a drink.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Time’s Avenger: Part 3

The Doctor, William, and the Avengers dashed into the commons room as Doctor Doom put the last device on the TARDIS. “Victor Von Doom, you need to-!”

“Loki addressed you as a Time Lord during our planning stage, Doctor,” interrupted Doom, “so address Doom with the proper respect.” He pulled out a comms unit. “Loki, TARDIS is secured.”

“Excellent,” replied a smooth voice. “Standby.” Doom held onto one of the devices as they started beeping.

“OH NO, YOU DON’T!” shouted the Doctor as she grabbed another one.

“DOCTOR!” yelped William as he grabbed a third. The TARDIS, devices, and passengers then vanished.

The people and hijacked TARDIS reappeared in a gothic castle with dark-green decorating the walls. The Doctor steadied herself as William went somewhere to be sick in. “Oogh!” groaned the Doctor. “Stomach feels like it ate a bowl of pears!”

“I was anticipating only you chasing after your TARDIS, Doctor,” remarked Doom. “It seems I will have to have guest quarters arranged for your friend. Servants.” Two servants appeared. “Tend to the needs of the Doctor and her friend.” With a swish of his cloak, Doom stormed out.

“Erm, please…” said one servant in a thick Eastern European accent, borderline German. “You two come.”

“There’s no need to stumble with English,” assured the Doctor. The servants visibly relaxed.

“You speak Latverian as well as a native,” praised the second servant.

“No, you two just spoke English,” replied William.

“Wrong on both counts,” interjected the Doctor. “The TARDIS is translating. Any language, any point in history.”

“So you’re hearing us speak your native language?” asked the first servant as he cleaned up William’s sick evidence.

“Well, sort of,” replied the Doctor. “Anyways, your master said there’s rooms for us?”

“This way,” said the second servant as she and her partner led the way.

“They’re definitely in Latveria,” said Iron Man after he traced the teleport.

“Then, by my father’s beard, let us retrieve them!” insisted Thor.

“Not that simple,” replied Captain America. “Doom’s left us a message saying that if we enter Latveria, he’ll view it as America declaring war on us and respond in kind.”

“What else have we got?” asked Hulk.

“What about Black Panther?” quizzed Hawkeye. “He might have some insight.”

“Wakanda isn’t exactly friendly with Latveria,” agreed Black Widow. “But he needs a good enough reason.”

“We’ll have to tell him about the Doctor and her time machine,” said Iron Man.

“Agreed,” replied Captain America. “He’ll want to protect Wakanda’s history.”

After being given their rooms, the Doctor and William were taken to the dining hall where Doom was sitting with a man in green and gold. The meal looked and smelled amazing. “I see you eat well,” remarked the Doctor.

“My chef sets a superb table,” replied Doom. “He dares not do otherwise; he holds himself in too high a regard to make a mistake.”

“No threats of killing him if he fails?”

“Such threats are unnecessary.” The Doctor and William were seated as the green and gold man smirked.

“Y-You’re…you’re Loki!” gulped William.

“Loki Laufeyson?” asked the Doctor.

“You’ve heard of me then, Doctor,” replied Loki. “Good. And I’ve heard much about you. Indeed, I AM Loki of Asgard…and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”

“You say that as if you expect a round of applause,” remarked the Doctor as she sipped her drink.

“Have a care, Doctor,” warned Doom. “I did not bring you to my castle to play the clown.”

“Oh?” asked the Doctor.

“Indeed. It is here that Doom rules and entertains his guests, especially distinguished guests like Loki.” Doom gestured to Loki as the Frost Giant ate.

“Well, I apologize for my levity,” replied the Doctor. “Not to mention my curiosity.”

“What troubles your mind, Doctor?” asked Loki.

“Well, what a Frost Giant son of Asgard is doing in a Midgard country, for a start,” answered the Doctor. She then bit down on an apple.

“Oh, I have my reasons,” replied Loki.

“Would those reasons have anything to do with Thanos possessing the Time Stone? Not wanting to take your chances of the Mad Titan snapping your neck at birth?”

“You mock a guest of Doom, Doctor!” growled Doom. “Do not doubt that I AM capable of making your stay unpleasant, not only for yourself, but Dr. Davies too.”

“Lord Doom, I appreciate the thought, but there’s no need to get angry on my behalf,” soothed Loki. “She IS correct in that we both want an advantage over the Mad Titan.”

“…I fail to see how you two can work together,” remarked William.

“What, pray tell, do you mean?” asked Loki.

“You’re both power-hungry and won’t suffer anyone above you. One of you is going to stab the other in the back at some point.”

“You’ve done your homework, Dr. Davies,” said Doom. “While we will work together to puzzle out the TARDIS, only one of us will possess it. You, Doctor, being the owner of the TARDIS-.”

“You can exclude me from your mad schemes, Doctor Doom!” hissed the Doctor.

“You cannot resist, Doctor,” replied Doom. “In these lands, all things obey Doom.”

“With your TARDIS, the power will be absolute,” continued Loki. “We shall command all of space and time.”

“I’ve always found domination a rather unattractive prospect,” remarked the Doctor.

“…Shall I be forced to compel you, Time Lord?” At Loki’s threat, the Doctor stood up.

“The Daleks couldn’t make me, what makes you think a Frost Giant or a petty dictator can make me give access to the TARDIS?”

“The Daleks are nothing like me or Doom.”

“There’s always someone like you, whether it be the Daleks, Sontarans, Thanos-!”

“ENOUGH!” bellowed Doom. “…I trust the meal was to your liking?”

“Oh, very much so,” replied the Doctor.

“Good. Because now we must tend to business as Dr. Davies’ life is now in your hands.”

“Excuse me?!” protested William.

“You heard Doom correctly. Your survival depends on the Doctor’s cooperation.”

“You’re wasting time, Doom!” replied the Doctor.

“Loki and I require the key to the TARDIS.”

“I already told you, no!”

“…You have until midnight to change your mind. Servants!” Two different servants arrived. “Bring the Doctor and her companion to their quarters and clear away the table. My compliments to the chef as per usual.”

“Pass along mine as well,” said the Doctor. The servants bowed and obeyed.

The Doctor examined her room. It was tasteful, but still a cell. She patted her pockets. “…No sonic,” she muttered. “Must have left that in the TARDIS. …Right, better do it the old-fashioned way.” She checked the small vanity and found a pair of hair sticks. “…For all your smarts, Doom, you fell to the stereotype of the perceived inherent vanity of women.” She took the hair sticks and started picking the lock. …It turned out to be a bit more technological than she thought as it shocked her through the hair sticks. “OW!” she yelped as she pulled her hands back. “…Then again, Doom, perhaps you ARE smarter than that. …But are your guards?” She learned quickly that she hated such an act, but… “EEK! GUARD! HELP!” She stood on the chair by the mirror, clutching her skirt. A guard then burst in.

“What is it?!” asked the guard.

“A mouse!” she said. “Under the bed!” The guard turned to his companion outside the cell and nodded his head. The two guards then began checking the bed as the Doctor stepped down.

“I don’t see any-!”

“AI-CHAVEETCH!” shouted the Doctor as she pressed her thumb into the man’s right-side ribs, causing him to collapse. The other guard picked up on the escape attempt and wrapped his arms around her from behind. The Doctor stamped her foot onto the guard’s, causing him to cry out and let go, then she maneuvered herself behind him and used the man’s collapsing against him by using a knife-hand strike on his neck, knocking him out. She then took their keys. “Venusian Martial Arts, gentlemen,” she said. “I do hope I didn’t hurt you too much.” She then left the cell through the open door.

William sat in his cell, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He had to admit, this was NOT how he intended his day to go. First being called by the Avengers about a mystery patient, then discovering that said patient was a mad woman alien that allegedly travels through time and space in a blue box, now he’s a prisoner in Doctor Doom’s country. He just wanted to get to Dartmouth and get that Epic nonsense out of the way. As he was about to rant to himself, he heard somebody going “pst!”. He looked around and saw the Doctor’s face through the door’s window. “Doc-!” he said.

“SHH!” hissed the Doctor. “I’ve got the keys! Come on! To the TARDIS!” she whispered as she opened the door.

“Doctor, you’re a lifesaver!” whispered William.

“I don’t think of myself as that particular kind of candy,” joked the Doctor. “Come on!” She and William rounded a corner…and found themselves in front of Doom, Loki, and several guards.

“…Stefan, you were right,” remarked Doom. “The Doctor DID go to rescue William. You have corrected your mistake admirably.”

“Thank you, Lord Doom,” replied the man the Doctor knocked out with her thumb.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Time’s Avenger: Part 2

The Avengers all raced out to meet Doctor Doom. “All right, Doomsie,” said Iron Man, “you wanna start talking before we start beating?”

“How very droll, Stark,” replied Doctor Doom. “I am not here for conquest, but for asylum.”

“Asylum,” remarked Steve in his patriotic outfit of Captain America, his shield ready for action. “You, Doctor Doom, are requesting asylum. From what?”

“From a madman Thor is familiar with,” answered Doom. “I believe Odin adopted him, Thor?”

“Loki?” asked Thor. “What did you do to anger my brother?”

“I will explain once I am safe inside your tower,” replied Doom. “Now hurry! He’s sure to track me out in the open!”

Inside the tower, the Doctor snuck out of bed, still carrying her shoes. She managed to get back to her box in the commons room. She tried the door. “…Oh, come on, dear!” she complained. “Now’s not the time! …Oh well, always check the shoes, I always say.” She shook her shoes and heard something in them. She turned them upside down and a strange key on a chain then fell out of the right shoe. “Aha! Always lead with the right!” she chuckled.

“Just a moment!” called William as he entered the commons room. “What are you doing?”

“…Just popping into my box,” replied the Doctor.

“In your state? No, you’re going back to bed,” directed William.

“What do you mean, in my state?!” protested the Doctor. “I’m well and good!”

“Your hearts are beating a little fast.”

“Aha! You know I have two hearts! Conclusion?”

“…Okay, yes, you ARE an alien to me, but-.”

“Exactly. So you don’t actually know what is or isn’t healthy for me.”

“Look, Doctor, you’re not fit-!” insisted William.

“And I say I am!” retorted the Doctor.

“Good grief, I heard doctors made for terrible patients, but you, madam, take the whole cake!” groaned William. “Now, kindly get back in bed and rest! Doctor’s orders!” The Doctor was about to protest further when she saw the Avengers bring Doctor Doom past the commons room.

“…Hold that thought,” she said. She dashed out of the room and followed the Avengers.

“No! That’s where their-! Ugh! And I thought Spider-Man was difficult to treat!” complained William as he followed the Doctor.

Doctor Doom was placed in a cell and watched by the purple wearing archer, Hawkeye. “…Your eyes are shut, Barton,” scoffed Doom.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t act in time, Doomsie,” remarked Hawkeye. He then looked up when he heard someone approaching. He saw that it was the Doctor and William. “Hey, Doc-,” he called.

“Kindly refrain from calling me ‘Doc’,” remarked the Doctor.

“Wait, what?” asked Hawkeye.

“Er, Doctor,” said William, “I think Hawkeye was talking about me.”

“Doctor who?” demanded Doom.

“Just the Doctor,” replied the Doctor. “This is Dr….”

“Dr. William Davies,” said William.

“Yes, my new friend, Dr. William Davies. Oh, and this is Clint Barton, better known as-!” continued the Doctor.

“Hawkeye, yes,” dismissed Doom. “We’re both well-acquainted. …Are you that same Doctor that collaborates with that ridiculous UNIT?”

“Still their scientific advisor, I’ll have you know,” replied the Doctor.

“And you still have that…TARDIS?” The instant Doom asked that question, the Doctor became more guarded.

“…What would the Emperor of Latveria want with my TARDIS?”

“It is not what Doom wants with it, but what the son of Laufey wants.”

“So, what, you’re here to warn us that Loki’s planning something with something belonging to the Doctor?” asked Hawkeye.

“A crude, but not inaccurate summation of what I said,” replied Doom.

“Why would he need the TARDIS?” asked the Doctor. “He could just find one of those Infinity Thingamabobs.”

“Because, as it stands, Thanos is once again in possession of the Time Stone.”

“He’s restarting his quest to find the Infinity Stones?” scoffed Hawkeye.

“This TARDIS of yours, Doctor,” continued Doom, “can bring you anywhere at any point in time. Loki would rather not risk wrestling the Space and Time stones from Thanos’ gauntlet.”

“Well, the TARDIS is off limits,” remarked the Doctor. “Besides, I have the key.”

“Wait a minute, that tiny box?” asked William. “That’s your home?”

“Yes, it’s my home,” replied the Doctor. “Thor can tell you how that’s possible. …Although, Asgardians never really bothered learning the dimensional engineering needed to make a TARDIS.”

“I gotta see that for myself,” said William.

“Well, let’s get back there, then.” The Doctor headed back to the commons room with William following, protesting that she needed to be back in bed.

“…You follow any of that?” Hawkeye asked Doom.

“I do believe the Doctor thinks she’s found the best of humanity,” replied Doom. “…I fail to see why she believes Dr. Davies to be that person.”

The Doctor and William arrived back in the commons room. The Doctor retrieved her key from the shoe she dropped and put it into the lock on the box’s door. “Doctor, I must insist for the last time to-!” The Doctor opened the door and went inside.

“Oh, you’ve redecorated!” she said. “Going back to the classics, hm? I really like it!” William rolled his eyes and entered the box…and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Good lord!” he said. He then dashed outside and went around the box, then went back inside. “…This is what Thor meant?! It’s…It’s bigger on the inside?!”

“Infinity contained within a small, blue box!” replied the Doctor. “Welcome, Dr. William Davies, to the TARDIS! Time and Relative Dimensions in Space!”

“…So this thing really CAN take us back in time?” asked William.

“Or forward or, in special cases, sideways!”

“…I SO want to see it all!”

“Perhaps, after this mess with Doom and Loki,” said the Doctor, “you can come with me?”

“You’re serious?”

“As a hearts attack!” replied the Doctor with a grin. “But first…some clothes.” She dashed off into a room. Several articles of clothing flew out. “…Oh, Rassilon, why couldn’t you have made a bra?! …Then again, it would be named the Bra of Rassilon, then we’d need the Stockings of Rassilon, the Garter of Rassilon…might as well open the whole Lingerie Store of Rassilon.” The Doctor then stepped out in what looked like something Queen Elizabeth I would have worn. “What do you think?”

“…Any mess with the Avengers WILL involve running,” replied William. “As beautiful as that dress is…I don’t think you can run in that.”

“…My life DOES involve a lot of running,” conceded the Doctor. “But I WILL be wearing a skirt.” She went back in and wore something that looked like a tutu with stockings and a bodice. “No? …No. …Of course! Ace!” She dashed back into the wardrobe, then came back out wearing a dark-green pleated skirt that went past her knees, a long sky-blue trench coat, a brown floppy hat, and a white shirt. “How about now?”

“You got enough pockets?” asked William, wanting the fashion show to end.

“Oh yes!” replied the Doctor. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got!”

The Doctor and William joined the Avengers in the conference room. “Erm, question,” said Iron Man, “should Dr. Davies be here?”

“Like it or not,” replied the Doctor, “he’s my friend and friends need to be in the loop as much as possible. Now…are we really keeping the Emperor of Latveria here?”

“Friend Doctor is right,” replied Thor. “Doom is a known villain that has lied for his own gains.”

“He can’t possibly do that much against Loki, can he?” asked the Hulk.

“My main concern,” said the Black Widow, “is what if Doom gets into this TARDIS. I have copies of the Doctor’s UNIT files and it clearly states that her box can go anywhere at any point in time.”

“…I’m going to avoid asking the obvious question of how you got my files,” said the Doctor, “and just make a call to UNIT about this so they can tighten security.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t make deals with them, Doctor. They almost killed me when they found me.” The Doctor rolled her eyes.

“They’re an organization I associate with, but damn if they aren’t trigger-happy,” she said.

“I have to side with Nat here,” remarked Iron Man. “Doom’s got a history.”

“Hang on,” said Hawkeye, “what if we can pit them against each other?”

“Clint?” asked Captain America.

“Well, think about it. They’re both power-hungry. We offer the TARDIS up as bait and-.”

“Out of the question!” snapped the Doctor. “One, that’s my home you’re talking about. Two, the TARDIS is too dangerous to be used as bait for someone like Loki or Doctor Doom.”

“I have to agree,” replied Captain America. “One of them could change history as we know it and I’d rather not wake up to a reality where one of them is the god of the universe.”

“Then what else can we-?” Iron Man was cut off when the alarms sounded. Iron Man pulled up holographic security footage of Doctor Doom attaching something to the sides of the TARDIS.

“…We didn’t consider that they’re collaborating, did we?” Thor asked everyone.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Time’s Avenger: Part 1

It was a nice, calm morning for once in New York City. Inside a famous tower, a man with a goatee and a glowing light in his chest was looking over the numbers of his tech empire. Unlike most tech bros, this guy actually DID invent a lot of the technologies in his empire and gave credit to inventors that weren’t him when other technologies he didn’t think of cropped up. Another man then came in, this one with the most perfect athletic physique and dressing like it was the 1940’s. “Still crunching numbers, Stark?” asked the new man.

“Just looking over the construction of the Rogers Homeless Shelter,” replied the goatee-wearing man, the famous Tony Stark. “How about you? Still running drills, Sarge?”

“Very funny,” replied the new man, Steve Rogers. “By the way, Romanoff wants a word with you about the security system.” Tony looked around, even up to the ceiling.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Where do you think?” asked a woman with a Russian accent. The two men jumped as Tony whirled around to see the red-headed Natasha Romanoff, still in her outfit as the Black Widow.

“Could you NOT do that once in a while?!” panted Tony.

“Have to keep up security,” replied the Black Widow. “By the way, I don’t like the password you installed on the door to my quarters.”

“Oh, so it’s not just me?” asked Steve.

“Nyet, it’s all the Avengers.”

“Tony!” protested Steve.

“Come on! It’s just a little harmless fun!” protested Tony.

“What’s Hulk gonna say when he figures it out?!”

“Oh, come on, he and Banner worked it out. I’m not gonna be flattened.”

“You sure about that?” growled a voice. Steve and Tony yelped as Natasha drew in a breath while her eyes widened. The source of the voice was a big, green, muscular man wearing glasses.

“…B…Banner?” asked Tony.

“I don’t know, I think I’ll indulge the…Purple Spandex Guy, I think you made my new password?!” growled Dr. Bruce Banner, the Hulk, as he took off his glasses and shirt!

“Hold on! It was funny! You gotta admit it was funny!” pleaded Tony. That was when a wind picked up inside the room and a strange noise filled the air.

“…Vworp?” asked the Black Widow, trying to sound out the noise.

“Look!” called Steve as he pointed to something fading into existence. It was a blue box with a light on top that flashed on each Vworp. The noise ended with a thud as more details appeared on the box. It said “Police Public Call Box” on each side of the roof. It had a pair of windows on all sides with a light coming from inside the box. A sign on the left-hand door said “Police Telephone. Free for use of public. Advice and assistance obtainable immediately. Officers and cars respond to urgent calls. Pull to open.” The right-hand sign said “St. John Ambulance”. “I’ve seen one of those things before,” said Steve.

“In Harlem?” asked Tony.

“No, early models of them in London when I was deployed,” explained Steve. “They were meant for the British public to report crimes and for the police to detain a suspect while they called for backup.”

“So how did one end up in this time?” asked Hulk. The door then swung inside the box.

“Okay, if the sign says ‘Pull to open’,” remarked Tony, “shouldn’t the door swing towards us?” Smoke then billowed out of the box and a person fell out. “Oh my god! Get William!” called Tony as he tried to help the person.

The mystery person was in the medical ward of Avengers’ Tower. The visiting doctor, William Davies, was running all sorts of medical tests and the results were…baffling to say the least. The person was a small, brunette woman, but her internal biology made no sense. “…She’s not even matching up with Thor,” remarked William.

“What do you mean?” asked Tony.

“Well, Thor’s biology is similar to ours,” replied William, “but this lady has two hearts, for one thing.”

“Her blood pressure medication must be through the roof,” remarked Tony.

“She also has what I can only describe as pulmonary tubes running parallel to the lymphatic system instead of lungs,” continued William. “And her cells seem to be vibrating with some strange energy.”

“Thor and Hulk are trying to figure out the box,” explained a voice over comms.

“Thanks, Vision,” replied Tony.

“It’s definitely made of wood,” said Dr. Banner. “Maybe it’s wood from Yggdrasil?”

“Can’t be,” replied a man with long, blonde hair and a beard wearing a red cape and holding a hammer. “We’d all know if a piece of Yggdrasil was taken. We’d see rifts in the sky to all nine realms, for one thing.” The man, Thor, placed a hand on the box. “…But there IS a sort of…power, for lack of a better term.”

“This is extraordinary!” breathed William. “Look at this!” A hologram of a DNA strand appeared. Tony arched an eyebrow.

“That’s…a triple helix,” he said.

“69 chromosomes arranged in triads!” said William excitedly. “I know you guys have met aliens before, but this…! To actually study one!” The woman then groaned.

“Maybe we can ask her where she’s from,” suggested Tony. The woman opened her eyes groggily and started crawling out of the bed.

“Hey! Hang on!” protested William. “You’re not fit yet, Miss Alien!”

“Shoes…” mumbled the woman.

“No, no! Not yet!” insisted Tony.

“Need my shoes!” protested the woman. William balked, then went to the storage locker and got the shoes she was wearing.

“You’re not putting them on, are you?” he asked. The woman grabbed the shoes and held them close to her like a child that was told to surrender its teddy bear. “…Well, I can’t claim to know the oddities of my own people, much less an alien.”

Thor couldn’t place why the box felt so…familiar, like he heard stories from his father, Odin. “…What manner of box are you?” he asked. The door then opened.

“Whoa!” yelped Bruce. He then leaned closer to the box. “…You’re smaller than me,” he said to Thor. “You go in.”

“…Suit yourself,” replied Thor. He entered the box, gasped, then stepped out again and circled it.

“What is it?!” asked Bruce.

“…It’s…It’s…bigger on the inside!” breathed Thor.

“What?!” asked Bruce. He poked his head in and gasped. Inside was a huge room! It had circles all over the walls and a hexagonal console with a cylinder in the middle! “…That’s impossible!” whispered Bruce.

“I’ve heard about such machines!” said Thor. “They were used to carry their occupants through time and space! …I thought they all died during the Last Great Time War! …I must speak with the woman!” Thor charged off to the medical ward.

“I tell you,” said William, “I’ve never seen such-!” He heard footsteps enter the ward. “Oh no!”

“Thor, not now!” complained Tony. Thor entered the room.

“Where’s the Time Lord?!” he asked.

“The what?!” asked Tony.

“The Time Lord! The owner of the box!” insisted Thor. Bruce then stepped in.

“Tony, that police box breaks all the laws of geometry!” he said. “It’s bigger on the inside!”

“He speaks the truth! We both saw it!” said Thor excitedly. “That proves she’s a Time Lord from the planet of Gallifrey! We used to be friends with the Gallifreyans!”

“Who’s shouting?” asked the woman. Thor approached her bed.

“Friend Time Lord, I am Thor Odinson of Asgard!” he said.

“…Asgard?” asked the woman. “…You’re…a proper Asgardian? Not one of the Mire?”

“No, I’m not one of those false warriors!” shuddered Thor.

“…Pleasure to meet you, Thor,” said the woman as she sat up. “I’m the Doctor.” Thor’s eyes widened.

“THE Doctor?! The Scourge of Skaro?! The Hero of Time?! The Vanquisher of the Cybermen?!” he asked.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” called Tony. “I think our doctor here needs some rest! You can geek out with her later!”

“Very well, Friend Stark,” said Thor. “But know this, Friend Doctor, when you recover, we shall sing songs of your triumphs worthy of Valhalla!” He then left the ward, singing an Asgardian victory song.

“…So, your people know each other,” said Tony.

“His people KNEW mine,” replied the Doctor. “Let’s just say…we’re a bit…lost.” Tony could see the pain in her eyes.

“…I think I understand,” he said. “Now, you’re Dr….?”

“Oh, just the Doctor, Mr….”

“Stark.” The Doctor’s eyes widened.

“Tony Stark? Iron Man?!” she said. “So I’m in Avengers’ Tower?!”

“Yeah, your box popped up in our commons room,” explained Bruce.

“The Hulk!” said the Doctor. “Oh, this is splendid!” She was about to spring from her bed when the alarms sounded. Bruce checked the security feed and saw an armored man in a green cloak outside the tower.

“It’s Doctor Doom!” he warned. Tony then pressed the call button.

“Avengers, assemble!” he called as gold-colored armor with candy-apple red accents flew in and surrounded Tony, linking with the Arc Reactor in his chest to form the Invincible Iron Man! He and the Hulk dashed out of the medical ward, leaving the Doctor with William.

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Ssylphiel's Kingdom The Year of Ssylphiel

Pleasing Their Mistress

Ssylphiel has many rooms devoted to wild nights of passion. Her favorite is known as the Pillow Pit, the floor being covered in soft pillows that give her and her playmates maximum comfort. Today was a special day for her as not only was it Valentine’s day, but also the birthdays of the first two women to be inducted into the Order of Hissteria. One was a human girl named Shannon, the other was a Catgirl named Beth. “This way, darlings,” cooed Ssylphiel as she brought the two into the Pillow Pit.

“Ooh!” cooed Shannon. “My favorite room!”

“Mine too!” said Beth as her ears twitched.

“You’re sure some funtime with me here is a sufficient present, girls?” asked Ssylphiel. “I can get you something a little more…material.”

“Our families already took care of that, Mistress,” assured Shannon. “We just want some time with you. Besides, we also wanted to spoil you today, given what day it is.”

“Aw, you girls are too kind,” cooed Ssylphiel as her tail gently coiled around Shannon. She easily lifted her into the air.

“Just a sec, Mistress,” said Shannon. “A little something.” She then produced a chocolate truffle and held it near Ssylphiel’s mouth.

“A sweet from one of my sweeties?” purred the naga as she gently touched Shannon’s face. “You little charmer.”

“Anything for my mistress,” replied Shannon. Beth then massaged Ssylphiel’s shoulders.

“Can I be coiled too?” she asked. “Please, Mistress?”

“Now, now,” Ssylphiel gently chided. “Let’s let Shannon have her turn.” Her tongue then took the chocolate from Shannon’s hand as her tail squeezed gently. Shannon moaned in pleasure as Ssylphiel slowly tightened her grip.

“Oooooohhh!” moaned Shannon. “Ooooohhh, s-so good! MMmmph! OooooOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!” That last moan was pure orgasm. Shannon shuddered and then fell limp. Ssylphiel gently set her down on some pillows.

“Now…your turn,” cooed the naga to Beth as her tail coiled around the Catgirl and began squeezing.

“MMMMmmmm!” moaned Beth. “Oooooohhhh! Yeeessss, so strong! D-Dominate me, please! I…I…I…I…nn…nnnnNNYYAAAAAAAA!” Her orgasm-laced yowl echoed throughout the room. Ssylphiel then laid the panting Catgirl next to Shannon, then she coiled the two of them up.

“Good little girls,” she whispered softly. “Willingly surrendering to me, accepting the rewards I give, you girls have made an excellent choice in joining the Order of Hissteria. The Serpentia Kingdom is made that much stronger with you girls. …Now…are you ready?”

“Yes! Please!” panted the two. Ssylphiel then began squeezing. The two harem girls moaned as Ssylphiel tightened her grip. They struggled a bit to heighten their pleasure. Ssylphiel grinned at the play of trying to escape, so she tightened her grip to playfully remind them who their goddess was and that escape from her was impossible! That pushed the girls over the edge. They both cried out as they orgasmed again, the pleasure of which shook their bodies. Ssylphiel then brought the girls to her chest and had them rest their heads on her breasts.

“I do appreciate that you willingly joined,” she said. “Happy birthday and happy Valentine’s day.” She kissed the two on their lips. She didn’t lie when she said her harem girls had joined her willingly. The Order of Hissteria was made so girls could willingly join Ssylphiel, just like her parents’ harems were made. As they rested, Shannon spoke up.

“Mistress,” she said, “did you ever figure out why the Orcs enslave other women?”

“Funny story about that,” remarked Ssylphiel, “turns out I was a victim of propaganda myself. Orcs are an all-male species, that much is true. So they use women of other species to help them reproduce. However, like you girls, their brides genuinely marry them out of love. That was how they created such a vast empire that rivals mine, they assimilate the other cultures into their own. …Oh, listen to me drone on about boring stuff. This is a room of love…and you girls both wanted plenty of it for your birthdays!” Ssylphiel’s hands then moved to their bras. I will not describe what happens, but it WAS passionate and all parties loved it.

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The Pillow Pit

Ssylphiel has many rooms devoted to giving her harem a passionate night. The Pillow Pit here is one of them.