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Alex Reagan didn't have a coffee problem! She didn't. Okay, maybe she had a little of a coffee problem. But then again most people would if they hadn't had a good night sleep in three years. And they lived in Seattle, which was the coffee center of the world. Still, Alex is remarkably good at both makeup and dealing with her lack of sleep after all this time. But even then she's phased when there's the sound of a crashing, and a blue box literally just... crashlands in front of her.

"Oh my god!" The woman's voice is radio ready and distinctive, and still laced with a bit of her Canadian accent.

The blue box, whatever it is, misses the Pacific Northwest Stories studio, thank goodness, and seems to also miss every building on the street, but it's still there directly in front of her. Directly in front of her and everyone else around on the busy downtown street seems to be ignoring it. Thankfully for whoever was inside anyway, Alex Reagan, tiny and annoyingly persistent reporter, was never quite good at ignoring things that she really rather should. Seriously, she'd spent the last nearly three years working on a podcast that was full of things that she should actually have avoided.

Too late now though, and Alex has never been very good at listening to anything close to common sense, so still holding onto her coffee (a girl has to have priorities, and it's early enough in the day that her first reflex isn't to reach for the audio recorder that's practically an appendage in and of itself). Running towards the box, Alex quickly pushed on the door shouting, "is anyone in there?"

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"Not saying you don't, just saying I don't want to die," Rory said, then muttered "again."

"Sorry Ponds, no dying today, not this today, anyway. Or any other todays."

"Doctor, you're making even less sense than usual," Amy said, considered, then softer. "You're really worried about her, aren't you?"

"What? Me, worried? Got that in a comic once, quite like it, think I'll borrow it, Maybe I'll even find the writer and say it to him when he's a kid, there's a laugh."

"Yep," amy said, popping the P. "Worried."

"For the record, also worried," Rory said.

Alex was watching the road, of course because she had absolutely no interest in dying today. She had stuff to do, and it didn't involve dying, the world ending or anything like it. Well, it also hadn't included the whole crashing box weeping angel thing, but well, she was already involved now. So, she had no choice but to go with it. However, that didn't mean that she wasn't listening and taking in all of the information that they were talking about.

"Okay," she started, before passing another three cars. "A couple of things. One: dying again? Two: are you worried about me because you don't need to be. I'm fine. And three, don't worry, I do this sort of thing all the time, the driving I mean. I've got it, you don't have to worry, I'm not going to kill you." Besides, Alex was convinced that her death was coming in an entirely different place and set of circumstances. If it happened, it was still nebulous. But it definitely wasn't here.

"Yeah, kind of losing track there, never gets any more pleasant," Rory said, dryly.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Like you're the worst driver in the car? Please, the Doctor flies a time machine... and is late to everything."

"Oi, you try flying a sentient car with her own idea of where you should be and see how well you do! Not that I'm going to let you of course."

Amy huffed.

"Seriously," Rory told Alex, "Never let Amy drive your car."

"Don't worry, I won't. Not even Richard or Nic drives my car." Even though both offered when she was tired. But she was always tired and had been for two years at this point, so she just shrugged and drove or let Richard drive. She didn't let Nic drive, and from what it sounded like, she probably would be gripping the handles if she drove with the Doctor. If the Doctor had handles inside his box anyway. Alex was already assuming it was bigger on the inside just by virtue of the whole TARDIS/Tanis thing.

But she was ignoring the Rory dying a lot thing; some things were impossible even for her.

"Why is he worried about me, Amy?" Because if the Doctor won't admit it, maybe Amy would?

"He worries about everyone, even if he'll never admit it. It's kind of cute when he eavesdrops, too."

"Cute?" Rory asked, flatly.

Amy grinned. "I was talking to River."

"Oh. Well then..." Rory muttered.

She so was not going to tell him WHEN this had happened, though. How very long before Demon's Run. Nope.

"But the her the Doctor is worried about most is his Tardis."

"River?" Okay, she just frowned quickly at that, because honestly what was up with these people not calling her by the right name? "Didn't he just say I wasn't River because I don't have a gun?" The last bit was quietly spoken, almost more to herself and the recorder rather than the three of them who were currently in the backseat. Alex was pretty sure that the Doctor had, and she didn't know why on earth they were still talking to her like she was.

"Oh, yeah I'd probably be worried about 'her' too if there was an angel on the inside." One could hear the quotation marks around that 'her' in Alex's voice, but she didn't mention it otherwise. However, a chime alerted her to look at the GPS and Alex just called back. "Hold on, this is our exit." And holding on was an apt warning, considering how she cut off two cars in order to make the exit from the far lane.

"River... she's a bit of a big spoiler. But yeah, I was talking to River, trying to figure out who she was, and Doctor Genius here was so busy trying to pretend he wasn't listening, he didn't even notice he had his device upside down."

"I happen to read well upside down, thanks."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you might not be River. At least not yet. But not taking any chances, just in case. Going to be nice to you anyway." She was grinning and teasing a bit. Then yelped as she failed to grab on in time and fell into the Doctor.

"Yeah, next time, I'm in the middle," Rory muttered.

"Oh Rory, Rory, Rory, you're always in the middle," The Doctor said.

"I think I've just been insulted."

"I think so too, but what do I know?" Alex was just frowning, because honestly, her life was weird enough and she didn't want to entertain not being someone named River yet. Because despite everything else that was going on, Alex Reagan was good with being Alex Reagan, intrepid and nosy reporter. But right now she couldn't think too much on it because she needed to make sure that the angels who have the phonebox weren't eating the phonebox.

Being the cause of one possible apocalypse was quite enough thank you. She didn't need to add the second.

But they had reached the reclaimed yard, and Alex pulled up in front of it, slamming on her hazards. "Okay. So how big are we talking for mirrors?"

They were tossed around a bit, and as soon as they were stopped, Rory scrambled to open his door to tumble out. Amy fed out her side. The Doctor just grinned. "Well they're tall, so full length, we want to make it its own private fun house, a fun apartment. Fun room?"

"A fun prison." Alex said the words quickly, and there was a flat question in her voice, even though it's not there on her face. Because honestly, she knows it's not really one, it's just what they need to do. "Are we gonna need like... tools too? Something to put it together or is there like Space Superglue or something?" Honestly, she was hoping that there was, space superglue seemed like a really good idea to her.

"Space superglue? Space glue? What is it with you humans? Space glue?" he seemed amused. Very. "No we've not got space glue. thank you very much."

"And even if we did have, it would be on the Tardis," Amy said, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes a bit.

"Hey you have to admit," Alex said, with a quick flash of a grin, and her own amusement was there in her voice. "That space superglue isn't even the weirdest thing that has happened in the last twenty minutes. So, the idea isn't that far out there." And honestly, how else did one put things together in a bigger on the inside not really wooden box, anyway.

"So how are we going to put it together then?" The word was asked as she started to head into the store, offering quick prayers that there was actually mirrors being enough to put the angel inside of.

"Build a frame. Good old wood and nails. Sonic isn't much use for that, sadly, but we've got something better. People. Grab something heavy and start wacking."

"Okay, you keep saying 'sonic.' What exactly is the sonic thing?" Alex just frowned for a moment, her head inclined to one side, but she doesn't stop moving towards the back of the yard where the bigger materials are. Because time is of the essence but Alex Reagan doesn't stop asking questions for anything--not even the end of the world.

They went with her. Eleven pulled out his sonic and flipped it end over end in his hand, then held it up. "Sonic screwdriver." Then, because it tickled him and amused him since his last face had thought it was this face, he taped it against something as they passed, to make noise. "See? Sonic."

"Okay, but if it doesn't do wood, then why call it a screwdriver? Why not call it like a spanner or a scanner or something that it does do. It seems weird to call it something that it's definitely not." Alex has clearly been hanging around Richard Strand too much; his logic is rubbing off on her and she doesn't like it.

Also, she's really bad at being the skeptic in this situation. It's uncomfortable, and makes her skin itch a bit.

"Because a sonic screwdriver is what it is, so that's what it's called. Besides, who actually used wooden screws anyway. Well anymore. Bit ninth century, that."

"Nope," Amy said, popping the last plosive. "Don't want to know."

"Yeah, but I mean doesn't do wood implies that it doesn't deal with wood way more than wooden screws though! Like does wood go away in the future? Your box looked pretty much like wood to me." Yes, she knows what it's called, but still.

"She is not wood, thank you very much, and there are lots of bits that go into wood that it can handle, thanks. Just see me on a padlock. Nothing broken, but open all the same." Someone was huffy.

Oh, if only Alex was used to dealing with huffy people. Oh wait, she definitely is and needs to bite her lip in order to stop herself from smiling at his huffiness. It's sort of a standard thing now. "Okay." The word came easily, and Alex stretched out her hands in acceptance of what he'd said.

"So, do any of these mirrors seem like they would work?" Alex gestured towards the gleaming area in front of them, and she was just hopeful that they would be.

"Well yes, we can make them work, we can make anything work, can't we? You, the Ponds, me? What can't we do, then?"

"Stay alive?" Rory muttered already getting to work sorting through things that could be useful. "Or in Amy's case, drive."

Amy rolled her eyes as she picked up a rather large bit of wood that looked just a bit menacing the way she was holding it. "Oi! Tell you what, I'll be better than you at driving as soon as you are better than me at looking good in this skirt."

It's more than a little odd for Alex to be admitted so readily into the group of this after spending so much time on the outside reporting on things. Or at least she would tell herself that anyway. Strand was right and the show definitely had been skewing more in her direction since season two and she'd not been sleeping, but it was still weird to be on the actual doing side of things rather than the simply reporting on them.

"I'm pretty sure that no one would better than you do in that skirt, actually." It wasn't flirting, exactly, just an agreement of the truth. Alex Reagan, after wasn't blind and she did find ways to describe even the most annoying people in attractive terms for her show.

"Oh, I like her," Amy said. "Can we keep her?"

"Focus, Pond."

Amy smirked at him, winked at her, and got back to work.

Alex just chuckled softly, in response to the wink and to the idea of being kept. It was nice not to have to force her presence onto people who didn't want her there. For a change at least. But she moved away a little bit and grabbed the edge of a tarp, drawing it back and away from one of those huge gilded mirrors, for a moment she just stared at it, and then called out softly. "I think I've got something."

They all rushed over. The Doctor grinned at her. "Oh yes, this will do nicely. Very well Pond, you can keep this one, but it's your job to walk and water her," he said as he pulled the mirror over to where they'll be working.

Rory opened his mouth to say something, caught the look Amy gave him, and wisly shut his mouth.

"We're not strays, you know," Amy said, following the Doctor. Never mind she'd started this with talk of keeping her. "Too weird talking about us like that."

"Not strays?" He teased as he started to set up a stand to keep the mirror upright. "What do you call Rory then?"

"HEY!" Rory protested.

Amy just smirked. "Funny. Last time you asked to never hear that again, Doctor."

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Meh. No Doctor in this post, but too lazy to hop to Amy's journal;.

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Sorry, even with most of my icons inactive, this one needed amy's journal.

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