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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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"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."

"Hey!" Alex protested quickly, "I can walk and water myself. Even feed myself too." Not particularly well, especially considering how terrible she was at cooking, but a girl could live on ez mac, dinosaur chicken nuggets and grubhub. Alex had been doing it for a very long time after all. And coffee, because Alex Reagan was nonfunctional without her multiple cups of coffee a day habit.

However, Alex looked to Amy with a smirk. "Okay, now that sounds like a story that you should tell me when we're done and over with."

Amy nodded at her. "Bit of a long story actually, involved a cake, as I heard it."

"Right, if you lot are done sorting out the domestics, could use a bit of help here."

Alex had been on her way to help the Doctor before there was the comment about the cake, but it just kind of made her sputter to a stop for a moment before she parroted back to Amy: "a cake?" Because well, honestly really?

But onto the next thing which was yes, getting this done and stopping the angel so the world doesn't end and all of that. "What do you need me to do?"

Rory scowled. "My bachelor party cake, actually. Great way to find out that the woman you're about to marry ran off with her imaginary friend the night before the wedding."

"Yes, well, came and got you as soon as I knew what it as the night before, didn't I?" Well, after a bit of a snog, but that hadn't been his fault. He pointed to the cross bars. "Just hammer that bit in there then, thanks."

Amy rolled her eyes. "What does it matter how or when, we came and got you, stupid."

"Imaginary. Friend." Okay, that was weird, because while she may have been doubting her own sanity the smallest little bit (that tended to happen when one didn't sleep for the length of time that Alex didn't and weird things kept happening) there was definitely differing levels of weird. Like this one. Still, the words came as Alex was doing what she was told and hammering the board that she'd been told to. So at least while she was asking questions (even if that wasn't a question really) while she did it.

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

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