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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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"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.

Amy huffed a bit as she got some more wood and handed it to the Doctor, then she crossed her arms. "When I was a little kid, there was a crack in my wall. Well, a crack in the universe and my wall happened to be in the way. This idiot crashes his Tardis into my backyard, looking like a wreck, and shows up. He opens the crack, there is a hueg eyeball going on about a prisoner, then the crack closes, then he runs back into his Tardis, tells me to pack a bag and he'll be right back."

She scowled. "No one remembered the crack but me and Mels. Rory said he did, but back then Rory was just scared of us."

Rory gave her a flat look as he held something in place for the Doctor.

Amy smirked a bit, then shook her head. "All the adults said I must have made him up, that it was some dream, and that my aunt found me in bed, not in the yard where I'd been waiting for him to come back. The Raggedy Doctor. Oh, the shrinks I was sent to as a kid. For some reason they all quit after I bit them. Well... most of them did."

Alex is trying to pay attention and focus on what it is that she's meant to be doing here, but she finds her gaze drawing towards Amy as the other woman explained. For more than most of her life, Alex Reagan has collected stories. Interesting stories about interesting people was how her podcast was initially billed, before everything had happened with Strand, and she was acutely reminded of that in this moment. Granted, this was a story that would really make people question her sanity, but it was still a good one.

Hey, Welcome to Nightvale was fictional, maybe she could do something like that and call it fictional even if it wasn't. If nothing else, she could always just try and get some people she knew involved in the recording of it. Paul would be for it even if no one else was.

Remembering what she was supposed to be doing at almost the last moment, Alex started to hammer the nails into the wood once again, but she couldn't stop herself from asking, "okay. So. How long did he make you wait? Because that's definitely a tone of someone who has been made to wait for someone. And how many people did you bite?"

"Twelve years, the first time," she said, flatly. "Twelve years, and four psychiatrists."

"I did say I was sorry for that, you know."

"He has a time machine, and was late to our wedding. Late to everything, this one."

"It sounds like a friend of mine. But I swear he does it to make a statement." Nic can be an idiot sometimes, and when he's late she tends to think it's on purpose because his time is more valuable than hers is. Or anyone's is really. It drives her crazy. Somehow though, she doesn't think that the Doctor is like that. Or maybe it's that she was hoping so honestly.

"Well, considering how I just met you guys, I think it's safe to say that he likes to make an entrance, right?"

Rory pulled a face and opened his mouth to respond, but the Doctor cut him off before he could.

"Right! That's one good mirror down, still need three more for the walls, one for the base and one for the roof. Let's move people! We haven't got all of time and space till she's safe, then you all can gossip over tea and snog or whatever it is you humans do."

Amy snorted rudely. "Human enough around River, aren'tcha?" she asked, tossing her hair as she went to go look for more mirrors.

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

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