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"Eh I don't mind if we do," Mars said rolling to face Yandela. He yawned and rolled back over.

"Maaaars." She shoves him off her bed. "Our. I've gotta shower. And find something to change in to..."

'I hope you're comfortable miss. Should you require anymore assistance simply speak my name and i'll return.'
She disappeared into thin air and back into the heart of the Tardis.

Mars grumbled and picked himself of off the floor. He wondered if he could call V.I. too. "Hey~ V.I can you actually come back here?" He called, testing it out.

She reappeared.
'Do you require assistance?'

"Could you get him out?" She grouses.

"Oh, it worked.." he commented "Well Edward said to get a room from you too, I guess."

She nodded.
'This way sir.'
She led him to a room on the other side of the corridor.
'Your room is slightly different from that of the female's.
Master Edward specifically created this one for you.'
As they came to the end of the corridor, V.I opened the two large doors and revealed an actual city closely resembling Detroit.
There were human-like figures walking around.
Within the middle of the city was a large building.
'The building in the middle is yours sir.'

Yandela closed the door behind them and began rifling through the drawers, even as she debated if she were being nosy or not. It was a guest room... But what if he forgot he put something personal in here?

Seated with his reading spectacles above his nose next to the fire place engrossed in a large pile of books was Edward.
He had a feather quill pen in his right hand, taking notes while he read the book in his left hand.
The purpose of this extensive study was to learn all there was about the race the little boy who called himself a god belonged to.
If a race as powerful as that existed, there is absolutely no way the Time Lords would keep no records of it.
Though he was interested in the biography of the little god child. The life of Yandela interested him far more.
He was determined to find out what universe she came from.
He skimmed through the pages of known universes in the Time Lord database, specifically searching for verses with any hint of magic. It was to no avail. The Time Lords had either not cared enough to implement her universe, or simply overlooked it.
One way or the other, he would make her captors pay for the trauma they subjected her to.
He placed down the books and fell back into his large recliner.
Today had been a good day.
He refueled the Tardis, discussed with the deranged Emperor who would definitely be back.
And best of all, he embraced Yandela.
Edward's face was pushed back with his large, genuine happy smile.
It wasn't like this when he first arrived.
All he could think about was destroying this planet and leaving this universe.
Yet now all he cared about was making sure both Yandela and Mars are able to live a decent happy life. Even if it isn't in their original world.
He was changing into a different person.
"What a pathetic Time Lord i have become." He laughed.
The world disappeared into nothingness as Edward instinctively fell asleep on his chair.

After her shower and some clothes conjuring, Yandela had settled down in the bed. It was soft and comfortable, more than anything she had ever had. Before her slavery, she had been a noble, adopted into the family due to her magical ability. Those memories were hazy, and her own mind had sealed them away. Then came the slavery, and...

Yandela tore her thoughts away from the path they were taking, instead forcing herself to analyze their situation. She still wasn't sure that she wanted to collect the shards. Despite the troublesome day, it was better than being hounded on by her ex-master's hooligans.

It was to these thoughts she managed to fall asleep, praying that she didn't wake up everyone in the TARDIS when the eventual nightmare woke her.

More surprises at every turn. First the transport then everything else and now this? He looked around the city. It seemed as bustling as any intercity would in the night. People walked with purpose, cars drove with conviction. Not one tree in sight. It was his kind of place. This wasn't Detriot, he knew, and it certainly wasn't the part he'd come to know and navigate. It was too clean, too fresh, too safe. That was fine though. While being robbed or something might've stirred up some nostalgia it would've totally ruined his mood.

Besides if someone tried to mug him now, they'd get a rude awakening. In the form of a stab to the stomach, curtesy of Peacekeeper. Mars grimaced, that name had been better than the last ones but it was still a little off. Unlike his measly apartment he'd had before, now it seemed that he had a whole building. Which of course he occupied the biggest and best room in. Naturally. He couldn't sleep for awhile. The city lights kept him up. Not because of their brightness, but because of the memories that came with them. Sleepless nights spent hiding from them, or huddling close for protection. Not to mention the sirens...He cut that train of thought everytime it arose. It never lead to anywhere good. He watched the familiar movement of the city until he was eventually lulled to sleep by it.

Hours later found Yandela wandering the halls of the TARDIS, trying to find her way back to the console room. The nightmare, a memory she had refused to think of in ages, had shaken her up.

So much blood...

She shuddered, eventually giving up and sliding down against one of the walls, trying to nod off again.

He hummed along to a mysterious tune, scrapping the bodies of broken robots of Dalek and Empire kind alike. The song he was humming was one he had heard when he was younger.

These people were slowly changing for the better from what he can hear. All is well for now. After all, he had been the one responsible for influencing them together. His smile became more thoughtful, more soft. Perhaps one day they could become a family. A family...

Families are certainly detestable to him. But as far as he could tell, noone here had a family. All that made them need each other more.

But he couldn't be a part of that. After all, he wouldn't be able to last long enough to see that.

Scolopendra pulled off the face of one of the Empire's defective goods.

"This...This may be useful."

He dug into the head of the defaced (punny) robot and pulled out a chip of sorts.

"What could this be?"

Slowly opening his eyes, the Time lord awoke to find himself in the comfort of his library.
He had slept roughly once more.
The painful memory of his rite of passage didn't seem to leave him.
He remembered the cold days human cults tortured him at the age of 12, forcefully trying to remove his second heart.
Placing his hand on his head and slowly staggering up, he began to exit the library and head to the kitchen for a sort of early breakfast.
Mars and Yandela probably were still lost in the world of deep sleep. He'd leave them until they were fully awake.
As he turned left into the central corridor, lying against the wall of the White indented corridor wall was the girl he longed for.
Yandela.
Surprised at the spectacle, he could see she was deep asleep. It'd probably be best not to wake her however if left here, she'd easily succumb to the cold.
Mustering his strength, he mounted her on his back and returned her to the Victorian room.
Edward placed her in the large antique bed, tucked her in and set the heat of the room to a high level.
He quickly exited the scene.

Yandela had woken up when she'd been hauled someone's back, but had quickly decided continuing to "sleep" was the best course of action. No harm in letting Ed have his moment, and she was tired. Not to mention her limbs were stiff from the cold.

So when he carried her back to her room- how he managed to navigate the corridors she would never know- she was a little surprised that he simply tucked her in and left. She smiled sleepily.

How sweet was that.

However before Scolopendra could detach the robots head and take anything from it around four of Xiantos robots would march into sight although these looked nothing like their original haphazard shape. These had the look of a steel human and instead of human features of their face it had the look of armour with four blazing red eyes. Attached to their right arms was a dual barrelled gun. The first one looked down at the man sorting through the debris. "This is ours, stand back. We never leave scrap from our battles behind. You will put it down now." Another spoke almost in unison. "This city is under our control. You have no permission to be here."

He whipped out a device and slapped it on each of the robots. It had properties similar to an EMP, and had enough power to stop a stampeding elephant in its tracks.

"Well I couldn't ask for more than subjects in perfect condition."

He took out the tracking device inside both of them and shut them off, pocketing it. He didn't need a meddling kid with a temper tantrum constructing robots and sending them after him. Scolopendra tore apart their armor with his blade and began to rip the faces off them as well, looking through the intricate circuitry.

From above a shot was fired obliterating the four machines. If Scolopendra looked above him in the air were ten more machines each with the same identical look apart from the metal wings and the huge cannon one had instead of an arm. Around him two Xianto's moved out. "look we don't wish to fight you but if you insist on trying to attack us we will never forgive you for touching our Emperors machines." In the buildings around them the gleam of several robots aiming heavier weapons at him could be seen. While the noise of more of them moving closer came into earshot. "I feel it would be better if we struck a deal. You can state what you want and in return we can ask something of you."

He looked up indifferently at the robots. He had gotten all he needed and frankly trying to "strike a deal" with such a tedious and stubborn freak would not prove well. He spat at the robot, and walked away. The saliva was corrosive and could melt through the thickest of steel.