₍ ♫ ₎ * NONSENSE / NANNY

                  “I don’t get why you gotta stay for a lil’ while an’ then leave all over again. It didn’t make sense t’ me back then an’ it really don’t make sense t’ me now. I’m gonna ALWAYS need you, Mary. Is it hard for you to see that?” This was just another person who would eventually leave her, something Queenie was beginning to feel would always happen. Her sister was running away to go rogue with her Auror duties, Jacob couldn’t risk her life by breaking the laws with her and almost every other person she met had SOMEONE ELSE they needed to return to. Mary had been someone she was certain would stay THIS TIME and yet it didn’t seem so likely anymore. “Don’t I make you happy? Did I do something bad that makes you wanna go away again? I swear I never TRY t’ listen t’ any of your thoughts. I’m really working on that an’ I almost never hear anything. Ain’t there some way I can make you stay?”

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The gentle caress of her cheek brought a soft smile to her lips. 

❝ If y’say so. ❞

She’s not entirely sure what she’s supposed to be doing. There’s a temptation to kiss Mary but she’s not sure if the other will let her, or if she should be taking her coat off or– she doesn’t really do this often, so she’s a teeny bit awkward but she knows Mary will guide her. 

❝ Now what? ❞

“TWENTY-four hours in a day. One-thousand- one-hundred-an’-forty separate minutes in which someone COULD meet their end at th’ ‘ands of someone who may              or may not                                              look like ME.       EIGHTY-SIX-THOUSAND-FOUR-HUNDRED seconds in each an’ every one of which someone could breathe their last.”

❝ Yeah, I do. Don’t use it much but still got one. ❞ 

Even with her boundless energy, she had to take a nap ever now and again. Usually every few days when she was actually tired enough to stop and sleep. Often enough her brain just wouldn’t shut off. But she doubts that’s gonna be a problem today. 

Taking hold of Mary’s hand, she guided her out the console room down a maze of corridors until they reached a room, stepping inside. It’s fairly simple, barely even used. Though it seemed the TARDIS had decided to upgrade the room from a single bed to a double bed. How kind. Even the Doctor seemed momentarily surprised by it before brushing it off.

Letting go of her hand, she spun on the spot to face Mary. 

❝ Good ‘nough? I’m sure if you ask nicely, she’ll add somethin’ in for ya. ❞

   “Not that my AFFILIATION with the Doctor is particularly any concern of yours if you simply MUST know we go back… WAY back.” There was something particularly ominous about him, whether it was intentional or not was another matter entirely.    “I wouldn’t say we were friends; DRAMATICS have always been their strong suit so they would say I am their oldest enemy. I am the protector; The Doctor protects lives, and I protect the Doctor. Unbeknownst to them, I assure you, as far as they’re concerned all I care about is digging up bits of old pot and displaying them in my museum.” His eyes roll. “In the language of your people, I am the Doctor’s brother… Irving Braxiatel. Charmed, I’m sure.”

   “Asshole, I think you’ll find I just SAVED your meaningless life, the word you’re LOOKING for is you-uuurh welcome.” It was like he didn’t even notice the other person DRIPPING with alien slime. Didn’t notice or didn’t care; and if you knew Rick Sanchez at all, you’d know it was the latter.

    He’s COMPLETELY naked when he wakes up on the cold floor, groaning and surrounded by empty bottles that formerly contained alcohol. He doesn’t get hungover, but he certainly regrets this. The only thing marring his skin was the abundance of tattoos doodled across it. “Fucks sake,” he whined as he rose to his feet, “Why’m I not in bed?!”    He realized quickly that he was standing with his penis out in front of a COMPLETE stranger. In fact, he didn’t even recognize his surroundings; had he got blind drunk and broken into someone else’s home thinking it was his own? That sounded ENTIRELY likely.    The fact his cock was hanging free didn’t phase him in the slightest     but he reached for his trousers anyway -- Mama raised a gentleman.     “Mornin’. Sorry ‘bout this, it dun’t normally ‘appen.” He explained, slipping into his jeans, in an accent that was quite distinctly from the North of England. “Look, me name’s SUE, I’m not a junkie, or a rapist, or a serial killer.... Well, ’m not a rapist or a serial killer.”

❝ Couldn’t think of anyone better. ❞

Or anyone more trusted, really. If at any point she felt uncomfortable, she’d be sure to let the woman know, but for now, she was quite content with this current moment between them. Had to test what she liked and didn’t like at some point, right? Well, no, but she wanted to.

Her lips parted as she smiled, exposing pearly white teeth.  Without hesitation, she reached out and took her hand with her own, “Now I’ve never known you to be MUCH of a sleeper, but you must have a bedroom around this place somewhere. Unless, of course, you’d prefer something else.”