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Through a number of sheer coincidences, Crowley had found himself in LA.  It was a fairly convoluted story as to how that had happened, having to do in part with rumors about angels in the city.  Which was ironic, considering it was quite literally called the City of Angels.  Missing a couple of words, but close enough.  The point was the same.

While in town, though, he had heard whispers of a club owner calling himself Lucifer Morningstar.  What kind of prat, he had thought to himself, decides to use ‘Lucifer Morningstar’ as a stage name?  And so he had decided to do some investigative work.  Because really, anybody who decided to be that outlandish, Crowley wanted to see for himself.  That was a pretty ballsy move for a human.

Apparently, the man owned a posh and very exclusive club called Lux.  Not that it being exclusive was any sort of issue for Crowley.  His powers of persuasion were literally the stuff of myths.  Once he was inside, it didn’t take him long to find this ‘Lucifer Morningstar’ fellow.  He was seated at a grand piano, singing showtunes.  Or something like them.  Crowley thought he recognized a couple.  He mostly listened to Queen, seeing as that was mostly what the Bentley let him listen to.

He had to admit, there was something off about the man.  Something that just didn’t sit quite right.  But Crowley wasn’t willing to write this off that easily.  Sometimes that was indicative of a demon.  Or an angel.  Or a witch.  Or a personality disorder.  The point was, it could be any number of things. So he constructed a plan.

When the man stopped singing and retreated to the bar, Crowley strolled over casually and leaned against the bar next to him.  In a friendly tone, and with his sunglasses still firmly in place, he said, “You must be the Lucifer Morningstar I’ve been hearing about all over town.  I wondered what the man who was daring enough to name himself after the devil might be like.”

Dave was wandering around, unable to focuse in this future world. It was to loud, to bright, to...everything. He didnt know what had happened, he remembered being shot, remembered klaus screaming for a medic, then nothing.

He had woken in a bright white room, an almost healed scar on his chest and a voice telling him where he was, when he was. He hadnt believed it until he went to the window, this wasnt his world.

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Bucky had noticed the man as soon as he had come into the apartment.  He hadn’t even started his usual security sweep before spotting the man huddled up on his fire escape.  Of course, the immediate reaction was panic.  They had found him.  He was an idiot for returning to Brooklyn, he knew that.  After escaping Hydra, he had fled the continent.  And he should have stayed away.  But he was still trying to get his memories back.  And this place... it helped.  There were still traces of the Brooklyn he now knew he had grown up in.  The flesh was different, but he could still see the bones underneath.  All he had wanted was to remember who he was.  Who he really was.  Not an assassin, not a Soviet agent, not even a solider.  A kid from Brooklyn.  That was the part of him he wanted to remember.

It had been a typical day at the beach, and Jerome had just finished up his morning surf. The days had been hard these past few weeks, and now he had some time to himself, he figured he’d just enjoy nature. The past few days at his personal surfing spot, he’d noticed a new person. A man, beautiful as ever, with such an attractive energy. The man had definitely peaked his interest, but it was not in Jerome’s nature to approach someone like him, or be confident enough to ask him out.

Jerome was settled on the sand as he watched the sun continue to rise. There was an orange glow over the sand, his dark skin soaking up the heat as light filled the morning sky. It was peaceful, and for a few moments he was lost in his own world, simply enjoying the view.

              He’d sensed something, he just wasn’t sure what--or who it was. But for a moment his thoughts were clear, not invaded by Snoke. Pulling open the door to his hut he’d finally seen him there and he was not what Ben was expecting at all.  What if kriffing hell?

Yes, yes he did. Yes he needed a hug. He needed one terribly, but he was almost certain that if he accepted the hug he would fall apart at the seams and he just couldn’t afford to do that right now. So he sniffed, swallowed back his tears and shook his head.

“No. I’m fine.”

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Well, 2019 had been... strange.  No stranger than some of Charley’s other adventures with the Doctor - it was Earth, after all - but strange nonetheless.  After that whole apocalypse business the Doctor had talked about, she was quite happy to be back in the relative safety of the TARDIS.  She hadn’t a clue where they would end up next.  The Doctor had simply taken off without setting coordinates.  He claimed it was more fun that way.  Charley claimed he was insane.  That had ended with a long monologue about the nature of insanity.  

Which was why Charley had ended up here.  The library was vast and more or less a labyrinth, but she had learned to navigate it.  She had also learned there were a number of good places to have some peace and quiet.  C’rizz had retreated to his room, still brooding over something Charley couldn’t figure out.  The Doctor was doing... whatever it was the Doctor did.  Not sleeping.  Charley knew that much.  The Time Lord seemed to hardly ever sleep.  One more strange thing about him.

She turned another corner to where she knew there was a nice padded bench.  She could curl up with a book and have some time to herself.  Except that when she got there, there was a strange man sleeping on it.  She’d no idea where he might have come from or what he was doing there.  Or if he was there; she knew the TARDIS liked to play tricks.  Nevertheless, she backed away quietly.  Once she had turned back around the corner, she took off for the console room.

When she reached it, the she found the Doctor on his back under the console, mucking about with several bits of wiring.  She crouched down beside him and said, “Doctor, I do believe we have something of a problem.”

“Oh?  And what’s that?” he asked, never taking his eyes off of what he was doing.

“It seems there’s a strange man aboard the TARDIS,” Charley told him.  “You wouldn’t happen to have any idea what he might be doing here, would you?”

The Doctor sat up, staring at her.  But rather than actually answer the question, he just muttered, “Not again...  Show me where.”

Without another word, Charley led the Doctor through the maze of bookcases to the little padded bench.  And sure enough, the man was still there.  Fast asleep.  He looked, the Doctor thought, as though he was from 2019.  He also looked like he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in years.  The Doctor was almost loathe to wake him.  But he did want to know what the man was doing here.