i'll do what i've always done - i'll fix it myself

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"Decided to drop in and say hello", she replied sarcastically. "What do you think I'm doing here? Trying to find some shelter and food like everyone that hasn't turned into a bloody zombie yet. Or everyone in their right mind for that matter." She got distracted for a second  ---something behind him caught her attention; she thought she had heard a twig break. Could've been just her imagination though or simply the rain.

"Either you brought that good-for-nothing brother of yours with you and he is lurking in the shadows or we're not alone."

Without warning she grabbed his sleeve quite ungently, forcing him to stand up.

The rain was pouring down over the small town, it was slowly getting dark and in a park a lonely man sat. At a first look he didn’t seem to mind the rain, but he was cold, freezing cold to be honest. But having no money for a motel room, or even a phone, all he could do was to sit there and accept the cold rain. So there wasn’t much to do at this point, he was on the other hand planning on trying to find a shelter or something for the night. It was tiring to never know how the night would look, to be more or less homeless. He had been to some places, looking for missing people but nothing. It was like no one missed him, it was so weird. 

Her flashlight in one hand, she almost fell over backwards when the spotlight revealed the back of a man sitting on a bench. Hastily she turned it off, not knowing if he had seen her. She couldn't even tell if he was a Croat. Aiming the gun at his head, she went around the bench silently, now realizing that without the treetops covering her, the rain would get her soaked.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? If I can sneak up on you, they sure can, too. You should be glad I didn't chop your head off right away", she mumbled. When she took a closer look at his face - it left her speechless for a second.

     Truth is I {don't} really have a place to go

          So pour me, pour me

         “You look like a classy kind of girl.”

The Doctor had left the TARDIS without checking the scanner - a habit he really had to break one of these decades. Pushing that thought out of his head, he headed out to have a look around. It seemed he had landed in the middle of a small city somewhere in America. After a few hours of finding nothing of note in the area, he headed back to his ship. Only he wasn’t the only one there when the blue box came into view.

Taking out a lockpick first and then a crowbar; she wanted to force her way inside. Unlucky for her, she hadn't been doing so unobstrusively. Startled when she heard a man's voice, Bela turned around; hiding the crowbar behind her back.

"---I'm fine, thanks for asking." Bela didn't step away from the phone box though; she wasn't even sure if this guy was just passing by or the actual owner. If so, she should've probably got out there. Fast.

             Eyeing her suspiciously at first, Bela turned around. 

"—I dont think we’ve met …?" Having caught her off guard; Bela didn’t expect anyone to approach her in public. Especially since she had been using a fake name in this city. Well, antother fake fake name to be exact.

"I’m not here to track you down—

                I’m just a friend of the Winchesters.”

     "Of course you are." Sighing deeply, she massaged her temple in a gesture of annoyance for a moment before looking up again.

"I'm not sure what to make of this", she replied truthfully, remaining leery of her. She collected the papers lying on her table and put them back in the folder quickly. She had been studying an object that she was trying to obtian for a client. Some diamond tiara to be exact.

As much as Abaddon hated to admit it, it was a fine looking dress. It collaborated with her hair wonderfully and made the sea-like color of her eyes much brighter. That’s what her father wanted to help with most, her looks. How rich her clothes made her look in help to find and keep a mate. A wealthy one, at that. “What on earth—?”

She watched Bela climb up to level with her on the rails, then offered her hand. “You must be insane!” Abaddon breathed out, “Surely you aren’t serious.” How willing was this woman to help get her down? How commited to this crazy idea was she to actually take another life with her? Abaddon stared at the woman, her eyes finally looking at the others. The red-haired woman shook her head, “No, listen. Fine— I’ll get down. Okay?” Abaddon’s lips were sealed, however, as she kept asking for a name. If she were to spill her name, her family would be sure to be notified, and Abaddon would be punished like a child.

Besides -- she too was on the wrong side of the ship; the waves piling up underneath her. "Hold on, hold on; I can help you --- just don't move. Don't move." Cautiously she stepped back over the railing, getting a way better grip given she was still wearing her shoes. Bela went over to her, only the bars separating them; her hand shaking with adrenaline.

"Alright. Just ... whatever you do, please hold on." Swallowing hard, Bela simply grabbed her cloth and pulled her nearer first; pressing against the railing herself to get better support. "Don't be afraid, I can pull you up. You'll be up in no time, don't worry", she murmured, rather giving a motivational speech to herself than to her. Bending over, Bela reached down to her, grabbing her around the waist. Given that she was not a top athlete she struggled when trying to pull up her whole weight. Not that she was heavy. "Ok, I can get you up. Hold on to me", she asked of her, breathing heavily. Partly because of the cold and partly because she was literally holding the life of somebody else in her hands. 

Pulling as hard as she possibly could, Bela groaned, pulling her up in one go; still holding her in a tight embrace when they were on eye-level. Not risking that she would fall over once more, Bela didn't let go and leave the rest to her --she lowered her arms around her, pulling her over completely. Bela overestimated her strength though -- taking down the woman with her, Bela fell hard on the floor. The sound of fabric tearing ripped through the air; Bela didn't know whether it was her own or the woman's.

Giving a whimper of pain from having someone fall on top of her, Bela let go. "Oh my god."