The TARDIS materialised and Morgana stuck her head out seeing they were in a small park across the road from groups of terraced houses.
"No, Amy, it's definitely not the fifth moon of Cindie Colesta. I think I can see a Ryman's." the Doctor said and there was an explosion throwing Morgana on top of the Doctor as the TARDIS dematerialised
"Amy! Amy!" they called for her in panic
They wandered for a brief while before Morgana spotted the ad in the shop window, deciding to follow the instructions they headed to Aickman road after Morgana withdrew a couple of thousand pounds, unsure of the cost of rent these days
I love you." The man blurted out as he opened the door, he was a youngish heavyset man with short brown hair and scruff
"Well, that's good, because we're your new lodgers. Do you know, this is going to be easier than I expected but then again, don't go falling IN love with us that will cause a problem" the Doctor told him as he took the fluffy pink keys from him, briefly messing with his Bluetooth device
"might I come in?" Morgana asked compelling him
"yes but I only put the advert up today. I didn't put my address." The man protested
"Well, aren't you lucky we came along? More lucky than you know. Less of a young professional, more of an ancient amateur, but frankly I'm an absolute dream and my wife? Well, she's pure magic" he winked at her as they stepped over the threshold
"Hang on a minute, mate. I don't know if I want you two staying. And give me back those keys. You can't have those." He spoke taking them back
"Yes, quite right. Have some rent." The Doctor nodded handing him a paper takeaway bag that held the cash Morgana had taken out earlier
"That's probably quite a lot, isn't it? Looks like a lot. Is it a lot? I can never tell." The Doctor rambled
"it's roughly a thousand pounds," Morgana told him "I can get more if you so desire" she glanced up the hallway seeing the lights were flickering
"Don't spend it all on sweets, unless you like sweets. I like sweets. Ooo." He spun and gave the man a couple of air "That's how we greet each other nowadays, isn't it? I'm the Doctor and this is My Morgana. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don't know why. I call me the Doctor, too. Still don't know why."
"Craig Owens. The Doctor? And Morgana?" Craig looked between them
"Yep, just Doctor or Doctor Mikaelson if you so please, I took my wife's last name, very progressive- well I don't have a last name, so it was easier. Who lives upstairs?" he asked jumping from subject to subject
"Just some bloke," Craig said unsure
"What's he look like?" the Doctor wondered
"Normal. He's very quiet." Craig said just as there was a loud crash "Usually. Sorry, who are you again? Hello?"
"Excuse me?" Craig asked finally catching up to them in the flat, the Doctor spotting some sort of fungus growing on the ceiling
"Ah. I suppose that's dry rot?" The Doctor said
"Or damp. Or mildew." Craig suggested
"Or none of the above." Her Dearest said as he eyed the ceiling
"I'll get someone to fix it," Craig promised
"No, I'll fix it. I'm good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I'm the Doctor, don't call me the Rotmeister. This is the most beautiful parlour I have ever seen. You're obviously a man of impeccable taste. We can stay, Craig, can't we? Say we can, the wife likes it! And she's been looking a little peaky recently" the Doctor pleaded
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Learning to Live
FanfictionMorrigan is a complex being, she was born a thousand years ago but still lived. She and her twin were the firstborns to Mikael and Esther, after the tragic loss of her twin the remaining Mikaelson clan fled to the new world where she became an olde...
