fandomhigh | Constant Vigilance #5: Friday the 10th, Morning. A Classroom.

The Doctor sits precarious on top of the projector-covered desk, his legs dangling over the edge, barely not knocking into anything vital for the electrical equipment. After everyone gathers, he clears his throat.

"I've been doing a lot of teaching you about various alien species, both friendly and non. But as some of you remember, there's nothing like your own kind to really get you into the worst situations. Really, you run into aliens every so often. It's the people that surround you that should possibly worry you the most."

He patted the projector with a hand. "I won't be needing this today. Today I'll tell you a story of one of my own kind, and a couple of yours. Fellows and ladies who are not the kind you bring home to mother, or really want to meet in a dark alley, either."

He hopped off the desk. "I had a friend at the academy, on Gallifrey. Best of friends, really. We had some of the same ideals. Both of us would end of going rogue, leaving the planet, going our seperate ways. I went with a mission to do good in the universe. He, however, felt the universe was out there only for his own good. Just like I am simply 'The Doctor', my old friend is simply 'The Master'. Pompous, certainly, but quite accurate given his working relationship with anyone is very much a master-slave dichotomy."

"I could tell you any number of times where the Master was trying to take control of the universe, or individual planets, or lorded himself over any number of smaller things. He once almost caused the Earth to be turned literally inside out, all just to try and prolong his own life. He's done lots and lots of horrible things, and I've stopped him more times than I can count. I put together a bit of reading, if you're very interested. And I'll answer questions about him, as well. I know I didn't get really specific, but I hope you got the idea."

"As for humans, well, you're lot is special, it is. Salamander, a scientist who tried to take over the world with earthquake causing satellites is just one example. The self proclaimed last human, a woman named Cassandra, well. . . let's just say she wasn't nice. And really wasn't all that human, really. Mehendri Solon continues the trend of severely misguided scientists, and, well, I could go on and on."

"Now, I'm sure you're wondering what the real lesson here is. What's the beef, what's going on, what exactly are you supposed to walk away from the class today knowing. It's simple, really. Learn to look at each other. Just because there's an alien standing two feet in front of you, that doesn't mean it is the one who's most dangerous in this situation. Say you've made a huge discovery, a new planet, a new race of intelligent people found, friendly, the whole lot. Your second in command wants to take all the credit, and starts plotting to kill you and steal the glory. Trust people, but make sure they're trustworthy. Be friends, and really get to know one another. Good friends don't doublecross one another. Good friends stick together. Good friends are the greatest thing in this universe."

"So that's the activity for today, in fact. Get to know one another. Simple, really. One of you asks a question, then you both have to answer that question. Then the other person asks a question. Simple, and easy. Tell the truth, and don't pry too hard, please. And try and group up with someone you'd like to know better, and don't already know well. Got it? Good. And I'll be happy to play along with anyone who wants to do so with me. No assignment this week, and I'll have reports back for everyone on what you handed in last week with me next week, promise."

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"Hrm. ~~Justthat one summer. We don't talk aboutthat.~~ Usually, whatever's free and being cookedin the dorms. Me cooking it? PRobably burgers. Someone else cooking it? Stir fry."

"ooh, Stir Fry, nice choice. Okay, your turn."

"What's your favorite food? You cooking it vs someone else cooking it?"

"Someone else cooking it, I like Pizza, if it's good pizza, cause I've had some truly awfull stuff. If I cook it, usually spagetti. Where are you from?"

"California originally, but I've kicked around a bit in Mexico. L.A.'s my home. Where are you from? Is this your time?"

"I'm from New York, Brooklyn to be exact." Tim answered. "And no, this isn't my time, back home it's 1991. How about you?"

"I'm from about 2003, possibly in an alternate timeline. Not too sure. ~~The next Terminator's due in about a year or so.~~ Everything's all mixed up with the time travel and the Fandom thing."

"How's Brooklyn?"

"Not quite as exciting or as dangerous as the Bronx or Manhattan." Tim said. "Although that's changed in recent months I suppose. Do you have any superpowers?"

"Superpowers? Not that I know of. I'm good with mechanical stuff, engines and all. Weapons. ANd you? Superpowers, anything nifty? Are you secretly Captain Fuhgeddaboutit?"

"Well, back home I was given the title, Dread and Puissant champion of the Fae. Which is mostly a PR thing, but I do have a magic sword. Which used to be a wand."

"...you have a magic sword slash wand from Faye ~~from Cowboy Bebop?~~?"

"From The Fae. Like, Elves, Leprechauns and stuff like that."

"...there's Elves in BRooklyn??"

"There are now."

"Okay. Magic Sword, elven peoples running amuck in New Yawk, and Grand Protectorate. ANything else?"

John wasn't believing his ears.

Tim thought. "I help match up Domestic Spirits with compatible mortals, kinda like an employment agency."

"So you're the Match Dot Com for non-humans? Wierd. WHy are you matching htem up?"

"Well see way back when people still believed in them, The Fae helped mortals out, cleaned, took care of the kids or the livestock, kept the crops healthy, that sort of thing. All they wanted in return was maybe a place to sleep, and a bowl of milk or cream or something left out for them.

"It was a kind of symbiotic relationship I guess. It was what the Fae did, it gave them a sense of identity, and without that, they'd fade away. Or something. They never really told me what exactly would happen if they didn't do that.

"Anyway, in America it became rather silly to believe in magic and things like that, so the Fae were exiled. About a year back, they started returning. And they gravitated towards people with the right ethnic background to take up the old business. 'Cept that New York is the Great Melting Pot, and we had Fae fighting each other over Mortals. Which could have gotten them exiled all over again."

"Are there Fae here in Fandom?"

"Do I have a Fae?"

"Well i think there's actual Selkies in Selkie Cove, but those aren't the same kind of thing. They're Fae, but they aren't so much domestic spirits. The only other Fae I've encountered here is the bad one that possesed Pippi. Do you know where your family is from?"

"Um. ~~Not really, but I'm working on a fic involving JConnor's wife in the Wild West and thus making his family tree have more loops than 6 Flags.~~ Cali, somewheres. Haven't really done a family tree. Are the Fae family dependant? Territorial more than person based?"

"It's an ethnicity based thing." Tim explained. "My mother's family is from Russia, so we've got a Bannik living in our apartment, my dad's side is mostly Irish with a bit of english, so I also wound up attracting a Banshee, and a Hobgoblin."

"Sounds like you've got a menagerie. Wow. Your neighbors must love you."

"Most of our neighbors can't see them." Tim smirked. "that's another thing about my world. If you're not open minded enough to accept the unusual, you won't see or hear it. A guy could be face to face with a dragon, and see it as a buick or something because everyone knows there's no such thing as Dragons. Their brains filter it out."

"Heh. Wonder if I can see 'em. How do you know?"

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