After the laughter settled down between Oliver and me, we were left in a comfortable silence for a few moments. We finished eating our meal at about the same time as each other soon after we grew quiet though, and something had been bothering me for a little while now so I looked across at the kid again.

“You know… I don't really know you. And you don't really know me. That doesn't sit quite right with me, even if I wont see you again after all this.” I say slowly, and I can see the kids eyes dimming a bit as I said that. “Are you sure that… You won't?” Oliver asked slowly and hesitantly. I felt odd at the question. I knew for a fact that the only way that I would see him again, through some random chance, was if I was on a quest somewhere on the Doctor’s timeline. That meant danger to anyone involved. But, looking at the kid and recalling his weird little family, somehow I couldn't help but hope that I could see him again. Then I tempered those crazy thoughts as I reminded myself of the danger.

“If I do, then there's a good chance that you are the most unlucky kid alive.” I chuckle with a half smile at my own joke. “I don't get time off after all.” I comment, explaining myself a bit to the kid who looked a bit confused. That seemed to clear his confusion as he peered out down at the Auton corpse on the floor below us.

He looked back up at me, grinning like mad after that though. “I think that I would be the most lucky kid alive if that happened. Fighting aliens trying to invade the Earth twice? You kidding me?” He laughed a bit, with bright eyes. “If anything, I think I am going to be seeing a lot of you over the years. I heard something about a crazy agency that says they deal with aliens from Aaron. He is a bit of a ‘realist’ nerd, but he has some good sources every once in a while. Maybe I should take a look sometime.” He said, a little bit of a fiery light in his eyes.

Huh… UNIT, I suppose.

“I wouldn't be so confident in getting in with them.” I note, thinking for a second before snapping back to reality when he just gave me a sideways look. “And besides, you really shouldn't. You could be anything-” I started, before seeing him shaking his head with a bit of a smile and stopping myself. “I am going to be a bloody alien hunter then.” He announced with a wicked grin.

Well… the kids got a dream. It's not like he is some child dreaming of being an astronaut, no. This is the kid who saved my ass from that Auton and I saved in return. It's… not entirely unreasonable, sadly, to join up with UNIT or something and save humanity.

I rested my head against the edge of the metal platform and I could feel the cold metal poles start to cool down my neck.

Then I smiled. “Well kid, then maybe I will be seeing you around.” I said, already looking forward to it funnily enough. “Maybe next time you will be saving my ass more than I am yours.” I challenged a bit, and Oliver smirked at that. “You kidding old man? I am going to save your ass so hard that you won't know you needed saving.” He announced with bravado, his grin challenging me in turn.

“Ha!” I scoffed off his words, but I could feel the ghost of a smirk on my face as well. A challenge then.

We both seemed to forget my original statement after that. Maybe, just maybe, things would go from here through time. And space.

Wait- When did the quest turn into this? This is so cliche.

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So apparently we had that conversation way too early. That was a finisher exchange, when there is still all of tonight and the following day until the evening where I would just be kind of stuck in the not quite abandoned building. But I explained that and so me and Oliver weren't stuck in awkward silence, and Oliver left soon after to get some sleep after today's events. He did also promise to see me off tomorrow though, so he would be coming back.

I ended up going down to the table that I had slept on for every other night of this quest and falling to sleep fast, waking up in the very early afternoon and feeling pretty sore but well rested and with a clear mind.

I just stared up at the ceiling for a while, trying to relax on the hard wooden table with my jacket beneath my back and head. I had never felt high and mighty before… and sitting in the middle of an abandoned school really hammered home that I probably wouldn't ever.

Sleepiness be damned, even with my jacket beneath me my ‘bed’ was way too uncomfortable to rest on for very long. RIP table, I will not miss you when I'm gone.

I sat in the quiet rays of sunlight and the swirling dust, looking around aimlessly for a moment. Then my gaze caught sight of a pile of tools that I had arranged ages ago on another table for me to pack up to bring back to camp.

‘I had forgotten about those…’ I thought to myself as I stood up properly and went over to the pile before looking around for the fabric I had brought back here to make a bag out of to (hopefully) put everything in my inventory. Though I hadn't mentioned the bag thing when I asked for the ability or tried it out before, I felt logically it should work?

I still needed a bag first. And the fabric I need to make the bag… is gone. Oh! Right, I used it as a sling. Then tore it off when I turned into a werewolf, violently. Into ragged strips.

“Well, there should be more fabric than just what I had picked up.” I commented dryly before starting to walk slowly towards the mezzanine that would lead me to the second floor where the fashion room I got the fabric from was.

Anyways, I knew what I was going to be doing for the rest of the quest. Scavenging and cobbling together a bag for a bunch of old worn down tools in an abandoned school. Yes, very much what a multiversal traveling reincarnated magic werewolf that a pair of gods was sending on quests throughout time and space would do. Well, it's not like it won't be useful on the crazy uninhabited fantasy-esc island on the planet that a goddess made for me to live on.

Wow, I really dont get how my life is so grounded yet so insanely sky high in terms of insanity compared to a regular life. Well… as regular as you can get in a universe where there are thousands upon thousands of aliens and monsters and people with insane tech around, doing their things. Not to mention the life of the immortal Doctor running around everywhere in time and relative dimension in space trying to prevent the universe from collapsing and the lives of all the people he picks up through the centuries.

What a universe. What a life. If past me could see me now… Actually they would point and laugh at me as I walked through an abandoned building as they worked on electrical cables or design a bridge for the city. Or maybe point and laugh as they hunted rabbits in Canada. But that's beside the point. The fact that I can say that… Damn I have one heck of a life.

Laughing a bit at my life, I started to get to work on my scavenging.

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Oliver P.O.V.

“No! We are not going back! We shouldn't have gone in the first place!” Olivia protested, waving her arms around wildly. She was definitely having a panic attack…

I looked around me in the small club house and at the faces of everyone inside. Olivia hadn't ever been in here, and in fact I tried to hide it from her until today.

Noah looked pretty zoned out and was staring at the ceiling from his chair, holding onto his guitar on his lap silently. Noah being silent, despite not being able to talk due to some accident when he was a kid, though you wouldn't know it to look at him, was never a good sign. He was the definition of a hyperactive ADHD kid with his guitar.

Darin and Aaron were in a corner together as far as they could get from Olivia in particular and they were looking annoyed at her in general. Below the surface though, I could see that Darin was mad. At himself, I think. What Killiad said about survivor's guilt even when nobody died seems to be hitting home for him. Aaron looked puzzled though. Like he was thinking hard and things weren't making sense to him. That was fair. He was a bit of a science nerd, so werewolves and aliens… didn't fit.

Only June seemed to be fine really. She seemed a bit pissed and annoyed and rebellious, but then again… she always did. She is really soft with people, unless she was fighting them or angry with them, but she genuinely didn't really care about most things like earth shattering revelations about the universe. I kind of envy that. She was probably just pissed that she couldn't give a piece of her mind to the plastic aliens!

But unlike June, I had thought about what happened a lot. I couldn't do anything. At first, sure I helped out Killiad against the last mannequin. But after that… I slowed down Killiad when we were running to hide away when he was too injured to deal with things. Which only happened because I did not arrive in time to help fight before he was hit. Then I let Olivia and everyone over to his hideout, and they proceeded to attract the aliens to the room and us where everyone almost died. Killiad turned into a werewolf to save us, and that was a whole pile of weirdness that I didn't want to touch on, but it was so impossibly close.

Inches and a second would have been all it took for Olivia and me to die. The others would have hopefully been fine, they made it out before us, but I nearly got my sister killed because I wasn't ready. I wasn't thinking, and I didnt have the power or resources to deal with anything.

What I said to Killiad wasn't about seeing him. If I could fight alongside him, then I would know that I am better. I wouldn't be weak like that again if I could help it. And not just for me.

Olivia was talking fast, working herself up into a huge panic. “Olivia! OLIVIA!” I interrupted her quickly, holding her shoulders as I reeled her in, making her stop talking and look at me. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were red and raw. Not just from tears that I would assure her that I hadn't seen her give, but fear. I had seen people for what they were on the streets. It was hard not to when your single, alcoholic mom kicked you out of the house every chance she got. Her life had broken when she and I nearly died in that hallway. Mine did too, but I would not let her start stressing and shutting down on me.

“Calm down.” I said to her, looking her in the eye. She nodded and I released her shoulder, taking a step back.

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“Killiad is leaving this afternoon. I am going to say goodbye, and it's your choice whether you are going with me or not. He saved us, guys! It's the least we can do.” I explained, firmly and looking around, before letting my eyes rest on Olivia.

“Ok! Fine, I am going!” Olivia announced, looking annoyed but her face told me all I needed to know. “I am not letting you walk into an abandoned school with a crazy guy who might or might not be a werewolf.” Was what her face said, and I almost smiled in amusement at the way she would probably have said it. I doubted it would be nearly as nice.

“I am going.” June announced soon after Olivia, and I turned to see that her face seemed to light up at the prospect. I hesitated. “June, you can't fight him.” I told her firmly. She didn't seem to care, so I just sighed and looked at the other three.

Derin looked really opposed to the idea and was sitting back with arms crossed as he scowled at Aaron who was looking back at him. Then Derin sighed and gave a nod, prompting Aaron to turn back with a grin and give me a thumbs up.

Noah hesitated as I looked over at him. He bit his lip, looking around at everyone. Then he groaned and looked to the ceiling. “Alright! I am in!” He announced, as if giving in to some terrible idea he was being pressured into. Which was ridiculous. Nope, no pressure here at all.

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Killiad P.O.V.

This wasn't quite what I had in mind for a send off when Oliver told me he would be coming back. Apparently everyone else that he brought with him the first time, before the attack, ‘decided’ to come along too. At least that's how it looked as they all walked in behind Oliver on the platform and made their way down the stairs. Oliver was grinning, but everyone else was decidedly not. They didn't look happy to be back.

The big muscle bound emo girl was interestedly staring at me, but not in a negative or harsh way. The dude with the guitar seemed to be slinking towards the back of the group and seemed to be making himself smaller, not meeting my gaze but keeping track of me. One of the twins seemed to be looking towards me in a guarded stance while he stood with his brother who seemed to be looking almost as interested in me as the emo girl. Olivia was just glaring at me. Slightly hesitant when I looked over at her, but she also stood in front of her brother despite him walking around her to walk over.

I had just finished making a sack from all the fabric I had scavenged, and I was actually just about to test if I could put it in my inventory without having to wait for the quest to be completed so it could be a quest ‘reward’ and able to be stored. Though if it came to that, the sack might have been a time waster. Time that I could have used to figure out the ‘werewolf pendant thing’. Not that I think I could do much to understand anything by just sitting around and transforming a couple times and draining me before the quest ends. It seemed more of a practical experience thing. We would see.

I stayed in my crossed legged position on the table with my new sack to the left of me on the table. It looked like a bunch of cloth covering a bunch of tools at the moment. Most likely because that is exactly what it was. My spear by my other hand, resting against the side of the table

“Hello again.” I said to the room at large, looking around at everyone but staying seated where I was, hands in my lap. They looked on edge enough as is.

“Hey! I brought everyone over.” Oliver said back to me, grinning as he walked over.

“Just in time too. About ten minutes until I’m gone.” I complimented, looking out at the broken windows on the wall and looking out at the way the light shone with the almost setting sun. It was clear that it was almost around the same time that I got here three days ago by that, but I also knew how soon it would be due to the system starting an hour-long countdown (fifty or so minutes ago) to let me know the quest was almost over.

I have a feeling that this quest was supposed to either have me fighting the Autons until the timer ran out or not complete the side quests at all, but the wolf woman changed a lot of things.

“Ten? Why ten minutes?” Aaron asked hesitantly from a few tables over, looking over at me puzzled.

I grinned at that. “That's when my ride gets here.” I say, leadingly and kind of truthful but still grinning at my own words. I am going to surprise the hell out of these guys and it is going to be glorious.

“Just who do you work for?” Olivia questioned, trying to look disparaging and disdainful as she looked around but I could hear a genuine but hesitant curiosity in her voice and see it in her eyes.

“Well… myself kinda. Though the two upstairs are the ones who send me places like this every now and again. Just the three of us really, and they leave me alone most of the time as far as I can tell.” I explain vaguely, knowing that if I outright said I worked for a pair of divine beings I wouldn't do me any favours.

Olivia seemed rightfully unimpressed, but before she could say anything the tough looking girl stepped up looking completely disinterested in Olivia's words.

“I want to spar before you go. You and me.” She demanded firmly, stepping forwards. I blinked a few times at that. “Um-” I started, confused and about to say alright but Oliver interrupted. “NO! June! You can't fight everyone you meet!” He exclaimed, groaning as if this was a repetitive problem. I blinked again at that before grinning again. Honestly… that's the kind of cool problem with weird friends that I had all the time back... Wow that took me down a trip to memory lane. Real fighting wasn't a problem of course, but I’ll be damned if Ky didn't try to one v seven all of us in PvP every time we got together.

Oliver saw that and chose to not comment while June looked pissed, but did not argue as she walked around to sit on a table a little ways away.

“Ok…” I sighed out as I looked around at everyone around me. “First thing that I need to say to you all is I am so sorry.” I apologized, looking everyone in the eye individually.

“You shouldn't have been in the building at all and I didnt tell you what the situation was, like I should have.” I explained carefully “None of you should have been put in danger like you were.”

The room was a bit quiet after that. “Come on, that was positively tame.” June scoffed, easily breaking the mood with a bright expression as everyone turned incredulously to her. “There wasn't even any cheaters with guns like in a real fight. The werewolf thing was really cool though.” She commented, conversationally.

“Right…” Darin said slowly, glancing to his brother. “Actually for us it wasn't all that bad either, we just ran… and forced June to run. Oliver, Olivia and you were the only ones who really saw the whole thing. We realized that Oliver and Olivia weren't behind us, so we ran back but by the time we turned the corner you were standing over mannequins.” Aaron told me, and making me blink again, in confusion with some relief this time.

“Well that's good.” I said, relief sounding in my voice.

“Hell no!” June exclaimed suddenly, “I should have been with you three! I would have knocked those stupid plastic fuckers to hell and back for trying to touch Oliver! And Olivia.” She continued, furious.

I gave a nod to her, in some amusement. Then the room grew quiet as nobody seemed to know what to say.

Then a guitar sounded out in the background and I looked to see Noah sitting on the stairs to the platform, his guitar held on his lap as he started to play intently nodding along to the music as he played.

It was a bit of a fast song, with a bit of a classical adventure feel. Though it sounded a little more woody or fuller, if that's the right words, then classical. Nobody seemed to want to speak anymore once the music started, and we just sat around and listened as he played.

He played for a few minutes, the music rising and falling, going from calm to chaos to fear and then back to chaos. Then towards the end it slowly shifted to a slower, yet still chaotic tune that sounded more cautious but filled with relief and ease. Maybe a bit of hope and finality. Then he finished, looking up to Oliver and his friends before turning his head to me with a nod.

Olivia seemed mostly confused by the whole thing, but Oliver, June and the twins were looking between him and me. June settled first, seeming unsurprised and maybe even as if she was already thinking something and it was just reaffirmed as she turned to Oliver. “You know he’s got a point. Everything went insane, and nobody could have known any better. Besides, it's over now.” She commented, and I could slowly see what had just happened.

Noah communicated through music to his friends. I think he is mute… That right there is dedication if he is.

“Right.” Aaron agreed quickly, before smacking Darin. “Ok! He’s right. We should move on.” Darin agreed, giving Aaron an annoyed look and smacking him right back as he did. Aaron didn't seem to care and grinned over at Oliver and Olivia.

Oliver looked relieved, but also looked intently at his sister in front of him. Olivia was still glaring up at me, not giving any ground as I looked her in the eye. Then all of a sudden, her expression relaxed just a bit out of nowhere for a fraction of a second before her gaze lowered and she turned back to Oliver questioningly.

“We can trust him. And if you don't want to, trust me.” Oliver seemed to get the message she was giving and responded confidently.

Damn… that did not make me get a lump in my throat. Not at all.

I cleared my throat anyway and looked to the side of the room to a window where I could see the quickly fading sunlight to distract myself. I took a look at the system countdown that was in the corner of my vision, reading it quickly. One minute.

“Well… I got one minute and counting. Then hopefully none of you see me again…” I commented, turning my gaze away from the system window to face the kids around me. June, Aaron and Oliver frowned, though I could see Oliver was more of a determined frown while the others were disappointed for whatever reasons they had. Olivia seemed more relieved than anything. Noah just gave me a nod, with some curiosity in his eyes.

“See you around.” Oliver challenged me, rejecting my words with a grin. “I don't doubt it.” I challenge him right back with a similar grin.

Olivia looked like she was about to say something indignant, but then just deflated with a sigh and turned around to walk out. “I am heading home.” Olivia announced quietly and walked out of the room through the first floor and out of sight.

Thirty seconds.

“Wait! Before you go! Are there more werewolves?! Vampires?! Magic?!” Aaron asked quickly, looking panicked and dying to know the answer.

I grinned and paused, thinking back to the show. “Well… hard to say really. I would say no, but I can't really say. There is nobody like me out there though.” I responded slowly, and smiled at the kid's reaction as he seemed to be a bit let down but also relieved.

Ten seconds.

“By the way, there are a bunch of dead Autons all around the building, do you guys want anything with them?” I asked as I stood up on the table, grabbing my spear with one hand and my bag with the other, getting ready. The teens laughed a bit at that, though looking a bit confused as they stared up at me.

“Goodbye!” I said sincerely, smiling down at the group.

Three seconds. They all called out goodbye to me or waved as well, though looking increasingly confused.

I grinned. Time to blow these guys minds. I looked up at the ceiling. “BEAM ME UP, SCOTTY!” I shouted to the ceiling, grinning wickedly as I heard the beginning of gasps that were cut off half way as I found I was looking at a blank white room with a large system screen popping up in front of me.

I pumped my fist to my chest with a wicked grin as I laughed. “Always wanted to do that.” I exclaimed before relaxing a bit in the quest room and looking at the system screen.

I started reading it for only a second but then, as if it was glitching, a new system screen appeared in front of it.

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