Villainous Chaps Fanfictions

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I couldn't be more happier that my love for the characters and bringing all their worlds together has inspired others to do the same. Down below, you will find wonderful fanfictions based on Adventuring with Villainous Chaps, crafted by the fans of my story.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. :)

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(Submitted by Katie G.)

Okay, first let me tell you something. I ain’t Sarah D. Dude, I’m not nearly as awesome as her, nor will I ever be….

But, eh, what the heck, I’ll try anyway.

I’m Katie. My last name? Well, I unrealistically hope to someday make it Greenleaf or something…

But anyway, I’m a bit of what Sar calls a “tough girl.” I don’t like real-life guys. Not really, anyway.

Yeah, yeah, this ain’t about me anyhow… Let me just give you a quick bit on how Sar and I met, and how I got caught in this vortex of utter, complete, freaking madness.

I live a few states from Sarah. How’d we meet? Internet. You see, we’re both writers (if you hadn’t noticed), Facebook admins on various pages, and well, NERDS. In a good sense, of course.

So, she started blogging this weird stuff… About “the boys”... The T.A.R.D.I.S… WHAT THE HECK, LEGOLAS GREENLEAF???

Anyhow, I of course started asking questions. Serious questions. Questions like, “Can I come along, too?” And, “PLEASE???”

So, yeah, Sarah’s great, so now I’m sitting here on the T.A.R.D.I.S. surrounded by megalomaniacs (oh, yeah, Sarah’s here, too) who would as soon kill me as look at me. Luckily, Sarah was able to convince the dim-wits that I was her cousin or whatever, and that royal blood flows through my veins.

Anyhow, she made this really dramatic, fervent speech about it, and it kept me alive, so that’s all that matters from my end of the revolver (which Joker was pointing in my face for a solid 10 minutes).

Well, you know the drill, we set off for Asgard (dude, you have no idea how freaking excited I was), and ended up crash landing.

In Africa.

In the jungle.

Yeah, to say I was second-guessing my decision to come along was an understatement, especially after being bitten by a bug for at least the eight millionth time.

Of course, Sarah was into exploring. I was, too! As much as I was into exploring the inside of a live crocodile’s mouth…

The longer we stood there, just outside the T.A.R.D.I.S., the more disconcerted I began to feel about the fact that the trees were moving overhead.

Without wind.

And a shadow.

That moved with the trees (yeah, I’ll be back in the T.A.R.D.I.S. if you need me. And it had better be for a life or death situation, otherwise I might make it one).

Joker shot a few rounds at the shadow, but to no avail.

“Are you *bleep*ing mad? Those rounds are coming down somewhere, and I hope the land right on your brainless head!” (The Master was in his usual pleasant mood, as you can see)

“Well, excuse your mouth, mister Master, but there are now two ladies present and I expect you to speak and act as such,” cooed Moriarty. I swear, I’m gonna kill ‘im, even if Sarah likes him so much. He drives me to insanity and beyond.

Which might explain a few things.

But anyways, the Master came back with a smart remark, which Joker laughed at, then Snore-iarty (seriously, he snores so loud, he could wake all of God’s creation) yelled at both of them, which turned into a fight, then Sarah yelled at them not to act like such children and to behave themselves or she’d make them sit on opposite sides of the T.A.R.D.I.S. for the rest of the trip. Seriously, she should be their mom.

While they were doing that, there was more rustling. And more sounds. And--

“WHAT IN THE LIVING HECK!?”

Yup, that got their attention.

There, standing right in front of me, was some dude, naked except for a loin cloth. In all honesty he looked exactly like--

“Tarzan??” said Sarah, almost as shocked as I was.

“YES, thank you! I’m not the only one! But seriously, is that even a possibility here?”

Sarah smirked, “Girl, I’m in the middle of recording our trip to Neverland with Evil Pan and Tinker Bell, and you’re asking if it’s possible that Tarzan actually exists?? Besides, why don’t you just ask him?”
“Ohhhh, yeahhhh…

“Are you Tarzan?” If there was a point system for bluntness, I’d be number 1. Just sayin’.

The wild-man cocked an eyebrow and grinned. “You know me?” He asked, half flattered, half confused.

“Yeahhhh, it’s a long story… But, hey, where’s Jane?” (I’m also not the best with introductions…)

I regretted the question as soon as I asked it. Tarzan’s face turned from an expression of happiness to one of grief. “Jane left.” (Hey, at least I’m not the only blunt one here!!)

If Sarah was concerned, I was on the verge of a panic attack.

“What!? But you two had your happily ever after! Everything was perfect!! Why would she leave??” (Hey, I might not be the best in communication, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not passionate)

“She had no choice. Doctor came, took her. Years ago. Said she was needed in her own century. I did not know what he meant.” Tarzan looked quizzically at the weird box of weirdness and time travel behind us. “He lived in a box like that. Disappeared when he went inside.”

Sarah and I looked at each other, our jaws dropping. The Doctor!!

Now, this situation had pros and cons…

Pro #1, we were onto his trail!

Pro #2, this meant a mystery, which I really enjoy figuring out.

Con #1, Master was also onto his trail, and he meant to kill the Doctor.

Con #2, we had no idea where to look.

“Did he say which century by any chance, Tarzan?” I said, trying my best to sound investigative.

“Century 21, I think he said,” he replied.

I squealed, “Sar, know what this means??”
Master growled, “She’d have to be a bigger idiot than she is to not be able to figure out what that means.”
I got ticked off bad at that, but before I could even open my mouth, there goes Lucky Charms…

“Don’t talk about my wife that way!! She’s almost as brilliant as I am!”

Yup, I’m gonna murder him.

“Master, take it back or I’ll make you take a fist to the face, Dory-arty simmer that Irish temper of yours down about 317 degrees, k?”

Master grumbled an apology (if you can even call it that), and Moriarty glared at me.

“Alright, boys, looks like we gotta go again!” Sar said, excited.
“Um, Sar? We’re broken down, remember?” I reminded.

“Oh… Yeah… About that…” said the Master, looking sheepish.

“Yes, Master-of-nothing?” (I’m so obnoxiously sassy at times, I annoy myself)

Master glared at me for a second, then continued, “My intel said that we could find the Doctor here, so, um, I sort of, kind of, um…”

“Spit it out, man!” Thank you, Sarah…

“Faked a crash landing??” Master ducked his head, ashamedly.

“What? No!” Sarah yelled. “No, no, no, no, no!! I’M the Queen, *I* call the shots!! For the eight millionth time!! Understand??”

Master shifted his glare from me to Sar. “Yes, your majesty,” he said with incredible sarcasm. (#SarcasmGoals)

Sarah ignored his sassiness and turned back to Tarzan. “Hey, you think you could come with us? You’ll be able to help us find her. You know her personality and her style much better than any of us. Whaddaya say?”

“Find Jane? Of course!” Tarzan was obviously delighted with the prospect.

Joker groaned, “Must we bring the primitive beast along? We’ve already got the professor, do we really need another half-wit coming along?”

Boring-arty nodded along with Joker until he finished, then interjected with a quick, “Hey!”

“You’re all half-wits…” I grumbled.

“Katie, be nice,” said Sarah.

Apparently time-travel makes me cranky…

So, there we were. On our way to the 21st century. To be perfectly honest, I was borrred! Nothing had happened like it had in Sarah’s blog posts, and I was kinda frustrated.

But hey, we were going to meet the Doctor and Jane Porter!

So, we landed nicely. But as much as Master claims to know how to work the darn thing, he sucks at parking the T.A.R.D.I.S.

Long story short, we had to wait to get out until the traffic light changed so we could avoid being hit by a bus in the middle of London.

Before we got out, though, the Master got an outfit for Tarzan so we could avoid undue negative attention and possible arrest…

Anyhow, we let the Master lead us for the most part, as he knew London excellently (as much as Tory-arty claimed to know his way around, he sucks at remembering road names as bad as the Master sucks at parking the T.A.R.D.I.S.).

We decided to look around Rose’s former neighborhood, thinking the Doctor might be reliving the old days for whatever reason. Well, we were wrong, to say the least.

Nuttin.

Zilch.

Nada.

All of the sudden, a thought came to me. “Wait!” I yelled, but no one listens to me except Sar, so she had to yell at the boys (again) to hold up.

“What’s up, Katie?” she asked.

“The Doctor has a T.A.R.D.I.S., the one he took Jane with. We also have a T.A.R.D.I.S.!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Your point?” said Master, sassily as ever.

“My point is, there’s at least two T.A.R.D.I.S.’ s in existence, then! The Doctor thought that his was the only one left in existence!” I replied.

“So? He was wrong about his being the only Time Lord left, too,” Master crabbed.

“Well, fine, then, I just thought it was a cool realization, is all,” I huffed.

After I kill Four-year-old-arty, the Master is next…

We wandered London for a while, then Sarah’s and my stomachs began a growling contest that was even louder than Moriarty’s snoring.

“Are you hungry, dearest?” asked Moriarty.

Sarah glared at him for a moment, letting him know very plainly that she would deck him if he called her “dearest” again.

“Yeah, sure, it’s okay, I’m just a nobody who doesn’t even exist. Heck, I don’t even need food, I’ll just stand here, languishing away to nothing. Sounds like a plan.” (Yeah, apparently time travel gives me a dull headache and makes me very cranky)

“You okay?” asked Sarah. “You’re usually so perky.”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just tired and hungry, I guess. I think I’m also a bit dehydrated. If we can find something to eat and something to drink, preferably water, I’ll be good.”

“Water? But my Sar Bear likes Pepsi.” (Seriously, I’m gonna kill him in about two seconds)

“Well, then, she can have Pepsi, and I’ll have water,” I growled.

“Master, do you know any good places to eat? We’re famished back here.”

Sarah. Is. My. Hero.

The Master spun around on his heel and looked at Sar and I for a minute (I’m not gonna lie, I used my very best puppy eyes that I use only for the most desperate of situations, such as injured animals, horses I want [still haven’t gotten one], and my growling stomach)

“Sure, I’ll buy.”

Sarah and I stared at each other in wonderment. He wasn’t being crabby for once!

“Uh, thanks, Master,” Sarah said.

“Sure. It’s not like either of you could pay for it anyway.”

At first I thought he was making fun of my obvious broke-ness, but then it dawned on me.

Yeah, I don’t even know what kind of currency they use in Britain these days.

We came to this bakery sort of place that reminded me of Cracker Barrel (y’know, with the bakery part and the restaurant part) where we got--

Yeah, we got tea and crumpets (well, they got tea, I opted for ice water). So British, my Scottish blood was crying. No, seriously, I think I might be the first person ever to cut the inside of my cheek on a freaking crumpet. Like, HOW!? THEY’RE THE TEXTURE OF FREAKING PANCAKES!!

Anyhow, we were finishing up, when two familiar people walked in.

“Psst, Sar,” I said as I elbowed her next to me.

“Way ahead of you, girly,” she said.

There, being seated two tables away from us was Dr. Eric Selvig and Darcy Lewis from Thor!!

“I’m gonna go talk to them, tell the boys I saw some old friends who are apparently on holiday,” I whispered in my best British accent as I rose to go talk to the famous scientist and ditz.

“Hello!” I greeted them, still in a British accent (hey, I need to ask some good questions and be as discreet as possible. This has nothing to do with the fact that I love speaking with a British accent). “My name is Kathryn. I’m an astronomy intern, and couldn’t help but notice Dr. Selvig here. Would you mind if I pulled up a chair for a few moments?”

Darcy shrugged, “Sure! I’m an intern, too! But since my boss disappeared mysteriously, I’ve been following Eric around when I’m bored.”

“Jane Foster disappeared? When?” I asked, quite shocked.

“Yeah, she probably just ran off with Doctor Mystery Name since Thor left again. She’s the biggest baby I’ve ever seen, to be honest,” said Darcy.

“Doctor Mystery Name?” I asked, wondering if my secret presumption was correct.

“Yeah, just called himself the Doctor. Didn’t want anyone to know his real name, I guess. He was kinda weird. Went around wearing 3D glasses and carrying a little metal stick he said was a “sonic screwdriver”, whatever that’s supposed to mean,” Darcy rolled her eyes.

BINGO!!

“SARAH!!! We’re back on the trail!!” I called, accidentally losing the Brit style accent.

After a bit of a commotion that involved Joker tripping over a chair (breaking it), Moriarty jumping on a table with his muddy shoes (London is really wet, by the way), and the Master cussing them both out while Bane stood in the corner, glaring at the other three villainous chaps (that dude is disconcertingly quiet, most of the time), we ended up continuing our conversation with Darcy and Dr. Selvig at a park bench about a block away.

Of course, there were questions about my fake British accent, which I explained quite sheepishly.

But anyhow, come to found out, after Thor went back to Asgard (again), Jane went back to sulking in her mom’s basement until the Doctor showed up with his T.A.R.D.I.S. and essentially (like he does with every one of his companions) swept her away on an adventure of a lifetime. Darcy didn’t know where they went exactly, she had a feeling that they were probably headed for Asgard, as that was just about the only thing that she could think of that would snap Jane out of her apathetic-to-everything-but-Thor phase.

“Well, Sar, whaddaya think?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer to the question.

“What do I think? Girl, you know what I think! Let’s go to space!” she replied.

“Hey, can I come?” asked Darcy.

After a lot of grumbling from the boys about taking yet another female on board the T.A.R.D.I.S., Sarah made the monarch decision to take her along. She even offered to take Eric along, but he didn’t want to go anywhere near where Loki had been, even though we assured him that Loki was dead. (wink, wink)

So, there we were. On the T.A.R.D.I.S. yet again, headed towards Asgard yet again.

I noticed a couple things as we sat there doing nothing on our way through the time vortex.

#1, We were looking for two different Janes now, haha!

#2, Tarzan wasn’t happy. Probably because he felt as if we had abandoned the search for Jane Porter, so I decided to talk to him. Which was fairly simple, since I was sitting next to him.

“Hi.” Wow, my conversational skills are so amazing…

Tarzan just looked at me for a moment, then said, “Hello.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “You seem a bit droopy.”

“We have abandoned Jane, and I’m so far from home. I don’t understand anything that’s happening.” Well, his English is a lot better than it was when I first saw the film…

“We haven’t abandoned Jane, it’s just that we have no leads on her specifically, so we’re looking for the man who took her. He’ll be able to tell us what happened to her. Understand? We’ll find Jane Porter,” I said.

With a jolt, we hit something solid.

“Well, Earthlings and Time Lord, we’ve landed!!” said Sarah jubilantly.

“Hopefully in the right place this time,” I said, looking accusingly at the Master.

The Master rolled his eyes, “Yes, we’re in the right place, now quit your whining.”

I ran over to the door excitedly, poking my head out to be met by a sword tip in my face.

“How did I not see you pass?”

“Oh, brother…” I groaned. “Guys, you all had better come on out,” I called behind me.

Out filed the whole of us, Darcy coming last, her eyes wide with wonder (almost as wide as Heimdall’s as our band kept coming, and coming out of this tiny box).

“I know you,” said Heimdall, pointing at Darcy.

“Wait, you do?” she said, confused.

“Yes, you are Jane Foster’s friend. What are you doing here? What is that?” Heimdall asked, now pointing at the T.A.R.D.I.S.

“Oh, yeah! You know where Jane is?” asked Darcy.

I stepped in to explain as quickly as possible before we ended up in security cells below the palace. “We’re here looking for Jane Foster and a Time Lord that goes by ‘the Doctor.’ That,” I said, pointing at the T.A.R.D.I.S. “Is our ship. It’s Time Lord created, bigger on the inside than on the outside. You probably couldn’t see it because it travels so fast, faster than Thor.”

“That’s impossible,” said Heimdall. “The Time Lords are extinct.”

The Master stepped forward, smirking arrogantly, “I am a Time Lord, Keeper. One of the few left in the universe. I am willing to submit myself to a medical test to prove my race.”

“I see,” said Heimdall, still a little skeptical. “And what is this creature?” he asked, pointing to the Joker.

“Believe it or not, he’s actually human. Psychotic, criminal, but still human,” said Sarah.

“Criminal?” asked Heimdall.

Oh, snap.

“Yeah, the Time Lord, the Joker, the little Irishman, and the guy in the mask are actually criminals, however Sarah is the queen, and they do her bidding,” I tried to cover.

So, yeah, prison’s cool. Never thought I’d go there, but there I was. The Joker, Bane, and Moriarty were right at home there. Figures. The Master kept grumbling about wanting to make sure that the T.A.R.D.I.S. was well taken care of. Tarzan was in an extra bad mood, sitting in a corner by himself. Sarah, Darcy, and I slouched in a corner away from everyone else.

“Well, this isn’t exactly what I expected when I asked to come along,” said Darcy.

“Yeah, me neither,” I grouched.

Then I did something incredibly mature. I began laughing hysterically. Like, seriously, I think I made the Joker proud.

Once I could speak intelligibly (which was several minutes, mind you), I said, “Sarah, you’re becoming a regular jail bird! Middle Earth, Neverland, Asgard! You should get refrigerator magnets for every prison you get locked up in.”

“That’s what I’ve done,” said the Joker.

“Yeah, well I didn’t ask for your input, Clown-Face.” Yeah, I thought this would be a blast, adventuring with villainous chaps. Now I wanna kill them all.

Crap.

I’m turning into one of them.

I pouted for a while more, a guard came around with rations, I picked at my food, I pouted some more…

Dude, pouting was literally becoming part of my regular routine on this adventure, nightmare, whatever it was.

After about three hours, I looked across the hall at our neighbors in the other cell (well, our neighbor), and laughed hysterically. Again. (seriously, guys, I’m losing it)

This time, my laughing lasted a good while (like, longer than last time), so I just pointed.

“THE DOCTOR!!!” the Master fairly screamed. “Just my luck!! I’ve finally found him, and now he’s out of my reach.” Now he was pouting.

It took forever, but Thor finally came down the hall, entering the cell with us (still not sure how he did that). Darcy yelled his name, and ran over to hug him. Thor accepted her hug awkwardly and then drew away. “Darcy! What in Odin’s name are you doing with this lot?”

“Well, gee, thanks,” I grumbled (I’ve been doing that a lot lately, it would seem). “Some of ‘this lot’ are actually law-abiding American citizens, just being dragged along by a bunch of villains.”

Thor ignored me, and Darcy responded, “I’m looking for Jane! She ran off with that guy across the hall, and she hasn’t come back! Do you know what happened?”

“Yes, Darcy, Jane is safe. In fact she’s waiting outside the dungeon to greet you when you get out in just a moment. What happened? I talked to Heimdall, so I know everything you told him. They are preparing a test in the healing room for that one,” he said, nodding towards the Master.

“Well, they were tracking that Doctor guy down, and so were Eric and I, so I decided to join them. And that’s pretty much it,” said Darcy.

Thor glared at us all for a moment, his eyes resting on Sarah and I for a few seconds to the point where it was awkward. Like, what was the big deal?
“Who are the two other women?” Thor asked Darcy.
“Yeah, cuz we’re totally incapable of speaking for myself,” I continued to grouch. In my defense, my dull headache had turned into a migraine from laughing and the bright lights.

“What is wrong with your eyes?” asked Thor, actually sounding concerned.
“My eyes?” I asked. “Nothing’s wrong with them. I have a headache, but that’s about it.”
“Your pupils are severely dilated. Have you hit your head on anything?” He asked.
“What?? Not that I remember. My head is just pounding and thinking hurts,” I fairly whimpered.
My migraine was beginning to intensify and I was starting to get sick to my stomach. I was also still dehydrated, which didn’t help my head at all.

I rubbed my temples, closing my eyes to try to block out the yellow glow of the cell walls.

When I opened my eyes, I glanced over at the Doctor’s cell. He was scrutinizing every one of us individually, stopping on the Master for a moment, glaring intensely.

“Very well,” said Thor, interrupting my observations. “Guard, escort Darcy to where Jane is waiting and let her go. I and another guard will take the younger girl and the one who claims to be a Time Lord to the Healing Room. I fear the girl may have a concussion.”

I didn’t even protest. I was past the point of caring. My head was pounding to the point where, if I had been able to speak a straight sentence, I would’ve made a pun about being able to hear the drums.

So, there we were. I was lying flat on the table while one of the healers looked into my eyes and tried to figure out what was wrong with me. Meanwhile, I just wanted to shut my eyes and try to keep from becoming physically ill from the pain in my head.
While I was concentrating on not throwing up on the healer, in comes Odin, quite unhappy with Thor.
“What have I told you about bringing mortals into the Healing Room? Especially prisoners,” he boomed.
I groaned as my head swam and I felt like passing out. In fact, it would have been better for me to have passed out than dealing with the pain in my head and stomach.
“Father, the girl is severely ill, and this one claims to be a Time Lord. We are currently putting him through a few tests to see if this is indeed true,” Thor responded.
“Not severely ill,” I said. “I just need some rest away from a ton of bright lights so I can get rid of this headache.”

Yeah, I shouldn’t have spoken.
I retched and was left gasping for breath. Nothing came up, which was a bit of a relief. It would have been a bit embarrassing to have thrown up in front of the King of Asgard and his son.

Odin, who has the gift of finding maladies through touch, put his hand to my head while I just lay there awkwardly, still breathing hard.
He muttered a few things under his breath, thinking to himself. He rubbed my temples lightly, as if trying to work the stabbing pain out of my head.
Yeah, didn’t happen.
“Loki,” he finally said. “Loki has done this.”
I moaned again. “Fantastic.”
“How, Father? He is locked in the dungeon again,” said Thor.
“Your brother is powerful, my son. He will use the young and vulnerable for his purposes if he has to, which seems to be what has happened here.”
Great. I had a god in my head. A villainous one at that. No wonder it hurt so bad.

“I have an idea. How about someone just hits me on the head really hard. That should do it,” I moaned sarcastically.

“Well, it worked for Eric and Clint,” Thor mused. “But I'm not sure how well it would work considering that Loki doesn't have full control of you yet.”

“Well, I don't exactly wanna wait until he has full control of my brain! It's worth a shot either way. Let the Master do it. He's crabby right now and probably wouldn't mind punching someone in the head.”

Odin just continued to look at us like we were both insane and that he should banish the whole lot of us.

So, yeah, Master was crankier than I originally thought,and didn't wait to get permission from Thor or Odin. But at least now I wasn't feeling nearly as bad as I had been feeling. Thor verified the Master's Time Lordship, then we headed back to the prison where Sarah kept asking if I was feeling better, which, in itself made me feel better (I never denied being an attention hog, okay??).

Thor let us out of the dungeon and invited us to dinner,which was nice, but going to a fancy, 14th century style dinner with a bunch of modern villains isn't and will never be one of my favorite things.

Well, here comes the big shocker…

Jane was, of course, at dinner. As she approached the table, Tarzan leapt to his feet.

“Jane!” he cried joyously.

“Wha??” I said profoundly.

Jane ran into Tarzan's arms while Thor gaped with no small amount of displeasure.

“Wait, wait, WAIT!!” Sarah interjected. “Jane Foster and Jane Porter are one and the same??”

Jane blushed as she began to explain. “My father's last name is Porter and my mother's maiden name is Foster. At some point during my childhood, my mother disappeared and was presumed dead. My father was heartbroken and to cope, became a traveling naturalist, one of his childhood dreams. We, of course, went to Africa to study gorillas where we met Tarzan.

“Well, we stayed there for a while and then the Doctor came along saying that he knew where my mother was and that she needed me. I went along and did indeed find my mother who had taken to going by her maiden name. “She didn't know how she had come to the 21st century, but she did know a bit about the Doctor, who disappeared just after dropping me off. Well, the years went by, I became a bit of an astronomer and physicist, met Thor, and the rest is history. But I never forgot Tarzan.”

I was still shocked to silence, however Darcy is never such… “Wait, so why's the Doctor in prison now? Isn't he a Time Lord, too?”

“What? Another Time Lord?” Thor said, speaking up for the first time after seeing his girlfriend jump into the open arms of another dude. “For being extinct, they sure do show up a good bit.”

The Master cracked his knuckles to my right, and I gave him The Look, which didn't intimidate him at all (but Sar’s glare that came from across the table did).

Thor grouched for a few seconds, then rose and left, mumbling about running a test on the Doctor.

“He still didn't answer my question,” Darcy complained. “And how come you never told me about your life in Africa, Jane??”

“Well, he was an unknown outsider, which automatically makes Odin suspicious, especially since his wife died. That, and I think Thor was jealous, even though there was absolutely nothing between us,” Jane added quickly, glancing at Tarzan worriedly. “And Darcy, it's not like you would have believed me!”

“After meeting a guy from outerspace, I'll believe just about anything, Jane,” said Darcy.

“Well, you're not wrong…” muttered Jane.

So, yeah, I was still dumbfounded.

JANE PORTER AND JANE FOSTER WERE THE SAME PERSON.

We stayed the night in the palace, Sar and I sharing a room for the sake of being around a fellow woman after being outnumbered 2 to 1 by villainous chaps for a few days.

Well, I didn't sleep terribly well (who can while staying in FREAKING ASGARD), and somewhere around 2 am I heard whispering in the garden below the window.

I stuck my head cautiously over the sill, and there below were the two silhouettes of Thor and Jane.

I tip-toed over to where Sarah was sleeping on the other bed, and poked her a couple times to wake her up (WARNING: for your own safety, never do this).

I motioned with my head towards the open window, and we tip-toed over to eavesdrop…

And heard nothing.

Jane and Thor are good whisperers…

Next morning, we went to breakfast where the only appearance Thor made was to tell us that he had set the Doctor free and he had left in the night (ever seen a grown man throw a hissy fit? Cuz the Master did, and it was almost amusing), and that we were to leave after finishing our meal by order of Odin. Jane included. (Oh, and he took back the gold candlesticks that the Joker had stolen from the room he'd been given.)

It was a very quiet meal; even Darcy kept her mouth shut.

So, there we were, aboard the T.A.R.D.I.S. once again, the Master setting course for Africa to take Tarzan home.

We landed with unusual smoothness, around the same time we had left.

“Thank you for helping me find Jane,” said Tarzan, glancing at the sorrowful form of his girlfriend sitting in a corner. “Goodbye. And goodbye to you, too, Jane.”

“I'm coming with you, Tarzan. I should never have left you, and I'm sorry. If you still love me, I'll come back,” said the shadow.

Tarzan's eyes lit up, and tears of joy filled them. “I love you, Jane,” he said simply.

Jane ran into his arms once again, kissing him.

Darcy gaped. “But Jane, I'll never see you again!”

“I'm sorry, Darcy, but I have to make decisions, and this is the best one I can make.” Jane hugged Darcy. “You've been a great friend, and I will never forget you. Goodbye, girl.”

YES, I CRIED, DEAL WITH IT.

Tarzan and Jane stepped out of the T.A.R.D.I.S. and we all waved our final fairwells.

We dropped a very sad Darcy back in London with Eric, leaving it to her to explain to Jane's mom what happened.

Then it came…

“Sarah?” I said quietly.

“Hm?” she asked drowsily.

“I think I'd better go home.”

“How come??” she asked, obviously surprised.

“Well, it's been fun and everything, but I don't know if I'm cut out for this, know what I mean?”

The Master nodded happily (I didn't know he was even capable of smiling, let alone being happy) “I do, I understand completely. I'll set course.”

Sarah glared at him as he ran to the control panel, then looked back at me. “Are you sure?” she asked.

I swallowed and nodded.

We arrived within a couple minutes, thanks to the Master's eagerness to be rid of me.

I gave all the boys a handshake and gave Sarah a bear hug (seriously, people, she's awesome).

“Just email me if you change your mind, k?” she said.

I nodded and ran out the T.A.R.D.I.S. door before I burst into tears--

Just in time for dinner.

Classic.

But it wasn't until I was in bed that I realized…

“So THAT'S why Jane isn't going to be in Thor: Ragnarok!!” I yelled unintentionally (thank goodness my family are all deep sleepers). “Dang spoilers…” I muttered to myself, rolling over and pulling the covers up before drifting off to sleep.

The End

(Maybe)

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