//------------------------------// // Part 2 A Dazzling Beginning: Chapter 5 Wild Wild Dress // Story: The Destroyer and Her Doctor // by Justice3442 //------------------------------// The Destroyer and Her Doctor Part 2 A Dazzling Beginning Chapter 5 Wild Wild Dress Dearest Heart crinkled her nose as she looked at the screen in front of her. “Well, that was unexpected. Subtle but unexpected…” “Yes, I caught it, too,” The Doctor replied. “It must be a residual effect of the D.Q.P.T. for anyone who comes into contact with our counterparts. The machine starts picking up their thought waves and suddenly we’re treated to what they’re doing even if the alternative you and I aren’t around.” Dearest Heart trotted over to a chalkboard that was filled with numbers, letters, and any number of symbols that filled the entire board. She closed one eye and stared intently at the board. “Need any help, dearest?” “No, no,” Dearest Heart replied. “I got this.” “Okay, well… you know you could always get the kids in here to untie me and I could probably be more help!” Dearest Heart opened her eye again and turned with a mischievous smile on her face. The Doctor was still tied in place to a hospital bed that was sitting at a diagonal angle. “You're doing fine there, honey.” The Doctor shot Dearest Heart an unamused look. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Dearest Heart unfurled her wings and held the tips close to each other to signify ‘a little bit’, then turned back to the equation.  She closed one eye again and stared at it briefly. “There it is!” Dearest Heart said as she pointed with a forehoof. “Some slight… room for variances in the dimensional viewing equation.” “Just say D.V.E!” The Doctor exclaimed. Dearest Heart rolled her eyes. “You and your acronyms.” “Yes, I refer to that as Y.A.Y.A.” “An-eee-waaaaays, there is some bleed over from the tracer. I guess we lucked out that the wavelength particle computa—” Dearest Heart sighed “—The W.P.C.M.—” “I love you,” the Doctor said. “— translated the extra data without a hitch.” Dearest Heart paused for a moment, turned, and smiled. “And I love you, too.” “Awww…” The Doctor replied in an affectionate tone. Dearest Heart’s mischievous smile returned. “But I’m still leaving you tied up.” The Doctor shot Dearest Heart a slightly miffed glare. “Awww!” -ooo- In stark contrast to the relative calm the TARDIS had enjoyed its last few trips, the latest one was currently a bit bumpier, louder, and involving quite a bit more sparks and fire. The likely culprit in this case seemed to be a yellow piece of luggage that was lying on top of one of the TARDIS’s center consoles along with a number of colorful cloth cohorts in the shape of women’s clothing. Klaxons blared, red light flashed, and bright, dangerous flashes of fire and sparks flew out from the TARDIS’s control consoles as The Doctor quickly grabbed the luggage case and tossed it to the ground. The Doctor circled the consoles, pressed buttons, turned dials, and flipped switches all while removing clothes and tossing them behind him. In contrast to the haste he did this in, the Doctor seemed remarkably calm. This would also be in stark contrast to the other individual occupying the TARDIS. “Sorry!-Sorry!-Sorry!-Sorry!-Sorry!” Debra repeated as she desperately attempted to keep her balance as the TARDIS pitched and yawed. “It’s fine!” The Doctor shouted. “Just sit down before—” The TARDIS suddenly began to roll slightly. “Sor-AH!” Debra fell downwards, her face suddenly getting up close and personal with one of her skirts with a ‘THUD!’ “—Before THAT happens!” The Doctor cried as he ran to the opposite end of the consoles. He snatched a pair of gray panties from the console, grabbed a lever with his free hand, and pulled on it hard. The TARDIS lurched one more time as the alarms quieted, the lights switched off, and the fires and sparks abated. “Phew…” The Doctor wiped his brow with the item in his hand moments before he realized exactly what he was holding. He glanced away from the panties in his hand and casually tossed them behind him before his eyes landed back on Debra. Debra merely lied amidst her scattered clothing, face-up on the chrome metal floor of the TARDIS. Seemingly dazed by what had just happened, or possibly content to simply lie on the floor less the act of her standing cause another catastrophe, she made no effort to stand up. In fact, only her eyes moved to find the Doctor as he stood above her. Once eye contact was made the Doctor nodded towards Debra, specifically to something under her waistline. His message delivered, the Doctor broke eye contact and examined the high ceiling of the TARDIS. Debra craned her head up slightly to see her miniskirt might have been a poor choice given the position she found herself in. She quickly scrambled into a sitting position and forced her skirt down. “I’m sorry!” “Awww, no worries,” The Doctor said cheerfully. “I mean… After that whole thing back at your apartment, I’ve already seen—” “Not that,” Debra replied as she shook her head. She stood up and looked down at the floor. Her cheeks burned crimson as she continued, “I mean… I tripped and threw an entire luggage case at the control center of a space ship slash time machine! I could have sent us both into a heart of a star… or a black hole even… and-and… I’m sorry!” The Doctor said nothing. He instead walked with deliberate steps up to Debra who flinched and continued to look down as the Doctor was suddenly right in front of her. For a moment, nothing happened. Then Debra felt a hand on the top of her head. She looked up. Hand still on her head, the Doctor regarded Debra with a blank expression for a moment. He suddenly smiled. “Don’t you worry about that! I mean… I suppose it’s possible you can accidently send the TARDIS somewhere that would destroy it and unfortunately us with it, but the ol’ girl can take quite the beating.” The Doctor glanced up briefly. “Plus the chances of that happening are so astronomical I might even need an abacus to help me figure out the odds there. I mean…space is really, really ginormous.” Debra chuckled. “Is that the scientific term for it?” The Doctor nodded. “Oh, clearly. Space is just gargantuan and mostly filled with empty…” The Doctor frowned as he trailed off slightly, “…space.” Debra nodded. “Okay, but I still clobbered your control console there.” The Doctor lifted his hand off Debra’s hand and walked over to the center of the TARDIS. “Oh, I’ve hit it much harder than that. Believe you me.” The Doctor smiled as he gave one of the consoles a loving pat. “The occasional intentional or incidental act of aggression helps remind the TARDIS who’s supposed to be in charge.” “So we’re… just out in the middle of space somewhere?” The Doctor took a few steps to look at one of the TARDIS’s displays, a display which had a gray bra hanging off a corner. “Actually—” Debra practically dove for the bra, nabbed it, and went for the floor with an “Ahh!” ‘THUD!’ “—we’re still on earth.” Debra rose to her feet, rubbing her forehead. “Ugh… So... What…? We just changed places?” The Doctor shook his head. “No, we’re in a different time, too.” He turned to Debra and smiled. “Want to go outside and see where and when we are?” Debra simply blinked a few times before responding. “You don’t want to check where we are using the instruments or anything?” “Where’s the fun in that?” The Doctor asked as he grabbed Debra’s hand. He walked towards the door at a rapid pace, dragging Debra behind him as she attempted to keep up. “One of the best part of traveling like this is the joy of piecing together where we ended up,” the Doctor said as he threw open the door. The Doctor and Debra were met with a sunny sky over a dusty dirt road and side of a windowless wooden building. The Doctor looked left and right. “Okay, a deserted alley. Not a bad place for the TARDIS to sit quietly while we scope out our surroundings,” the Doctor said as he turned and closed the TARDIS doors. Debra frowned slightly as she stared at the blue police box sitting against another wooden building in between two stacks of unused lumber. She nodded at the TARDIS. “Aren’t you afraid someone is going to come down here and see it?” “Naw,” the Doctor replied. “It’s not like anyone but me can get in, and besides, when most people see a strange blue box as they’re walking about, they just scratch their heads and ignore it.” Debra chuckled. “If you say so.” “Oh, I do say so, indeed!” The Doctor replied. He grabbed Debra’s hand and started walking at a rapid pace. “Come on.” “Wha!” Debra exclaimed as she was once again pulled along by the Doctor. The two soon found themselves out of the alley and staring into a bustling unpaved street filled with horse-drawn carriages, men in dark suits with wide-brimmed hats, and women wearing dresses or long-sleeved shirts and skirts that went well past their feet and dragged on the ground and holding parasols.  Single and two-story buildings of wood, brick, and adobe lined the street as people came and went all directions. “Oh my gosh!” Debra exclaimed. She turned to the Doctor with an excited, happy smile on her face. “I think we’re in the Wild West! Oh this is so cool!” The left side of the Doctor’s lips pulled into a frown. “I just hope we don’t run into any cyborgs.” “Uh… Why would we run into any cyborgs in the Wild West?” The Doctor shook his head. “It’s not important. Well, shall we ask someone where we are and what year it is?” Debra raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that a little bit embarrassing? I mean… I’m sure we can find a newspaper or something.” The Doctor shrugged. “Sometimes I find a newspaper, but often I just walk up and ask.” “You just ask what year it is?!” The Doctor shrugged. “Well, after all this time I have learned to be subtle.” Debra gave the Doctor a sideways smirk. “Do tell.” “Oh, you know… You just saunter up to someone, stand right by them, and casually ask—” “Well you’ve got my attention. How much?” a gruff voice asked. “—how much? Wait, what?” Debra and the Doctor turned to face a man with close cropped hair and a goatee wearing a gray scarf, unbuttoned brown jacket over a grey shirt, brown denim jeans, and a brown cowboy hat. A belt with a pair of brown handled silver six shooters hung around his waist. The man took a break from leering at Debra’s bare legs to look at the Doctor. “How much is the girl?” “What?!” Debra cried. “I’m not for sale!” The man cocked his head as his features tightened. “Well I’m not buyin’ you lock-stock-and-barrel. But how much is an hour?” “I’m not a prostitute!” Debra exclaimed. “Well, this is awkward,” The Doctor commented. Debra grit her teeth. “Oh, I’m sure it’s much worse for me.” “Come on!” The man said. “You’re tellin’ me you just decided to walk around like that and you’re not tryin’ to drive up some business? Don’t tell me you just walked out the door without remembering to put pants on. I mean… It happens to the best of us, but—” Debra sighed. “LOOK! I’m just… underdressed for the occasion… or period of time…” The man furrowed his brow as he stared at Debra, his eyes lingering on her own for a second. “Wait… Is this hagglin’?” The man asked. “I mean, if you want to haggle, I think I should get a discount ‘cause of those messed up eye—” “Why Jayne Cobb,” stately voice called out, “you ol’ rapscallion. Up to your old tricks of hassling the good people of Albuquerque?” The man named Jayne let out a sigh as two men approached. The man who addressed him had short, dark hair under a black cowboy hat and a smart, modest mustache and soul patch. He was dressed in a long black coat over a white shirt, black pants, and black boots. Two pearl handles to a pair of revolvers stuck out from underneath his coat. The other man sported a much larger but no less well-kempt mustache that reached down a bit past the ends of his lips. From his hat to his boots, he was dressed almost completely in black, also with a black hat and buttoned coat. Only a white shirt peeked out from under the jacket and a black tie. The Doctor’s face lit up. “We have a city!” Debra massaged her temples. “Still trying to get over being confused for a prostitute, thanks,” she said glumly.   The man named ‘Jayne’ turned to face the two interlopers. “Just trying to help local business.” “No he wasn’t,” Debra said through clenched teeth. “I’m not for sale.” The man with the bushy mustache spoke, “Why don’t you leave these two alone? I’m sure you can find more receptive girls at one of the local brothels.” Debra groaned and covered her face. “This isn’t as much fun as you promised,” she said to the Doctor. “Don’t worry,” the Doctor said as a leaned closer to Debra, “it’ll get better.” Jayne scowled at the two men. “You know I have a gun for the each of you.” The first man gave Jayne a faux concerned look as he began to absentmindedly finger one of his pearl handles of a revolver. “Why, Jayne. Are you threatening two men of the law?” The other man shook his head, chuckled and looked at the first man. “Can’t believe you said that with a straight face.” The first man grinned. “Why my dear Wyatt, with devotion’s visage and pious action we do sugar o’er the devil himself.” Debra and the Doctor’s eyes suddenly lit up at the name ‘Wyatt’. “Forget it Jayne,” Wyatt said. “You know Doc would burn you down by the time you got your hands on those pistols. You best move along now.” Jayne let out a frustrated moan and turned. “Frickin’ marshals ,” he uttered as he walked off. ‘Doc’ smiled at Debra and the Doctor. “I do apologize for Jayne. He’s... well… I guess he’s just something of a troublemaker.” Debra said nothing, instead opting to stare at Doc with wide eyes full of joy and wonder. The Doctor glanced at Debra then chuckled as he turned towards ‘Doc’. “Well, no harm done.” Debra shook her head and shot a miffed glare at the Doctor. “Speak for yourself! That was not a super-great experience for me, thank-you-very-much!” Debra exclaimed. She turned to look at Holliday and Wyatt. “Thanks for getting him to leave though! He was creeping me out…” ‘Doc’ smiled. “Think nothing of it. Mrs....?” Debra gave Doc a slightly surprised smile. “Miss,” she corrected. “Miss Hart. Debra Hart.” ‘Doc’ tipped his hat. “Doctor. Doctor Holliday. John Henry Holliday.” “I KNOW!” Debra said excitedly. “You’re Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp! Oh this is so cool!” Holliday chuckled and turned to the man in black. “Well, Wyatt, it seems our reputation has preceded us.” Wyatt tipped his hat towards Debra. “It seems it has.” The Doctor looked at Debra with a smile. “I told you it’d get better.” He turned and extended a hand to the two gentlemen, each one taking it in turn. “‘ello. The. The Doctor. Doctor The Doctor.” The two men stared at the Doctor blankly. “You can call me ‘Doctor’.” Wyatt raised an eyebrow. “Just… ‘Doctor’?” Debra giggled. “Trust me, it’ll go a lot faster if you just go along.” She turned to the Doctor. “Oh-my-gosh! I can’t believe I get to meet the Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp. We’re really in the late 1800’s!” Doc and Wyatt exchanged a pair of confused glances. “Forgive Debra,” the Doctor said. “She’s read all about you.” Wyatt frowned. “Well don’t believe everything you read in the papers, Ms. Debra. They’re a bit fond of publishing unsubstantiated rumors.” “And slander,” Doc added with a raised index finger. “Best not forget the slander.” Wyatt shook his head. “Would if I could, Doc.” “So!” The Doctor began. “It feels very… 1880ish to me. What do you gentlemen think?” the Doctor turned to Debra and grinned. “Early 1880s, perhaps?” Debra buried her face in her hands. Holliday and Wyatt exchanged yet another confused glance. This one with a touch of concern. Holliday turned to face the pair again. “It’s the year of our Lord 1882. April 26th if you needed the day.” “See!” the Doctor said to Debra with a beaming smile. “The year, and date!” he said in a proud tone. Debra removed her hands. “How was that subtle?!” she groaned out. The Doctor folded his arms across his chest and looked up towards the sky. “Alright, Miss Picky. Next time you can figure out what year it is!” “Are you two… alright?” Wyatt asked. “Just capital,” the Doctor replied. “Why do you ask?”  Holliday gave the Doctor a blank look. “Where does one even begin?” Wyatt nodded towards Debra. “Well for starters, you look like you’ve been the recipient of some rough treatment, ma’am.” The Doctor and Debra looked at each other blankly before smiles crossed their faces. “Hehe, they must think—” “My bruises!” Debra said as she pointed at her face. The Doctor nodded and pointed as well. “Your bruises!” The Doctor and Debra turned back to face Holliday and Wyatt. Debra waved a hand about dismissively. “I fall down a lot.” The Doctor nodded. “Oh my, yes!” “Just like… all the time!” “It’s really extraordinary!” “Sometimes it’s just a few steps then, pow, I’m on the ground!” The Doctor’s expression turned serious. “Yes. ‘Pow!’ It’s quite alarming, really.” Debra’s expression suddenly matched the Doctor’s. “It really is!” “She could seriously hurt herself!” “Oh my gosh! You have no idea!” “Poor thing is lucky she hasn’t broken any bones!” “It’s true! It’s so painfully true!” Holliday and Wyatt stared at the Doctor and Debra, turned to stare at each other, then turned back to stare at the Doctor and Debra. “Well, we won’t keep you,” Wyatt said. “Right,” Holliday said, “you two enjoy your stay in Albuquerque, now.” “Oh, we will!” the Doctor assured. “Totally!” Debra chimed in. Wyatt nodded. “If you don’t mind me saying, ma’am. You should consider getting a longer skirt. It’ll keep the local undesirables from giving you too much grief.” Debra let out a startled squeak and thrust her hands in front of her legs. “Right o’,” the Doctor replied. “We’ll get right on that.” With a tip of their hats, Doc and Wyatt turned and walked away into the busy street. The Doctor turned towards Debra with a smile and pointed. “Well how’s that for a first trip? Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp.” “Shhhh!” Debra said as she closed her eyes. “Hold my hand.” “Uh… right.” The Doctor did as instructed. “What do you think, Doc?” Wyatt asked amidst the sounds of the busy avenue. “I think those two should be committed to the nearest asylum post-haste.” “They’re talking about us,” Debra said. “Doc Holliday thinks we’re crazy.” “Well, he’s sure got our number,” the Doctor said. “Wait, you can hear them?” “Yes! Shhh!” Wyatt spoke again, “Don’t you think they were laying it on a bit thick? They seemed a bit more clever than they looked.” “Wyatt thinks we’re faking. That we’re smarter than we look.” The Doctor nodded. “He’s also got our number.” Holliday replied, “Misunderstandings and neglect create more confusion in this world than trickery and malice. It’s far more likely that brit and his underdressed companion are fresh off the train.” “Doc thinks we’re new in town.” “Wow, they are a sharp pair.” Debra clenched her eyelids tightly and craned her head. It was getting harder to distinguish Holliday and Wyatt’s voice from the others in town and hear them over the sound of horseshoes clopping and people going about their business. Wyatt continued, “So… You don’t think they’re to blame?” “As strange as our rendezvous with the pair was, I don’t think they’re cold-blooded killers. Believe me, I know cold-blooded and killing. Those two don’t look like they have the stomach for what we’ve seen.” “There’s apparently a killer on the loose,” Debra said. “Oh?!” The Doctor said in an excited tone. “I love a good murder mystery! What else do they say?” Debra tiled her head even further. “Good point,” Wyatt replied. “As peculiar as those two are, guess they don’t look like the type to slice someone up and set them on fire. We should—” Wyatt’s voice was suddenly cut off by the sound of a passing carriage. “The killer seems to slice up and burn the victims, and uh…” Debra shut her eyelids until they shook. “I… I can’t make out their voices anymore.” She opened her eyes. “They’re too far. Sorry.” The Doctor shook his head. “Sorry nothing, that was amazing! How’d you do that?” Debra smiled. “Well, my eyes are so screwed up, I’ve tried to sharpen my other senses and sort of drowned out the distractions and focus on one thing. You know… kinda like Daredevil.” Debra frowned. “Except I’m utterly incapable of fighting crime. With my eyes closed, I just trip less but bump into things a lot more.” “Well maybe we should get you a cane, but that still sounds brilliant…” The Doctor paused for a moment. “Hold on, why’d you need me to hold your hand, then?” “Uh… Pressure point!” The Doctor gave Debra a skeptical look. “There’s no pressure point in the human hand that would—” “HEY!” Debra exclaimed with a little too much excitement. “Let’s find a dress or a long skirt. I’d kinda like to walk around town without being stared at or accosted by strangers!” The Doctor motioned towards where they came. “I’ve got period pieces from all over back in the TARDIS. I’m sure you can find a dress or something that’ll fit you.” The Doctor gave Debra a knowing look as if he predicted what she’d say next. “And no. They aren’t from one of my former guests.” Debra chuckled. “Alright, lead the waAH!” Debra yelped as the Doctor suddenly yanked her hand. -ooo- “Well aren’t you just pretty as a picture of something pretty!” The Doctor commented as Debra stepped out of the TARDIS. She now wore a flowing gown of silver layers that had yellow buttons in the front opened around her collarbone with gold frills. A silver brimmed hat with a yellow bow adorned Debra’s head as she held a yellow parasol with white frills. Debra giggled. “Thanks! What are you doing out here?” The Doctor shrugged. “Just seeing if any murderers walk by or any murders take place in my immediate vicinity.” The Doctor frowned. “Preferably not my own.” Debra smirked. “You really want someone to be murdered right in front of you?” “Well, I don’t want that to happen…” The Doctor scrunched his lips slightly. “But it’s the sort of thing that happens with alarming regularity.” Debra stared at the Doctor a moment. “Geez! You really do live a life of scary adventure. Well let’s—” Debra took a step forward, her foot catching on her flowing dress. She immediately took a dive for the unpaved alleyway. ‘THUMP!’ The Doctor rushed to Debra’s side. “Debra, are you alright?” “I’wm fiwn!” Debra said from underneath her parasol. She made no effort to lift herself or her face off the ground. “I’wve juwst dishidewd Iw liff herff nowf.” “Now what kind of talk is that?” the Doctor asked as he grabbed the parasol and brought Debra up to her feet. He smiled wryly. “Guess there’s more hand holding in your future.” Debra favored the Doctor with a sheepish smile as she whipped dirt away from her face in lips. The Doctor handed her the parasol. She took it and regarded it for a second. “You know, this thing might kill me… I could trip and then suddenly there’s a pretty umbrella sticking through my neck.” “Well, I guess I better hold on tight then,” the Doctor said as he began walking with Debra’s hand in his own, this time at a much slower pace than the last few jaunts. “Now then,” the Doctor continued as he and Debra stepped back out into the busy thoroughfare and turned to walk next to the buildings, “keep your eyes out for anything out of the ordinary or anything out of place.” Debra frowned. “That’s a pretty big list considering what I know about you.” The Doctor pulled his lips to the left side of his face and bobbed his head left and right. “Well, on the plus side with me, whatever we’re looking for should stick out like a sore thumb, and-Oh, hello!” The Doctor said as his face lit up. Debra and the Doctor stopped walking as men dressed in suits and as cowboys spilled out of a wooden saloon. At the front of this group was Jayne who let loose a right haymaker into the face of a much nicer dressed gentleman. Another well-dressed man jumped on Jayne’s back before Jayne shrugged him off and turned to face him. Soon the street was filled with the sounds of men shouting punctuated by those same men letting their fists do the talking. The Doctor grinned. “That’ll do…” Debra frowned. “Well… it’s a pretty serious-looking bar fight, but I don’t see what—” “Shhh.” The Doctor hushed softly. “I’m listening.” “Uh… To what?” The Doctor tilted an ear upward.  “It’s like… singing sort of like a small chorus of girls going ‘ooooOOOOOOooooh, OOOOOoooooOOOoh…’ Got a tinge of psychic energy to it.” The Doctor tilted his further head slightly. “Something that makes people more open to suggestion… and aggressive and irritable I think.” “Whoa!” Debra exclaimed as her eyes narrowed. “You can hear psychic energy?! What the heck! That is just so unfair!” The Doctor nodded. “Definitely more aggressive and irritable.” The Doctor tugged at Debra’s hand and led her across the street. “Let’s try to get a closer look.” The Doctor frowned as he and Debra approached the massive kerfuffle. “Perhaps there’s a back or side door.” The Doctor expertly sidestepped brawling men and dodged misdirected punches all while pulling Debra behind him. Debra let out the occasional “Whoa!” or startled “Wha!” but maintained her balance as the Doctor navigating them both through the melee without either coming to harm. Soon Debra and the Doctor where behind the saloon, in between it and a brick building as they stared up at a door above a small staircase that was facing away from them. “There we go!” The Doctor said as he walked around to the side of the staircase, still holding Debra’s hand. “Now we just—!” ‘THUD!’  The door suddenly flew open and out ran a woman with orange curly hair with a yellow stripe through it that was tied up into a massive ponytail almost the size of the woman herself. She wore a black choker with a shining red gem around her neck, a dark purple dress with pink trim that showed off her cleavage, bare shoulder and arms and went down past blood red boots that kicked out from underneath it. She paused momentarily to stare at the Doctor and Debra with magenta eyes, giving them both a seductive smile and a wink before lifting up her dress and gracefully gliding down the stairs. She was followed by a woman with large, long purple twin ponytails with aqua stripes which looked to be tied up with large metal star headpieces. She also wore a red gem around her neck in addition to a teal-and-purple dress that covered just about everything from the woman’s neck down. Her dress also went past her boots, black and covered in silver studs. She paused to scowl with lavender eyes at the Doctor and Debra as if she was sizing them both up before she turned and ran down the stairs with the speed and ease of a dangerous predator. A third woman also came out the door. Her light-blue hair with a pair of dark-blue highlights was tied up in a single ponytail that first went up above her head before falling down all the way to her waist. In addition to the gem choker, she wore a dress that was held closed with silver clasps over a dark purple top which left her arms exposed. The purple top gave way to cascading lengths of pink fabric around the woman’s waist that went down to black boots covered with leather straps and small leather pouches. She paused to look at Debra and the Doctor with bright lilac eyes and give them both a happy, if off-kilter smile before she descended the stairs with all the elegance of a morbidly obese man who had just decided to go on a bender. All three woman took off away from the stairs and down the alley away from the Doctor and Debra. Debra stared at the three women with wide, surprised eyes. “What the heck was—” “Come on!” the Doctor exclaimed.  “—AH!” The Doctor suddenly broke into a sprint as he followed the girls and dragged Debra along who desperately did her best to keep up. “HOLD IT!” a commanding voice boomed out. Debra turned to see Wyatt fly out onto the stairs followed by Doc Holliday. Wyatt’s right eye was brushed and starting to turn blue. Blood was pouring down Holliday’s nose, turning his mustache crimson. Holliday stared down the alleyway before quickly reaching for one of his pearled handles. “Cover your ears, Wyatt.” “Oh, hell,” Wyatt uttered as he placed his hands over his ears “GUN!” Debra shouted. The Doctor turned then quickly stopped. He pulled Debra into a cross alley and held her close. ‘BANG!’ The gunshot echoed off the buildings in the alley and the Doctor and Debra could hear something wiz by them. The Doctor and Debra peeked out. Wyatt removed his hands from around his ears as Holliday looked down the alley with a quiet intensity. The three women had stopped and turned to face Holliday and Wyatt as an orange tuft gently floated to the ground. The Doctor suddenly rushed back out into the center of the alley. “Was that really necessary?!” he shouted at Holliday. Holliday wiped at the blood that was flowing from his nose. His white shirt had already been stained with the blood dripping out his nose. Hey let out a few rasping coughs before answering the Doctor, “Sorry, Doctor. I’m afraid I didn’t feel like running.” The Doctor glared at Holliday wand waved an accusing finger at him. “That’s no reason to fire a gun at three unarmed women!” A series of sinister clicks suddenly sounded out from behind the Doctor. “Uh… Doctor…?” Debra called out in a concerned tone. The Doctor turned. The woman in the twin ponytails held a pair of black handled revolvers in either hand and pointed them down the street up at Holliday and Wyatt. The blue haired woman had produced a short-barrel shot-gun from somewhere and also pointed it down the street. The woman with the orange hair looked at her companions, sighed, and reached into her cleavage. She produced a small silver pistol and aimed it at the two men. “Ooooooh, bugger…” The Doctor uttered. As he dove back towards the relative safety of the cross alley, a hailstorm of deadly bullets filled the alleyway.