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Illegal Alien | | hellsjustice

“Yes, I am,” the Doctor replied without hesitation. Though there was a touch of arrogance in his voice, for the most part it was simply the truth. It seemed this man was no slouch himself and he hadn’t tried to deny the observation which was refreshing.

He listened to the man’s questions, to his proposition of sorts. It wasn’t the affirmative he’d been hoping for but at least the man was listening. “Yeah, look, I know how it sounds. It’s about to get a lot weirder, though, so buckle in.” Leaning forward once more, the Doctor decided there was no point in doing anything but laying it all on the table. If Matt could hear his heartbeats then he’d likely know a lie when he heard one anyway.

“Right, so, bit of general knowledge first off. Mysterious man with two hearts, that’s me, I’m an alien. I’m called a Time Lord. Now, Earth is considered a level five planet under intergalactic law. That means you’re not space-faring and don’t possess the proper technology to detect alien activity in your space. Intergalactic law protects you as a developing species but that doesn’t mean everybody plays by the rules. Hostile species like to take advantage of Earth from time to time and people like me are the ones who stop them. Strictly freelance, you understand. Bit of a free spirit, me. I go where I like. Although Earth has become something of a special favorite over the years.”

He paused for breath, drumming his fingers on the table. “Now it’s not every day I give somebody this much information to start with, but it’s not every day I’m at the mercy of the human legal system either. You seem like an intelligent sort and I need your help.”

It also wasn’t every day that he landed in hot water in America. In Britain, UNIT would have been all over the situation by now, but their New York branch apparently hadn’t got the memo. “What if I told you that your ‘Union Allied construction building’ was nothing more than a front for a hostile alien plot bent on dominating humanity for the purpose of slavery, hm? It’d sound a bit daft, wouldn’t it? Believe me, I know. So, tell you what, use your mobile and call a number only I can give you, tell them you’ve got the Doctor in custody, and see how fast you get a response. Y’see there are agencies on this planet who know me and they outrank you. They outrank your police. And they understand that if I’m stuck in here, then that’s very very bad news for all of you.” He folded his hands together on the table top and sat back. “I’ll wait.

#thetenthlordoftime #illegal alien #DW crossover

The Doctor’s rather blunt explanation was met with lingering silence as he extracted his cell phone from his pocket, and fingers were left to delicately graze the bumps indicating each number with no effort made to actually push any of them. In the moments to follow, he simply allowed himself to absorb the information and consider his options. There was part of him that wondered if, perhaps, this was an issue for the psychiatrist, but, in truth, this was no stranger than a magic hammer or a man with an iron suit.

The comment about Union Allied being involved in a plot for world domination made him scoff. What was even more hilarious was how out of the way the Doctor seemed to find it, “It’s not as crazy as you might think.”

Finally, Matt returned his cell phone to his pocket and folded his hands over the surface of the desk, “I won’t waste your time with bureaucracy. I think we already have enough of that to worry about. I’m willing to work with you on this, but I’m going to give you some background and then we’re going to set a few ground rules. I get the feeling there’s a lot about this you don’t know.”

Again, he focused his hearing to reassure himself, one last time, that they were alone before he dared to speak, “Union Allied is own by a man named Wilson Fisk. He’s a very bad man. You name it, he’s into it. He’s got connections with the Russians, Chinese, Yakuza. He’s got more money than he knows what to do with and more blood on his hands than anyone I’ve ever known. Wilson is the type of man to kill and then kill again to cover up his crimes. Everyone’s in his pocket. Cops, judges, you name it. Maybe even someone at the paper. My friends and I have been trying to bring him down for a while, but he’s...almost untouchable.”

After a moment to allow his information to sink in, Matt spoke again, “That brings me to my first rule. Don’t tell anyone what you know. Fisk’s people will kill you and make it look like an accident--if you’re lucky. If you’re not lucky, they’ll torture you before they kill you. Then they’ll kill everyone you care about to make sure there’s no one left to raise any questions. The second rule is watch your back. He has eyes and ears everywhere, and his people could be watching when you least expect it. Don’t trust anyone.”

Illegal Alien | | hellsjustice

The Doctor lifted his head when he heard the door open again. He opened his mouth to resume his protest only to shut it again when he saw the new arrival was a stranger. He rubbed at his eyes and bounced his feet, trying to keep calm as the man rattled off his charges.

The familiar question drew a small, half-hearted smirk. “Haven’t got one. S’just the Doctor. Nice to meet you, Matt.” He was just on the verge of launching into a renewed line of protest when the second question caught him truly off guard. He whipped his head up and around, wondering if there was something he had missed. “…No…” he answered a touch uncertainly. “Just you an’ me…”

For the first time he really looked at the man across the table from him, leaning forward a bit as he studied him closely. He took in the glasses, remembered the stick he’d come in with. “No, but- Wait! Yesss!” he began excitedly. “You– can’t see, can you? So you’re listening for heartbeats! Oh, that is brilliant, that is! Clever humans! Universe can’t stop you, can’nit? Only I’ve got two of ‘em and that’s throwing you off!” He beamed and leaned toward the man conspiratorially once more.

“So now, d’you see why I’m not supposed to be in here? I don’t belong here, Matt. This planet needs saving and that means I’ve got work to do. And I can’t exactly do it shackled up in here now can I? What do ya say? Think you can help me out?”

#illegal alien #thetenthlordoftime #DW crossover

Matt wasn’t sure if he was more concerned or impressed by the fact that this man, the Doctor, was capable of so accurately putting the pieces of the puzzle together, “You’re a very smart man, Doctor.” It might have been wiser to deny it, someone so intelligent could pose a threat to his nightly activities if he took an interest in the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, but he’d earned honesty if only for the brilliance of the deduction alone.

Perhaps even more keenly than before, Matt listened when the Doctor launched into his defense. He listened for upticks and rapid beats of his heart--for any hint of a lie.

He wasn’t.

Whether the world was in danger or not, whether he belonged here or not, he, at the very least, believed what he was saying.

“You say the world is in danger. From what? You have to know how all of this sounds. A mysterious man with two hearts who was just accused of breaking and entering into a Union Allied construction building is telling me he’s on a mission to save the world. Do you have any idea of the feathers you’ve ruffled? I have experience with these people. You’re lucky they didn’t just shoot you and call it a day.”

A heavy sigh burst beyond the confines of his lips as he once again claimed his seat opposite of the Doctor, “That’s why I am inclined to believe you, but you have to give me a little more to go on than that.”

Will said nothing more for the time being, seemingly tuned into how Matt seemed to navigate his surroundings with no trouble. It wasn’t that he’d thought lesser of someone blind, but he admittedly wondered what it would have been like if he, himself, had not been able to see. Would he be as competent in navigating the area as Matt? What would have it been like if he’d never gotten to see his brother’s face when meeting him for the first time?

He caught himself; realized he was delving into his empathy a bit too much for a first meeting.

“I..” What did he do for a living? Well, for the time being, he was quite content in his home. Will could easily recall when he worked for the FBI. When he was a professor, when he’d been out on the field, himself. “–I used to be a criminal profiler. I.. Stay at home, now.” He’d prefer to leave the hunting out.

#I LOVE THIS #OMG #hallucinatorydesign #crossover

For the first time since their meeting, Will lied to him. Whatever was going on with his job, it was complicated, and Matt was not yet in a position to question him further. Part of him wondered if this newfound protectiveness he felt over the other man was dangerous. After all, the man sitting across the table, whether they were related or not, barely knew him. Still, he represented something else to Matt. He was a remnant, the only remaining proof that there were others who shared his blood. Will was a living, breathing representation of everything he’d ever loved and lost, and that made him precious.

“Do you know anything about our family, Will? I’d like to tell you, if you’ll let me. There isn’t much I can tell you about our mother, but our father...He never knew you existed; otherwise, I know he would have wanted to know you. Unfortunately, he’s gone now, but if he can’t know you, I would at least like for you to know him. He was a brave man. A good one.”

Illegal Alien | | hellsjustice

“Oh, c’mon! Look, you don’t know what you’re doing!” the Doctor complained loudly as the police officer dragged him toward an interrogation room. Normally, he would have sonicked his way out of the cuffs twenty minutes ago and been back to the TARDIS in time for tea. In this particular instance, his sonic screwdriver had been confiscated first thing. Something he was still incredibly bitter about.

“You have one phone call. Might I suggest an attorney?” The officer’s tone was bemused and just a bit smug when directed toward his loud and rambunctious charge.

“I don’t know any attorneys! Why would I know any lawyers!? And how would I even– …pay for one…?” The Doctor’s face fell as he realized exactly how much of a bind he’d landed himself in.

“If you can’t afford a lawyer then one will be provided to represent you at the hearing.”

The Doctor balked. “Hearing? I haven’t got time to wait around for a hear–” But the door had shut with a heavy clang and he was alone. He thumped his head down against the table and made a small noise of inconsolable frustration. Humans.

#thetenthlordoftime #illegal alien #crossover

Voices emerged from just beyond the door before, again, it opened. Matt passed over the threshold and excused the police officers, waiting for it to close before he used his walking stick to feel for the chair he knew resided at the table opposite of the man whose name they couldn’t give him.

Perhaps that was what had interested him in the first place.

A hand located the back of the chair, and he guided himself to a seated position before collapsing the stick and placing it within his pocket, “My name is Matt Murdock of Nelson and Murdock, and I’ll be your attorney--if you’ll have me, of course.” A brief smile crossed his lips before fading again as quickly as it had come, “You are accused of breaking and entering, invasion of privacy, and a whole host of other things. Why don’t we start from the beginning, hm? What is your name? The officers say you call yourself the Doctor.”

For the first time since entering the room, Matt focused his attention on his hearing, tuning in to the sound of his heartbeat if only so that he might determine if the other man was lying. It was the extra one that gave him pause.

Firmly, hands claimed the arms of his chair, and he pushed himself onto his feet. Something wasn’t right. All signs indicated that there were two people present, but there was an extra heartbeat as strong and distinct as the two that were meant to be there, “Forgive me for asking, but how many people are in this room right now?”

"I love you. What? No. I don't. Forget I said anything."

Instantly, a million convoluted thoughts raced through his mind. First and foremost, he thought of Foggy. He could hear the flutter of his heart when the two were near, just as he could hear the racing of Karen’s now. His second involved his nightly activities. The notorious ruins of his social life wasn’t just for show, it also happened to be true. Who trusted a man that disappeared at all hours of the night with no explanation as to where he was going?

“Karen.” What could he possibly say? It wasn’t as if he’d been oblivious to the fact that she had some budding crush on him. Of course he knew, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. Please, try to understand that there are reasons my relationships always fail, and I value your friendship too much to lose it.”

#OMG I CAN'T #neverquiit #meme

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

“I’m just saying that you should see a doctor. No one I’ve ever met smells that much like a dog.” Not even quite a dog, and not a particularly dirty one at that. His heightened senses meant he could decipher animals of all kinds, from the squirrels chittering in nearby trees to cats perched in windowsills. Vaguely, Matt frowned as he lifted his arm to display the teeth marks imprinted in his forearm, “-and so should I now that you’ve bitten me.” Finally, his laughter emerged beyond the confines of his lips as he allowed for a slight shake of his head.

#meme #romanibeast #WHY

“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”

“I know where my lines are. It doesn’t seem to matter, I might have to cross them anyway. I might want to. I could say there is no other option–it would be easier that way, but there’s always something. There’s always a better way. He just doesn’t deserve it.”

#hallucinatorydesign #meme #YES

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STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!

*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.

FOR AMIGOS;

“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”

“You were right. As per usual.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”

“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”

“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”

“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”

“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”

“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”

“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”

“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”

“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”

“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”

“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”

“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”

“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”

“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”

“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”

“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”

“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”

“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”

“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”

“How much money do you have on you?”

“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”

“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”

“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

FOR LOVERS;

“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”

“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”

“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”

“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”

“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”

“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”

“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”

“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”

“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”

“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”

“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”

“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”

“My dog licks better than you do.”

“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”

“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”

“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”

“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”

“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”

“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”

“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”

“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”

“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”

“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”

“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”

“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”

FOR TEXTERS;

[text] This is upsetting my poop.

[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.

[text] So it involves feces and large birds.

[text] She said that to you? Why?

[text] Please come back. I miss you.

[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?

[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.

[text] …did you just send me a nude?

[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.

[text] I don’t know why I said that.

[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.

[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.

[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?

[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.

[text] Please. I need this so badly.

[text] I trust you completely.

[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.

[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.

[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.

[text] I will not get you donuts.

[text] Please? I love you.

[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.

[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.

[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.

[text] You’re cute.

[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

[text] Fuck off.

[text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.

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“Crap, that didn’t come out right.” He can seriously have a heart attack over how much he’s afraid of being offensive. “Yeah–I’m good.”

#LOOK DMITRI #HE LOOKS LIKE YOUR MOTHER #innocentiiae

“Relax, I only engage in cannibalism on Tuesdays.” Without hesitation, he extended his hand toward the other man, “My name is Matthew.”

“I am.” He’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel that discomfort that came along with gradually having to warm up with someone, though he figured it would do him no harm. “I’d suggest one, as well.” Then again, he was certainly biased regarding the animals; he couldn’t be the one to ask. He watched with no disguised interest as the man laced his order, and he followed his lead, ordering blend for himself.

It was strange, getting a good look at his face. Will was momentarily taken by it, brows knitting together in consideration. “There is,” he concluded, and were it not for the need to at least be welcoming, Will might have kept to himself afterward. “Do you have a family of your own?”

#OMG #I CAN'T #hallucinatorydesign

His head bowed when the question of family came up, a rueful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “No, no. My relationship failures are kind of notorious.” Again, he fell silent when the footsteps of the waitress grew nearer, and he took the opportunity to once again place the glasses over his eyes.

When the woman placed the cups in front of them, he angled his head in her direction, “Thank you.” He waited until she walked away to reach for the cup and take a drink, “What do you do for a living? If you don’t mind me asking. Please, don’t let me make you uncomfortable with my questioning. Maybe it’s the lawyer in me.”

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❝ Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going–you okay? ❞

“That’s alright, neither was I.” His smile betrayed the fact that he was merely teasing, “I’m fine. Are you?”

#OMG #NO #innocentiiae

Did he have any other family? Of course. A family of his own, now. One he never imagined he’d have, one he’d done everything in his power to protect. A life settled down was what he apparently needed all along, he realized. An addition to the family wasn’t entirely unwelcome, but he was hesitant; he’d quite liked things up until now. But maybe this would be for the better.

There was that inkling of curiosity regarding how Matt seemed to fare while navigating the space around him, almost as though effortlessly. Of course, Will didn’t bother prying, simply spotted a table and was observant in case the man required any assistance in settling down. “A husband,” he finally managed. “A few dogs.” Though, a few wasn’t quite scratching the surface.

#KLADLFKJASDF #OMG #JUST PRETEND HE'S WEARING A SHIRT #hallucinatorydesign

Once Will chose a table, Matt located the chair with his walking stick and claimed the back of it before seating himself, “You’re married.” It was a simple, lighthearted statement. The idea seemed to comfort him somehow. His own personal life was...complicated. Usually nonexistent. His night time activities tended to make him suspicious at best. Mention of dogs made him laugh, his head rolling back on his shoulders, “My friends desperately want me to get a seeing eye dog. I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

He could hear the footsteps of the waitress before she arrived at the table, and by the time she asked them what they wanted, he’d already discerned the smells and made his decision, “Brazilian roast, please. Black.” Again, he directed his focus to Will, patiently waiting for him to order and for the waitress to leave before he spoke again, “So, tell me, is there a resemblance?” As if to aid in the answer, he reached up to claim the glasses and guide them from his nose.

Hurt rp Starters

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"

"Tell me where it hurts."

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?"

"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."

"This is gonna hurt..."

"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"

"It's all swollen up..."

"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"

"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."

"I think you have a concussion."

"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"

"Here, lean on me."

"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."

"What the hell happened to you!?"

"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."

"We need to get the bullet out..."

"Oh my god, you've been shot!"

"Did... did you get beat up!?"

"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."

"Look out for that car!"

"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"

"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"

"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."

"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"

"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"

"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."

"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"

“I didn’t imagine I’d be in this situation.” Bluntly put, and true for the both of them. Suffice to say, he wasn’t quite sure on how to react. It was new information, and life-changing, if he’d let it be. But there was always the chance that they might never get into contact again, which was a very real possibility. Still, perhaps it’d be good for him to get to know what was the remainder of his blood family.

Soon enough, he pulled over, stepped out of his car and slipped his hands into his pockets. They were at one of the local coffee shops; small, cozy. One Will had become a frequent customer at. Once the other joined him, he spoke again, gaze trained on him for only a brief moment. “It might be.. Good to have a change of pace,” an absent remark. He wasn’t sure if he believed it just yet.