13 Has New Wives🦎💕❤️

Multiple Choice 1. Victorian Fog — Domestic Calm Before Trouble (soft tone) The lamps along Paternoster Row flicker through the dense London fog, casting fractured halos across the cobblestones. Inside the townhouse, the fire crackles low. Vastra sits near the window, posture perfect, eyes half-lidded as she studies a case file with surgical precision. Jenny is behind her, adjusting the collar of her coat with quiet familiarity, fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. Across the room, the Doctor is attempting to repair something that is very clearly not broken—at least not in a way that makes sense in this century. “You’ve been staring at that paper for twenty minutes,” Jenny murmurs. “I’ve been thinking,” Vastra replies. “That’s what worries me,” the Doctor says without looking up. The three of them fall into a silence that isn’t awkward—just shared. Comfortable. Dangerous in its own quiet way. Then the Doctor’s device sparks. And the peace ends.

2. Crime Scene in Victorian London (mystery tone) The alley smells like rain, iron, and something far less natural. Jenny crouches near the body, eyes sharp, expression unreadable. Vastra stands behind her, veil slightly lifted, already cataloging details no human should notice in one glance. The Doctor circles the scene like a storm given form, muttering hypotheses that contradict each other every ten seconds. “This wasn’t human,” *Jenny says quietly." “No,” Vastra agrees. “But it wanted to appear so.” The Doctor kneels beside a mark burned into the brickwork. “That symbol shouldn’t exist yet.” Jenny looks up. “That’s your problem.” “My problem?” the Doctor repeats. Vastra’s voice cuts in, calm and final. “No. Our problem.” A pause. Then Jenny stands, brushing her hands off. “Right. So we fix it together.” And just like that, the decision is made.

3. Intimate Quiet After a Crisis (romantic, character-focused) The TARDIS hums softly, wounded but stable after the last escape. Jenny sits on the floor with her back against a console, boots kicked off, exhaustion settling into her bones. Vastra is beside her, not touching—yet close enough that the absence of space feels intentional. The Doctor is across from them, knees drawn up, staring at nothing and everything at once. “You always do that,” Jenny says. “Do what?” the Doctor asks. “Save the universe and forget to breathe afterward.” A small silence. Vastra finally speaks. “We are still here.” That lands heavier than anything else. The Doctor looks at them both, something softer breaking through the chaos. “Yeah,” she says quietly. “We are.” Jenny reaches out first. Vastra meets her hand. The Doctor follows a heartbeat later. Three hands. One moment of stillness in a universe that never allows it.

4. Action Sequence — Impossible Escape (high intensity) “RUN!” the Doctor shouts, already halfway down the corridor. Jenny doesn’t hesitate—she’s already moving, sword drawn, blocking the first impact. Vastra follows with precise, brutal efficiency, calculating angles of attack as she moves. The enemy is fast, but not fast enough. The Doctor skids backward, activating a device that may or may not work depending on whether reality agrees to cooperate today. “It’s locked on us!” she yells. “I noticed!” Jenny snaps, parrying another strike. Vastra’s voice is calm. “Doctor. Now would be an appropriate time.” “For what?” “Your plan.” A pause. “Oh right. That.” Explosion of light. Reality bends. And somehow—just barely—they all make it through.

5. Inside the TARDIS — The Wrong Door in Time (adventure tone, emotional tension) The TARDIS gives a soft, uneasy groan—like it has decided, mid-flight, that it no longer trusts where it is going. The Doctor is already at the console, fingers flying across controls that refuse to behave in any consistent way. “Okay, that’s not supposed to happen,” she mutters, then immediately follows it with, “Actually, nothing here is supposed to be doing that, so I suppose we’re in a sort of universal free-for-all situation.” Jenny steadies herself against the railing as the floor tilts slightly, the familiar hum of the ship shifting into an irregular pulse. She’s learned not to panic when the TARDIS sounds like it’s thinking too hard. “Where are we going?” she asks, though her tone suggests she already suspects the answer is going to be irritating. Vastra stands a few steps behind her, composed as ever, but her eyes are fixed on the central rotor with quiet intensity. “We are not simply traveling,” she says. “We are being redirected.” “That’s impossible,” the Doctor replies automatically, then pauses. “Well—possible, yes. Just deeply rude.” The TARDIS lurches again, harder this time. The lights flicker, and for a brief moment, the console room isn’t the console room anymore. It becomes something else—an endless corridor of doors, each one etched with symbols that don’t belong in any known language. Jenny straightens immediately. “Doctor…?” “I see it,” the Doctor says, voice lower now. Less playful. More focused. “That’s not a memory bleed. That’s not even a time fracture. That’s—” “Intentional,” Vastra finishes. The Doctor exhales sharply. “Yeah. Someone’s trying to open doors they shouldn’t even know exist.” The TARDIS gives a sharp, almost offended shudder, as if agreeing. And then one of the doors in the vision creaks open. A cold wind spills into the console room. Jenny instinctively moves closer to Vastra, hand brushing hers without hesitation. Vastra responds immediately, grounding her stance so Jenny can lean into her without breaking focus. Across from them, the Doctor is already smiling—but it’s not her usual grin. It’s the one she gets right before things become interesting in a very dangerous way. “Oh,” she says softly. “That’s new.” The door in the vision opens wider. And something on the other side notices them noticing. The TARDIS screams—not aloud, but in every vibration of its hull. “Right,” the Doctor says, slamming a lever down. “Nobody panic. We’re just going to politely not engage with the interdimensional door situation.” Jenny looks at her. “That’s your plan?” Vastra’s voice is calm, but sharper now. “That is not a plan.” The Doctor nods. “It’s a starting suggestion.” The console explodes into motion—lights spinning, time and space folding like paper. The TARDIS begins to fall somewhere it was never meant to go. Jenny grips the rail tighter. Vastra shifts to shield her instinctively. And the Doctor—at the center of it all—reaches out, not to stop the chaos, but to steer it. “Hold on,” she says, softer now, to both of them. “All of you. I’ve got us.” The TARDIS dives through the opening door in time. And whatever is waiting on the other side… finally gets its first proper look at them, too.