A/N: Wow. Welcome! This is the third part in an ongoing series that I'm referring to as the 'Starlight' series because I haven't managed to come up with something clever and poignant to name it. If you are confused as to what I'm talking about, I highly recommend you check out my profile and take a look at 'Starlight' and 'Keeping the Stars Apart' as those are both parts one and two of...you guessed it, the Starlight series. Or you can just start reading here because you're a total renegade. I like your style, man. I'm including a vague summary of the previous installment, as well as a summary for the story itself so you can get the gist of what's going down. Please read and enjoy! Please review! I love reviews! And if you feel the urge to give an in depth review involving constructive criticism, I will absolutely stand up and do a dance. You can choose the dance.

Previously on: Traveling with the Doctor is definitely something Fitz would classify as interesting. Interesting in the way being sold on the galactic black market for body parts is. Or falling out of the universe into an old Time Lord prison. Or being attacked by zombified prisoners of said prison. And then turned inside out by a renegade time lord who just wanted to go home. Yeah. It was definitely interesting. Or psychotic, depending on your view point. She did manage to survive, through sheer dumb luck and a few friends. She also sort of restarted her relationship with an amnesiac alien, so it hasn't all been bad.

Summary: The Doctor has asked Fitz to sit on the sidelines for a bit, at least until they deal with the whole 'homicidal time lord who has it out for her' business. It's a little boring, but she doesn't mind. She's got her own coffee shop she's running, a nice new apartment that always smells like espresso, and a steady boyfriend, who despite not remembering every detail of their past affairs, still kinda likes her. Things are actually going surprisingly well in her new chill super mellow life. Which is why it sort of puts a kink in everything when a time traveler shows up in her basement and kidnaps her. It's par for the course until she realizes that they've managed to be yanked right out of their universe into another. Things can only get worse when she realizes she's meant to sort out this 'Eternals' mess, and oh yeah, the whole fabric of reality is counting on it. No pressure or anything.

The popping noise should have been Fitzgerald Grant's first clue that something was wrong. Unfortunately, she was too busy climbing up the metal shelves in the basement and trying to avoid burying herself in an avalanche of coffee beans, to pay it much attention.

"Gotcha," she heaved one of the bags to the floor. She then carefully made her way back down the shelves, which hadn't really been made for climbing, but Fitz was innovative. Also, she lacked a ladder.

"Sorry about this," a voice from behind startled her. "But I really need your help."

Fitz turned around, discovering that she was no longer alone in the cafe basement. There was a woman standing there who was a handful of years younger than herself. Tall, dark-skinned, and dressed in some kind of utilitarian uniform. Her short black hair was shaved away on half her scalp, leaving the remainder as a wavy mohawk.

"Whoa, cool hair."

"What?" The woman frowned at her.

"Um. The door says employees only." Fitz attempted to recover some of her authority as the café manager.

"Door?" The woman acted as though it were a foreign concept. Fitz pointed up the stairs as a friendly reminder. But the woman didn't appear to be interested in trivial things like 'doors' or 'restricted access'.

"Look," she said with a shake of her head. "This is going to sound crazy, but I've been sent from the future. I really need you to come with me."

Fitz considered laughing, but then remembered, abruptly, how all the other crazy sounding events in her life had gone.

"I need an adult!" She shouted.

"You're ridiculous," the woman rolled her eyes, fiddling with her watch. As though she'd just popped downstairs to frighten Fitz, and then wanted to check the time.

"Fitzgerald?" A high cheek boned, dark haired, pale, and supremely stern looking man stood at the top of the stairs.

"Oh shit," the woman said as she saw him. She launched herself at Fitz, who failed to jump back far enough to dodge the awkward bear hug. "Time to go." She slapped her watch while still pinning Fitz against her chest. That was when Fitz realized it wasn't a watch, but a vortex manipulator. And also that the woman was quite strong.

"Crap, she's got a-" Fitz tried to warn the man who was racing toward her. Desperate to bring a stop to whatever this stranger was hoping to accomplish. But it was too late, because with another popping sound, they were gone.