The Doctor was in the library, reading one of Zexion's books, The Origin of Species by Ansem (what, of course Zexion doesn't have our version) and pointing out just exactly where the theories were wrong to Vexen, who was going through a crisis at finding out that everything he'd ever believed was wrong.

"But the main thing is, the stars are not the souls of dead people or planets, and no matter what argument you have to rebut that with, it doesn't change the fact that it isn't true," said the Doctor.

"That may be true in your universe, but in ours-" Vexen was interrupted by a rather large book being flung at his head (with the rather saucy title of Itchi Itchi Make Out Paradise). The Doctor gawked at Marluxia, who was smirking.

"Oh, sorry, Vexen, I was just returning Larxene's book. I didn't see you there!"

"Bull fucking shit!" Vexen growled, rubbing a huge, red bump on his head.

"Doctor, may I speak with you for a moment?" Marluxia asked, ignoring the Superior member, "And particularly without Frosty the Snowman within listening distance." Falling right into the way too obvious trap, Vexen glared at Marluxia.

"How dare you take such a tone with your Superior? Why I should take this up with Xemnas!"

"Uh huh, are you also going to tell him about your highly illicit experimentation on Xaldin, your attempts to frame Xigbar so he gets kicked out, and that clone you're making? You're in enough trouble for making Xion." Marluxia smirked, smug, as Vexen went red and was probably a hair's breadth from freezing Marluxia and his garden then and there (if it wasn't for the fact that the garden was responsible for the Organisation's primary food source (for they only had the shitty chicken on Tuesdays), he probably would have). As it was, he mumbled obscenities, and shot evil looks at Marluxia (1).But eventually he did end up leaving, if only to dress the wound on his head, which was now bleeding quite a lot. Once Vexen had gone, Marluxia turned to the Doctor and smiled.

"Ok, Doctor, I need a favour. Superior Xemnas has allowed me access to a few files that I need. However, I have a difficult mission that I must leave for in about an hour, and it will probably take me the rest of the day and all of tomorrow. May I request that you get the files for me? All the files under the letter 'P'," The Doctor frowned.

"Exactly why did that mean that Vexen had to leave the room?" The Doctor asked suspiciously. Marluxia shrugged.

"Vexen doesn't like me. Well, he doesn't much like anyone, but me in particular, he hates. So if I give him any suspicion that I'm doing anything remotely, possibly bad, he'll jump on it like a kitten on a ball of wool. At least if he's not there, he hasn't got anything to go on." It would be a reasonable enough excuse, were it anyone else. But Marluxia was a Nobody, a selfish, heartless, conscienceless being, who would show no remorse at killing a person, let alone lying to get something they want. But the Doctor had to trust the other man, for now, at least.

"Yeah, ok then."

۞ The Next Day, Before Xemnas' Office ۞

Marluxia had forgotten one thing. The door was locked, at all times, and any attempt to enter the room via Dark Corridor set off an alarm direct to the Superior. The only way in was to unlock the door. Marluxia did not have a key. It was about now that the Doctor gave up all hope that maybe he was wrong and Marluxia really wasn't doing something intensely evil. Shaking his head, the Doctor sonic'd the doorknob on the door to Xemnas' office, waltzing in like he owned the place. The room was huge, with a big ass desk in the centre and filing cabinets lining the walls, an entire cabinet for each letter. How the hell does he expect me to get the whole cabinet's worth of files to him? Xemnas would have to have so many files to need so much space.

Or, maybe he just had a lot of files under the letter A. The huge ass filing cabinet held 15 thin manila folders that looked quite small in comparison. None the less, the Doctor grabbed the anti-climatic files and slammed the cabinet closed.

Now, any polite person would not open the files that were not intended for them. But then again, said polite person would not break in to buildings, act like a know-it-all and take money or sneak into parties. All in all, the polite person would not be the Doctor. So that's what made it ok for the Doctor to open the files and read them like a newspaper. He was not at all surprised at what was in the folders. There were fears, weaknesses, allergies, and enough incriminating data to set any good blackmail artist, their partner and three of their kids for life... twice. A file on each of the Organisation members, even the Doctor (though it was lacking in anything good) and Xemnas. Oh Marluxia you DOG. It was clear exactly why he wanted this information. Now, what to do about it?

۞ Later, in the Dark Turn of Unrelenting Gloom (Otherwise known as the Emo Corner) ۞

"What are you doing here, Xigbar?" The Doctor asked. He had gone to Xigbar's room to find a sticky note saying 'Gone Sue hunting, be back later.' Then, finding out from Zexion that the Sues (Mary Sues) are most commonly found in the Dark Turn of Unrelenting Doom (or more commonly known as the Emo Corner), the Doctor had found Xigbar aiming his gun at a small block of cheese.

"I'm Mary Sue hunting, Doc. They are attracted to cheese."

"...Why?" the Doctor asked,

"They're a menace to society. But anyway, that's probably not why you decided to come here. What's up your a-"

"Is Marluxia a valuable member of the Organisation?"

"Um... no, not really. I regret having ever found him. Why?" He was still staring intently at the block of cheese, his aim never wavering. The Doctor noticed a rainbow coloured glob of sparkles inching its way over to the cheese. "There you are!"

"That's a Mary Sue? But I thought Sues were humanoid."

"That's only after the authors get a hold of 'em," Xigbar explained, "They start out like this, sparkly globs of Pure Perfection. The look docile and cute, until you turn your back. That's when they feast on your unguarded brain cells and legitimately interesting ideas. From there they can gain enough strength to call for authors in other worlds, and screw their brains up to the extent that they actually think creating a Mary Sue is a good idea." By the time Xigbar had finished the explanation, the Mary Sue glob had made it all the way to the cheese and had completely covered it, making sucking sounds to show it was eating. In one quick pull of the trigger, Xigbar shot the glob, which blew up in an explosion of pink glitter. "Gotcha!" Xigbar stood up then. "Anyway, what were you saying?"

"It seems Marluxia has been doing something bad, bad enough that he may need to be... removed." Said the Doctor. Xigbar smirked,

"Spoken like a true Nobody!" He laughed, not caring at all that the Doctor had implied he was going to murder a guy. "Seriously, for a moment there I thought I was talking to Saix! You've come a long way from the, no offence, but from a wuss who wouldn't fight a Shadow Heartless, to a man plotting murder! Maybe I'll be spending some extermination missions in your company in the near future?" The Doctor hated to admit, but it was true. He was reverting to his immediately-post-Time-War, pre-Rose self. Well, of course he was, he was living with the Organisation for crying out loud! Between Saix's ass-hattery, Roxas' stupidity, Luxord's douchery and Larxene's... Larxenery, it was a wonder that only the last 5 Organisation members had been killed. (Yes, there had been 5 Organisation members before Roxas and (kind of) Xion joined.)

"I guess I have changed," the Doctor agreed reluctantly. Oh if the Master could see him now, he'd laugh his beard off.

"So, how'd you find out about Marly's illegal activity?" Xigbar asked, changing the subject as he scraped the goo up with a dustpan he'd seemingly pulled out of nowhere. The Doctor, not wanting to admit to his accidental momentary trust in the pink-haired Nobody, said,

"It's none of your concern." He then turned and walked away, halting any possibility of Xigbar attempting to continue the conversation.

۞ The Boulevard of Broken Dreams, 2 am ۞

The Doctor was playing Mario on Nintendo DS in a folding camping chair on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams (and, also, he was playing 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' on an iPod) when Marluxia came in, rather angry. "Doctor, you were meant to get the files for me, where are they?" He seemed quite stressed about it.

"Calm down, Marluxia, they're right here," the Doctor said lazily, not taking his eyes off the game while waving the files around. Relief flooded Marluxia's face.

"Thank you, Doctor." Marluxia hurried over and snatched the files from the Time Lord's hands. He quickly opened the first folder, looking expectant. His jaw dropped when he found the file had not contained weaknesses and take-over-Organisation worthy information, but a recipe to make Coke-Cola Chicken (2).

"What is the meaning of this?" Marluxia shouted.

"The meaning of what? Because last time someone asked me that question, I had no idea what I was supposed to say, so I went with 42. So, the answer is 42." the Doctor answered in the same calm tone, before yelling obscenities at a Cooper who had killed the Italian plumber.

"What have you done with the files?"

"I've done nothing. Honestly, I didn't even want to see, who knows what you two are sharing between each other?" Marluxia shook his head in disgust.

"Don't lie to me!" Marluxia threw the files across the room, which burst open, letting several papers fly (like the lyrics to the Hetalia Marshmallow Song, the fanfiction shit-classic, 'My Immortal,' and a full page of terms and conditions from various websites). Slowly, the Doctor put the game down and stood up.

"You're right, Marluxia, I did change the files. I know what they were for and what you were trying to do, and I am not going to let you do it."

"So you're a traitor?" Marluxia sneered.

"Yes. Weeeelll, technically, no, considering your a traitor to the Organisation, so I'm more like a double agent, really."

"All that matters is that you're a traitor to me."

"Well no, because I never signed an alliance agreement or anything, I just said I'd do things for you in exchange for lessons in corridor making, which, by the way, are not doing so well. Don't quit your day job." For once, Marluxia had nothing to say.

"Why would you want to kill Xemnas anyway?"

"Why do you ask that, when you hate him as much as I do?"

"I hate him because I have a legitimate reason. I still have a heart, I have a place I can go, and I'm being held prisoner. And even then, he does think he has to keep me here But you! You don't have a heart, do you? And you want it back just like everybody else, right? And no one does work finer than an Organisation. You have 14 people living here. That's 14 times the destroyed Heartless you'd get on your own. Really, Xemnas is your only shot."

"You misunderstand. I'm not trying to kill everyone, just Xemnas. We don't need him."

"You do know that Saix is loyal to Xemnas, and that he does all the work, right? He won't help you, and him you very much do need." Marluxia was getting quite sick of the Doctor and his smartness, and his always getting everything right. He summoned his scythe angrily. The Doctor did not look all that worried.

"Turns out that you were not as useful as you made yourself out to be. A pity. Not for me really, but for you." He pointed his scythe in the Doctor's face, only about 5cm off his face. The Doctor, thoroughly unimpressed, pulled out his sonic screwdriver and soniced the scythe into a little crumpled ball of metal. The fury that was displayed on the face of the rose-haired man was incomprehensible. "How dare you!" He shouted (sounding an awful lot like Vexen). Then he drew his fist back, about to perform an epic, KO punch that would make this author's martial arts sensei's proud (well, not really, because Marluxia, your stances are wrong and you're not protecting yourself correctly). But of course, that was when Xigbar decided to make his presence known in the most awesome way possible: He pulled out his arrowguns and shot right in that small gap between Marluxia's fist and the Doctor's unexpected face. (Because, seriously, who ever tries to punch the Doctor? And when he is punched, he's ALWAYS caught off guard.) Startled by the streaking purple arrow, Marluxia was unbalanced and his punch went wide, grazing the Doctor's left cheek as the momentum from the strength of the punch pulled the assassin to the ground. "Watch yourself, Doctor!" Xigbar called, laughing.

"Oh I bet you loved that!" The Doctor said, shaking his head and grinning. Xigbar floated, upside down to where the Doctor was. Marluxia tried to get up. In response, Xigbar stomped his boot on Marluxia's back, sending him spralling. The Freeshooter then touched the tip of weapon to the back of the Rose-coloured head

"Uh, uh, you're not going anywhere, Frenchy!"(3) said Xigbar. "Now, Doctor, go get Xemnas or Saix or someone, I'll keep the traitor company."

"Fuck you, Xigbar." Marluxia cursed, but was totally helpless.

"Xigbar, why are you even here?" the Doctor asked.

"Well, frankly, you're shit at lying, and Marly must be pretty damn stupid to believe you still after all this time. Your sudden curiousity about Marluxia was odd, but when I asked you about it you avoided the question and ran off. So I followed you. Pretty lucky, eh?"

"Well, Xigbar, I thank you... for... stalking me." It didn't exactly sound like something you'd be thankful for, but it's the thought that counts, yes?

"No... problem?" It was awkward for Xigbar too. "But anyway, how come you were hear anyway? I caught something about favours, I'm not exactly sure..."

"Yeah, uh, Marluxia offered to teach me how to make Dark Corridors so I could get the hell out of here and back to my TARDIS, in exchange for favours." Xigbar smirked,

"You know, if you wanted to leave, you could have just asked. I've known what Xemnas was up to since day one, and I was just waiting to see how long it would take to ask me to help you escape." The Doctor was speechless.

"Well, I feel extremely thick." He said eventually. Xigbar snorted.

"How about you go get Xemnas, and then you can go get your shit, and we'll head off, hey?"

"Uh, yeah..."

۞ The Chapter Concludes- Crooked Ascension ۞

The Doctor went and got Saix (Xemnas was 'busy' (watching more anime)), who apprehended Marluxia, who is now in one of the dungeons, awaiting punishment. The Doctor packed his measily items (his suit, sonic screwdriver, psychic paper, and a Moogle he kept as a pet) and met Xigbar on Crooked Ascension. It was best to leave without the goodbyes. "You ready to go?" Xigbar asked.

"Yes, thank you,Xigbar." He opened the Dark Corridor and gestered for the Doctor to get into it. Before he had the chance, however, the Doctor heard the horrifically familiar screech of gun-shots. "No. No, what are they doing here?"

"Doing here? What is that? Doctor?"

"EX-TER-MI-NATE!"

۞

A/N: Ok, I had originally planned for the story to end next chapter, with a longer sequence of the Doctor leaving, patching things up with Luxord, etc. But then my brother found out about it, and was quite unhappy. He then suggested that I put the Daleks in there too. It took me about two seconds to decide on that. Oh brother, how I love and hate you -_-. So, this will come as good to some, awful for others.

Anyway:

(1): If anyone has read my other fic, Let's do the CaramellDansen, and recall that badass description of Vexen's smile: take that description and put it into a glare. That is what is meant in that moment.

(2): Thanks goes to my friend Christine who gave me that recipe :D

(3): I know Marluxia isn't French, and there is absolutely no example of that within the canon fandom, but Marluxia strikes me as the French sort of guy, and Xigbar strikes me as the kind of guy who would call someone not-French French anyway.

Thanks goes to my reviews and my friends (particularly X, who has threatened to force me to eat a hat if this chapter wasn't published today -_-)