Along the streets of New York, a girl with brown curls that flowed past her shoulders walked unnoticed. She wore a red flannel shirt and jeans. A black baseball cap slightly covered her face. Upon second glance you never would have guessed she was an Asgardian runaway. Which is exactly what she wanted.

Adeline had run to the first place she could think of where no one would think to look: Midgard. She had quickly picked up on the habits of Midgardians and easily adapted to her surroundings. It was only occasionally when she'd slip up, and say something only the old Adeline would say. And if her father ever did send someone to search for her in Midgard, no one would truly recognize her. They were looking for a princess of Asgard, a girl who was polite, sweet, and soft. Now that she had more freedom to be who she wished, Adeline had thrown out the window half of the things she was forced to be.

Everyone in New York and at her job simply knew her as Addy Odinson, a random girl who'd come stumbling in with amnesia after something went wrong on her flight, and she hit her head. As far as they knew at least. She'd told them she had no recollection of her family, her past life, or where she was from. All she said she could remember was that she was running away from home, and a hazy memory of being called Addy once. Once she'd explained her false story, everyone was sympathetic and helped her get used to New York, teaching her half of what she didn't know that they thought she'd simply forgotten as an effect of the amnesia.

She couldn't believe back then how easily people bought into her story. They even bought into it when she pretended certain events brought a tiny piece of her memory back. Probably because they knew amnesia could possibly be permanent, and wanted to help in any way they could.

It was just so easy to become someone else, to just give up who she once was without any regrets. Sure she missed her brothers from time to time, but she was sure they were doing just fine without her. And it was time for them to learn to solve their little disputes on their own without the help of their big sister. After all, they were grown men, and they should start acting like it.

"'Morning!" Addy cheerfully greeted as she strolled into the cafe. She took off her cap, and gathered all her hair into a ponytail, then placed the cap back on so the hair wouldn't fall into her face as she worked. Her friend, Sally offered to cut it when she first came to Midgard, or Earth as she now had to call it. Addy only allowed her to cut a few inches off so it fell a few inches below her shoulders.

She went behind the counter, and tied an apron around her waist. As she started on her work at the cashier, she caught the boy with unruly brown curls sprouting from his head standing nearby give her a wink.

"'Morning, Addy," he replied with a wry smirk, a crisp British accent on his tongue. "You and Sally gonna start taking bets on how long till I fall on my face this time?"

Addy scoffed. "No, of course not, Storm!" He raised an eyebrow skeptical, and she then added, "Not until it's your turn to start handing customers their orders. Then we start betting. It goes to a good cause, though."

"It's not our fault you're just that clumsy," Sally joked, walking over to them, her blond hair swishing behind her, half of it tied up in a bun atop her head. In her yellow waitressing outfit with the white apron apron tied around her waist, Addy wouldn't take her for anything else other than a waitress. "Good thing you're not as clumsy in the kitchen. I got some people back there waiting for breakfast, so give me one black coffee, and one of those famous frappuccinos of yours. I swear you've got them all coming far and wide for that. And I also need a croissant and that delicious coffee cake of yours."

As she left, Storm rolled his eyes, and chuckled to himself. Addy shook her head. "One day you'll become a famous chef, open your own little coffee shop, and leave us all in the dust," she laughed. "That's the one bet I know I'll win."

"Maybe in my dreams," sighed Storm, turning away from her to make the coffee. "But let's face it. I'm not going anywhere any time soon."

"You never know," shot back Addy. "We choose what we want for ourselves."

Whatever Storm was about to say was cut off when a strange loud sound came from outside. "What the hell is that?" he said, wandering from his task toward the back door where the noise came from.

"I don't know," Adeline shrugged. "But I do know we'll be in trouble if the boss catches us slacking off to go check out a noise."

"What he doesn't know won't kill him," Storm pointed out with a small shrug. "Come on, aren't you just a little curious what made that?"

After a moment of contemplating it, she stepped away from her spot at the cash register, and went where Storm stood in front of the door. "Well I guess a minute or two wouldn't hurt..." she grinned.

"That's the spirit, Addy!" her friend cheered. He opened the door, and peeked outside, sticking his head out. Addy rolled her eyes, and strode outside, pushing Storm's head back inside playfully.

"For someone who suggested this, you sure are paranoid," she chuckled over her shoulder. Storm glared slightly, and came out fully, pushing her a bit. Addy stumbled an inch, and whirled around back on Storm, narrowing her eyes. "Oh, so you're gonna play that game, huh?"

With both hands, she shoved Storm back, and he fell backwards a few feet. He groaned in pain. "Seriously, how are you that strong?" he asked, looking up at her.

"Just genetics probably," Addy smirked, reaching down to pull him up. He grabbed her hand firmly, but instead of allowing her to pull him up, he yanked on her arm, sending her sprawling on the ground next to him. "How do I always fall for that?" she laughed, beginning to push herself up. Storm did the same.

"No clue," he grinned. "Now remember, one or two minutes is all we can spend out here."

"Yeah, I think we've passed at least two minutes, " Addy joked, lightly shoving him forward. She moved ahead, and her eyes widened at the sight of the blue police box that certainly wasn't in the back of the store when she came in. "Was that always there?" she questioned.

"Nope," Storm answered, his face pale. "Weird thing is I think I've seen it before, or at least heard about it."

"Wait, that's a London police box from the 1960s," Adeline said, remembering her most recent history lesson. "Don't you think it's strange to see it now in 21st century America?"

"I think it's strange you know these things and I don't when we're still teaching you how to use an oven without burning the store down," Storm retorted.

"I pay attention." Addy's curiosity got the best of her as she went over to the police box. Despite Storm's hissing to stay away from it, she knocked on the door. "Hello?" A moment passed before she gave up on being polite, and opened the door. Her eyes widened in awe. "You really need to see this," she breathed.
Storm came up beside her, and his eyes widened as well. Then he yanked her back and shut the door before grabbing her wrist and pulling back inside the shop.

"What the bloody hell's gotten into you?!" she demanded once he shut the back door, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"Look," he hissed, lowering his voice so only she could hear, "my parents used to tell stories about a madman in a box. He's come by to see my dad at least twice, and the first time was before I was even born. Each time he was there, it was because something bad was happening or was about to." He kept glancing around as if something was going to jump out at him. "He's saved their lives, but not before they were nearly killed."

Addy's brows furrowed. "What does that mean then? For us, I mean. It can't be that bad."

"No, no, you don't understand!" said Storm urgently. "Wherever he goes, wherever that police box pops up, something bad happens. Wherever he goes, trouble always seems to follow."

"Or maybe he just follows the trouble," Addy countered, crossing her arms. "He does sound like a good man."

"Either way," Storm explained , "it means that something terrible is going to happen. And some people are going to get caught in the crossfire. It might even be us." He moved back to his position to make the orders. Addy went back to the cash register, but a minute later, he turned his head back to her.

For a moment, he didn't seem to know what to say. "Just...try to be careful, okay?"

She turned her head to look at him. "What, do you think I'm those people in Supernatural who dies in the first five minutes?" she smirked playfully. Storm snorted, and rolled his eyes.

"You'd probably scream and punch the thing in the face before it even got the chance," he chuckled. Addy flushed. The first time she got scared on Midgard was on Halloween when Sally decided it'd be a good idea to take the Asgardian to a fake haunted house. Addy had been walking around, clutching onto Storm's arms for dear life, unsure what was real or wasn't real, while he told her he'd be right there if she got scared. But when the first thing popped out in her face (an unfortunate scary clown), Addy had shrieked, punched the poor thing in the face, then ran. To this day, her two friends still refused to let it go.

The worst part is that'd she'd found out it was a flight or fight response. And her literal response to most was fight. So when a small startle as a joke or anything got her riled up, she punched. Storm surprised her at her apartment, and she had screamed and punched him in the gut. Though she had apologized profusely afterwards, she was certain neither of them had forgotten.

"Well, at least I'd survive," she finally retorted with a huff.

"Yeah, so do the same if you see anything strange that doesn't look human," Storm mumbled out of the corner of his mouth. She stared at him for a moment before turning back to the counter.

"Would you stop that? There are no such things as aliens," she huffed. A small lie since technically, she was an alien. "And you're starting to make me paranoid."

"Maybe that's a good thing." This time, it was clear Storm wasn't kidding.

As night fell, Henry Wood, the manager, closed up the shop, and Addy stayed behind a moment to grab a snack. Mr. Wood, a man with graying hair in his 40s, normally grumbled about her eating his entire store, but judging by the fact he had yet to fire or stop her, he didn't seem to mind.

Addy waved goodbye to him. "Say hi to Mrs. Wood for me!" She walked down the block right before someone came up behind her, and tapped her shoulder. Instantly, she whirled around, and made to punch the person in the stomach, but he caught her fist at the last minute.

"Sorry," Storm smiled sheepishly. "I just thought maybe I could walk you home. It's late, and, you know, I don't have a good feeling about tonight." Addy chuckled and shook her head, but walked away and let it go. He took that as a sign to tag along.

"Why not," she shrugged, taking a bite of the plate of coffee cake in her hand. She waved the fork in Storm's face. "Although you honestly thought you'd have learned by now I'm not someone you should sneak up on."

"Well, what'd you expect when you weren't exactly watching?" he shot back.

She looked down at her cake, walking at the same time down the block. She pulled her trench coat tighter around herself to keep warm. Nowadays it got cold at night, to the point most of them kept their coats at the shop for when they'd work late.

"I expected you to make your presence known before apprehending me," replied Addy smartly with a smirk. When she looked up, she noticed a man in a long trench coat with messy brown hair. And he was staring at her as he walked forward in her direction. Storm caught up and walked alongside her, but Addy looked down again, hoping if she simply ignored it, she'd find it all in her imagination.

But when the man was walking right up to them, he grabbed their arms and turned them around so they were walking besides him. Addy opened her mouth, but quickly the man whispered, "Relax. I'm the Doctor, and I need your help."

Storm gulped, and glanced at Addy, his eyes wide. She fumbled a bit with her words, but the first question she asked was what she needed to know first of all. The first question once she finally managed to regain her voice, though slightly shaken. "Doctor? Doctor who?"

(Author's note: Here we are. And when I wrote that she thought her brothers would be fine without her and that they were grown men and should be able to solve their own disputes part, even in my head I was like, "Oh sweetheart. Please. If you knew half of what happened soon after you left." P.S., Adeline ran away just a month before the events of the movie Thor happened. Guess she was wrong after all. So until next time. And yes, Storm is the son of someone the Doctor helped. If you can guess which, there's a cookie in it for you! Until next time!)