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[themanclion]

There's the roar of an engine coming from somewhere near the forest. It's a deep, throaty sound and soon accompanied by the squeal of tyres though at first, there's nothing to be seen.

Until there is.

Out of nowhere, a car appears. It's big and bronze and makes a hell of a racket. But possibly not as much of one as Gene.

'...bloody 'ell is goin' on!'

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[scots_wolf]

There is a big Scottish murderer by the back door, smoking a cigarette and minding his own business, when a big machine from the future comes to a screeching halt not far away.

[themanclion]

Gene glares out of the window at him, and then turns to Kate, saying loud enough to be heard.

'If you'd tol' me that was standin' there, I could've hit th' bastard.'

It's all her fault.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Well you've had enough practice."

She's still eying the car for signs of blood.

[scots_wolf]

"What in hell are you doing?" Urquhart says to them. "Did Dinah Lance ask you to plough up the garden?"

[themanclion]

'If she did, d'you really think I'd use my car?'

He gets out and glares at Urquhart over the roof of it. And then, after a beat, sticks his head back in to say to Kate,

'Wha's tha' supposed t'mean? I didn' hit anyone.'

[ikissdhimbck]

"Y'took up enough turf to start a corn patch, though."

She looks from Urquhart to Gene, slightly uncomfortable.

"We're sorry. Milliways wasn't exactly where we thought we'd end up," she calls out to the strange man.

[scots_wolf]

"So you came in with that big scrap heap?" Urquhart says. "Where did you start out?"

[themanclion]

His head snaps up to glare more at Urquhart, then the daggers go back to Kate. He doesn't know who to yell at first.

Kate's closer.

'You do not bloody apologise. To that.'

He's jabbing his finger towards the guy, so there can't be any doubt who he's talking about. And he closes the car door and walks around it, leaning against the bonnet in a move that is not relaxed or non-confrontational in any way.

'Piss off, Goldilocks. No cars in your time means you don' get t'insult mine.'

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate stares at him.

"What the hell is your problem?" she hisses, just before he vacates the car and she quickly follows suit.

[scots_wolf]

"He's scared of me," Urquhart says, smiling at Kate around his cigarette.

[themanclion]

'Am I bollocks.'

His arse is off that bonnet and he's standing tall almost before Urquhart's finished speaking.

'Tha's Goldilocks,' he says to Kate, without taking his eyes off the man. 'Urquhart. Twat who thinks its alright t'kill people f'money but still decides to get pissy when you voice an' opinion on the tarts he's shaggin'.'

[ikissdhimbck]

Shit.

Kate's eyes grow a smidgen wide.

"So you're the infamous Urquhart."

It's not really a question, and it's not really a statement. Her voice is flat, guarded. She's already on edge.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart smirks at them both.

"I am infamous, am I?" he says. "I'm not sure of that. But yes, you are bollocks, I quite agree. I'm just astonished that you'll admit to it."

[themanclion]

Gene rolls his eyes at the obvious deliberate misunderstanding of his words and decides to not grace them with a reply for once. Instead, he flits his eyes to Kate.

'Had t'do it, didn' you? He'll be all bloody impressed with 'imself now. He's no' as bloody infamous as he'd like t'be, at least.'

[ikissdhimbck]

She fixes him with a hard look in return.

"Maybe if y'wouldn't keep pickin' fights with him I'd have less t'hear about."

[scots_wolf]

"Are you his wife?" Urquhart asks, giving her a an innocent smile.