Together Again For The First Time, parts 1 and 2 (Ten, Dawn, rated 15, Buffyverse/Doctor Who cross)
Title: Together Again For The First Time, parts 1 and 2
Rating: 15
Setting: Post-season 4 for Ten, way after Chosen for Dawn.
Characters: The Tenth Doctor, Dawn and a couple of OC’s later.
Word count: 594 and 630
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. They’re not Morag’s either.
Summary: The Doctor and his new companions (a one-time ex-mystical key, a seven foot tall lizard and a vole) don't quite arrive where they were aiming for. Second in the A Girl and Her Time Lord series, and sequel to Things to Do When the Universe Ends.
Author's Notes: Written by myself and MoragMacPherson cliffhanger style, desperately trying to stump each other. I do the first part in each post, she does the second.
Part 1 - He Shoots, He Misses (Again)
“….No, really, you’ll love Martha! She’s a great doctor and one of my favourite people. Plus, she doesn’t get phased easily which’ll come in handy with you,” the Doctor exclaimed, stepping out of the TARDIS door.
His face fell as he glanced around the dark metal corridor they were in. Dawn Summers, one-time meta-physical concept in human teenager form and now owner of a brand new Time Lord circulatory system, charged after him. “Oi!” she yelled, “What do you mean, ‘come in handy’?”
The Doctor had pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and was busy using the light on it to examine a nearby panel. “Mmm?” he said absently, “Oh, I just meant that after travelling with me for a while, she’s used to the utterly bizarre.”
“Wait, did you just insult me or yourself?” Dawn said with a confused look on her face. She looked around at their landing spot for the first time. “And this doesn’t look very twenty-first century London or wherever you said we were off to.”
“UNIT Headquarters.”
“Whatever. You’re the one who set the controls this time.”
“Well, maybe this time you should go and check the internal settings before leaving the TARDIS.” The Doctor grunted as the faceplate of the panel came off in his hands, and he slowly lowered it to the floor. “Interesting,” he said, shining the light from the sonic screwdriver over the workings inside, “Looks like a mixture of both high tech components and low quality connections.”
Dawn had wandered over to the opposite wall and studied the large blank wall panel in front of her. “So not your errand-girl here. Talk to the lizard, cos I don’t care. You’re saying this place is a kludge of stuff thrown together? Like the TARDIS?”
The Doctor quirked an eyebrow in her general direction. “That’s not very kind. The TARDIS was not designed by a mad committee with all the design flair of a blind Gastropollitan Molusc.” Popping his glasses on, he peered closely at the circuitry. “Early 26th Century at a guess, or some point after that,” he said, resisting a sneer.
He wandered back to the TARDIS door, and stuck his head inside. The seven foot tall lizard inside with a black cowboy hat on looked up from the chair he was happily settled on. “Ith there a problem, Doctor?” he lisped.
“Not entirely sure, Clark,” the Doctor said thoughtfully, “What does the console say our destination is again?”
Clark put down the book he was reading, and stretched his neck somewhat until he could see the correct panel on the TARDIS console. “Theptember thixth, two thouthsand and nine, London.”
Out in the corridor, Dawn’s eyes narrowed as she spotted a lever next to the large panel. “Well, the time bit is definitely all wrong then.”
She stepped forward and pulled the lever down. There was a loud grating noise, and the panel rose up, exposing a viewscreen behind it, its light spilling out into the dark corridor illuminating everything. Outside was a busy sight. Across the starry expanse floated several planets, a couple of large space stations and quite a number of tiny spaceships moving slowly through space. One soared majestically past them, close enough for Dawn to read the name on the front prow: Top Banana.
“Call it a hunch, but probably not UNIT headquarters either then?”
Part 2 - Unsettling Developments
An intercom buzzed on with a sequence of two notes that were at just the interval that made Dawn feel queasy. “Bluth Company welcomes you to its model module for the Sea of Tranquility Orbital Community. Please feel free to make yourself at home.” The recording sounded suspiciously like a man trying to sound like a woman. Dawn looked around, leaning on the handle of the lever, which almost immediately broke off, sending her sprawling onto the ground.
“Shoddy construction,” she muttered.
The Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS door. “You grunted and now you’re on the floor.”
“Aren’t you just the observant one today?”
The Doctor clucked his tongue. “Sarcasm is so predictable. So, seeing as the TARDIS’ time circuit appears to be completely buggered, I’m going to have to scrounge up a replacement part.” He offered her a hand up. “Any ideas on where we are?”
Again, the intercom buzzed on. “Bluth Company welcomes you to its model module for the Sea of Tranquility Orbital Community. Please feel free to make yourself at home.”
Dawn pointed up. “What the shemale said.”
The Doctor quirked an eyebrow. “Bluth Company?”
“Apparently,” said Dawn.
“Oh, jolly good, that means there’s a frozen banana stand somewhere hereabouts. Not to mention that nobody will notice us scavenging for parts, bits are always falling off the Bluth modules. Clark, come on, we’re going exploring!”
“Are we sure thith ith a good idea, Doctor?” Clark appeared in the threshold of the TARDIS, sans cowboy hat.
“Exploration’s always a good idea, my scaly friend.”
Dawn shook her head. “Except for the bit where we got clapped in irons and oh-my-god-I’m-even-starting-to-talk-like-you.” She stomped her foot and the Doctor and Clark spun around to see her standing there with her hands on her hips. “Why the British accent? You’re an alien. Why can’t you have a normal accent that I won’t pick up like an orally transmitted disease?”
The Doctor shrugged. “People find this accent to be innocuous. Plus, all the girls like it.”
“It’th true, the girlsh alwaysh love the Doctor’th voice,” added Offler.
Dawn rubbed her eyes. “Fine then. So what are we looking for?”
The Doctor started walking again. “Oh, you know.”
“No, I don’t,” said Dawn, slowly, like she was talking to a small child.
“Yes. You. Do,” mimicked the Doctor. “Look in the back of your head.”
“What the heck - oh, we need three meters of aluminum tubing, ten meters of copper wiring, a Klining resonating crystal, and a magnet.” She paused. “And a frozen banana.”
“Actually, I just want the banana,” replied the Doctor. This time, Dawn tackled him.
“Why? How. Did. I. Know. That?” she intoned, shaking his lapels as she perched on top of him.
“You’re a Time Lord. There’s a bit of a psychic connection between all of us, and by that, I mean the two of us, and the TARDIS. Some information is up for grabs for anyone who cares to look.”
Dawn let his lapels drop and leaned back. “You’re going to answer my next question, and I’d better like the answer.”
The Doctor blinked. “Okay.”
“You can’t see my memories of sophomore year, can you?”
“Not unless you want me to.”
Dawn hopped back up. “Fine. Don’t go poking around in my head.”
The Doctor returned to his feet rather more stiffly. “Well, now that that’s settled - wherever did Clark go?”
Rating: 15
Setting: Post-season 4 for Ten, way after Chosen for Dawn.
Characters: The Tenth Doctor, Dawn and a couple of OC’s later.
Word count: 594 and 630
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. They’re not Morag’s either.
Summary: The Doctor and his new companions (a one-time ex-mystical key, a seven foot tall lizard and a vole) don't quite arrive where they were aiming for. Second in the A Girl and Her Time Lord series, and sequel to Things to Do When the Universe Ends.
Author's Notes: Written by myself and MoragMacPherson cliffhanger style, desperately trying to stump each other. I do the first part in each post, she does the second.
Part 1 - He Shoots, He Misses (Again)
“….No, really, you’ll love Martha! She’s a great doctor and one of my favourite people. Plus, she doesn’t get phased easily which’ll come in handy with you,” the Doctor exclaimed, stepping out of the TARDIS door.
His face fell as he glanced around the dark metal corridor they were in. Dawn Summers, one-time meta-physical concept in human teenager form and now owner of a brand new Time Lord circulatory system, charged after him. “Oi!” she yelled, “What do you mean, ‘come in handy’?”
The Doctor had pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and was busy using the light on it to examine a nearby panel. “Mmm?” he said absently, “Oh, I just meant that after travelling with me for a while, she’s used to the utterly bizarre.”
“Wait, did you just insult me or yourself?” Dawn said with a confused look on her face. She looked around at their landing spot for the first time. “And this doesn’t look very twenty-first century London or wherever you said we were off to.”
“UNIT Headquarters.”
“Whatever. You’re the one who set the controls this time.”
“Well, maybe this time you should go and check the internal settings before leaving the TARDIS.” The Doctor grunted as the faceplate of the panel came off in his hands, and he slowly lowered it to the floor. “Interesting,” he said, shining the light from the sonic screwdriver over the workings inside, “Looks like a mixture of both high tech components and low quality connections.”
Dawn had wandered over to the opposite wall and studied the large blank wall panel in front of her. “So not your errand-girl here. Talk to the lizard, cos I don’t care. You’re saying this place is a kludge of stuff thrown together? Like the TARDIS?”
The Doctor quirked an eyebrow in her general direction. “That’s not very kind. The TARDIS was not designed by a mad committee with all the design flair of a blind Gastropollitan Molusc.” Popping his glasses on, he peered closely at the circuitry. “Early 26th Century at a guess, or some point after that,” he said, resisting a sneer.
He wandered back to the TARDIS door, and stuck his head inside. The seven foot tall lizard inside with a black cowboy hat on looked up from the chair he was happily settled on. “Ith there a problem, Doctor?” he lisped.
“Not entirely sure, Clark,” the Doctor said thoughtfully, “What does the console say our destination is again?”
Clark put down the book he was reading, and stretched his neck somewhat until he could see the correct panel on the TARDIS console. “Theptember thixth, two thouthsand and nine, London.”
Out in the corridor, Dawn’s eyes narrowed as she spotted a lever next to the large panel. “Well, the time bit is definitely all wrong then.”
She stepped forward and pulled the lever down. There was a loud grating noise, and the panel rose up, exposing a viewscreen behind it, its light spilling out into the dark corridor illuminating everything. Outside was a busy sight. Across the starry expanse floated several planets, a couple of large space stations and quite a number of tiny spaceships moving slowly through space. One soared majestically past them, close enough for Dawn to read the name on the front prow: Top Banana.
“Call it a hunch, but probably not UNIT headquarters either then?”
Part 2 - Unsettling Developments
An intercom buzzed on with a sequence of two notes that were at just the interval that made Dawn feel queasy. “Bluth Company welcomes you to its model module for the Sea of Tranquility Orbital Community. Please feel free to make yourself at home.” The recording sounded suspiciously like a man trying to sound like a woman. Dawn looked around, leaning on the handle of the lever, which almost immediately broke off, sending her sprawling onto the ground.
“Shoddy construction,” she muttered.
The Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS door. “You grunted and now you’re on the floor.”
“Aren’t you just the observant one today?”
The Doctor clucked his tongue. “Sarcasm is so predictable. So, seeing as the TARDIS’ time circuit appears to be completely buggered, I’m going to have to scrounge up a replacement part.” He offered her a hand up. “Any ideas on where we are?”
Again, the intercom buzzed on. “Bluth Company welcomes you to its model module for the Sea of Tranquility Orbital Community. Please feel free to make yourself at home.”
Dawn pointed up. “What the shemale said.”
The Doctor quirked an eyebrow. “Bluth Company?”
“Apparently,” said Dawn.
“Oh, jolly good, that means there’s a frozen banana stand somewhere hereabouts. Not to mention that nobody will notice us scavenging for parts, bits are always falling off the Bluth modules. Clark, come on, we’re going exploring!”
“Are we sure thith ith a good idea, Doctor?” Clark appeared in the threshold of the TARDIS, sans cowboy hat.
“Exploration’s always a good idea, my scaly friend.”
Dawn shook her head. “Except for the bit where we got clapped in irons and oh-my-god-I’m-even-starting-to-talk-like-you.” She stomped her foot and the Doctor and Clark spun around to see her standing there with her hands on her hips. “Why the British accent? You’re an alien. Why can’t you have a normal accent that I won’t pick up like an orally transmitted disease?”
The Doctor shrugged. “People find this accent to be innocuous. Plus, all the girls like it.”
“It’th true, the girlsh alwaysh love the Doctor’th voice,” added Offler.
Dawn rubbed her eyes. “Fine then. So what are we looking for?”
The Doctor started walking again. “Oh, you know.”
“No, I don’t,” said Dawn, slowly, like she was talking to a small child.
“Yes. You. Do,” mimicked the Doctor. “Look in the back of your head.”
“What the heck - oh, we need three meters of aluminum tubing, ten meters of copper wiring, a Klining resonating crystal, and a magnet.” She paused. “And a frozen banana.”
“Actually, I just want the banana,” replied the Doctor. This time, Dawn tackled him.
“Why? How. Did. I. Know. That?” she intoned, shaking his lapels as she perched on top of him.
“You’re a Time Lord. There’s a bit of a psychic connection between all of us, and by that, I mean the two of us, and the TARDIS. Some information is up for grabs for anyone who cares to look.”
Dawn let his lapels drop and leaned back. “You’re going to answer my next question, and I’d better like the answer.”
The Doctor blinked. “Okay.”
“You can’t see my memories of sophomore year, can you?”
“Not unless you want me to.”
Dawn hopped back up. “Fine. Don’t go poking around in my head.”
The Doctor returned to his feet rather more stiffly. “Well, now that that’s settled - wherever did Clark go?”