Together Again For The First Time, parts 3 and 4 (Ten, Dawn, rated 15, Buffyverse/Doctor Who cross)
Title: Together Again For The First Time, parts 3 and 4
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: 877 and 483
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 3 - Never Go Shopping With a Summers Girl
“Thanks for going back and getting Emort, Clark” said Dawn happily, clutching her pet vole. His new, somewhat upgraded, travel sphere fit comfortably in her arm as they walked through the space station concourse.
The seven foot tall lizard in their party was drawing most of the looks from the crowd of people around them, but that was mainly due to Clark’s height more than anything. Clark shrugged. “Ath it wath a thpace thtation rather than your backwardth planet, I figured if I could come along for the trip, tho could Emort.”
“It’s not totally backwards! Well, not everywhere. You’d fit in fine around my sister’s area, they’ve got lots of non-humanoids lurking around there.”
The Doctor raised an eyebrow as they carried on though the crowded market. “Excuse me, sir,” he muttered, squeezing around a large Judoon striding through the lanes of shoppers. “Sounds rather enlightened for the twenty-first century. Oooo! Lets try that stall over there.”
Dawn rolled her eyes and angled towards the stall in question. “You so need to get out of Britain more. Try America for a change. Live a little.”
“No thanks,” the Doctor said quickly, “Last time I was in San Francisco, I almost left my hearts behind. Not to mention being convinced I was half human for some time.” He turned to the stallkeeper and indicated the array of parts laid out before him. “Any chance of a Klining resonating crystal and some copper wiring?”
Dawn sighed. Another stall some distance away caught her eye. “Just going over there for a look, kay?”
Distracted, the Doctor nodded. Clark, already laden down with the aluminum tubing, smiled. “Thhouldn’t take uth too long, Dawn.” Dawn grinned as she and Emort headed over to the new stall. Clark’s wide grin, exposing all those teeth of his, was turning out to be quite the negotiating tool when actually purchasing stuff. Almost like a ten percent discount card.
She slowed down as she approached the stall, all its jewellery and bangles laid out in rows. “Ooo, shiny!” she whispered. She stood before it, and stared around. One piece, a green mineral polished and set in a gold ring seemed to call to her. She reached out for it. She slipped it on one finger, and admired it. “A snip at only 450 credits, dear,” said the stallholder, correctly recognising the must-have-this look on Dawn’s face.
There was a loud explosion, quickly followed by another one. And then a third and a fourth. The deck shook, then tilted, sending Dawn staggering to the side. Then the floor buckled and collapsed.
Dawn fell, along with most of the one side of the market. The sudden jar as they hit the next floor underneath took her feet out from under her. Then the next floor groaned and also collapsed. “Shoddy construction,” she gasped, desperately trying to hang onto Emort. She looked upwards, and her eyes widened as a large section of wreckage fell straight towards her.
“Oh, f--!”
~ + ~
Back in the market, alert sirens were going off everywhere, and an automated sprinkler system had kicked in, trying to douse a couple of fires that had already sprung up. The Doctor and Clark tried to make their way through the stampeding crowd to where Dawn had been. Clark’s smile was gone, but his sharp, pointed teeth cleared as much of a route for them as possible.
“I can still feel her in the back of my head, Clark,” the Doctor yelled over the pandemonium, “She’s still alive somewhere.”
“We’ll find her, Doctor,” grunted Clark, and redoubled his efforts.
They arrived at the edge of the gigantic hole in the deck, and gazed down. At least ten floors had also collapsed, and gone with the remains of the market. The Doctor gazed down, eyes full of repressed fury. “We can’t get down this way,” he said tightly, “Head back for the liftshafts.”
Clark raised one scaly paw upwards. “You hear that, Doctor?”
Above the sirens blaring, the Doctor could make out one other repeating message.
”Alert! Alert! Station under attack by unknown forces! Proceed to defense stations immediately. Boarding parties are already on board.”
~ + ~
Choking and gasping for air, Dawn pulled herself out of the wreckage, still clutching Emort’s travel sphere. Crawling into a nearby corridor that seemed solid and dependable, she finally stopped. Covered in dust, she wearily slumped down against one of the few still standing walls nearby. She could hear a couple of arguing voices drawing near, but just couldn’t bring herself to care.
The voices stopped bickering, and Dawn was mildly aware of two people coming over to her. “Hey,” one said, gently shaking her shoulder, “You okay, hun?”
“Typical,” said the other strangely familiar sounding voice, “Middle of a disaster, and he stops to pick up the pretty girl.”
“Ignore my partner,” the man said, “I’m Captain Jack Harkness, and this is my partner Captain John Hart. Anything we can do to help?”
Dawn’s eyes finally focused, and she looked at the man kneeling next to her. Good looking, with a smile that could cause people to go weak at the knees. She looked up at his partner, and her eyes grew wide.
“S..Spike?” she stammered.
Part 4 - Out of Time and Out of Mind
Jack’s smile grew. “No, that’s just a piece of rebar.” He helped her up and wrapped a handkerchief around her hand where the steel had punctured it. “So what’s a nice young girl like you doing in the middle of a corporate uprising like this?”
“I... was shopping.” Dawn raised her other hand and displayed the ring on it.
John peered at the ring. “Lovely. Berylite and gold. Must be worth over 300 credits.”
Dawn coughed. “The shopkeeper asked for 450, but I didn’t get a chance to pay for it before the floor gave out.”
“Ah, yes, that would be the Oskerians. Long standing family feud between them and the Loosilians that currently control The Bluth Company.” Jack pointed down the corridor. “The Oskerians are about to attack the life support systems up on deck 14. It’s probably for the best that you fell into our arms.” He tugged at her uninjured hand. “Follow us.”
“Who are you? Where are we going?” Dawn was a little nervous about being hustled through a strange space station by these two.
“First tell us why you’re carrying a Mbatanossite Prairie Vole around.”
“His name is Emort, and he’s very friendly.”
They turned a corner and John pushed Dawn up against the wall. “He’s been extinct for over three hundred years.”
“You’re sure you’re not Spike?”
John’s eyebrow quirked. “No, I just have one of those faces. One of those incredibly striking and handsome faces. Never gone by the name of Spike, but I like the sound of it.”
Jack snorted. “Sounds like a dog or a male stripper, to me.” He raised his hands apologetically. “Sorry, love, but as much as I enjoy playing good-cop or friendly-prison-warden-who-likes-to-help-the-prisoners-shower, John here is even better at playing bad cop. And you’re not a local here. So, what’s your name, and how did you get here?”
Dawn glared at them both. “My name is Dawn Summers, and I got here in a TARDIS.”
John scoffed. “Those have been extinct even longer than your rodent friend. Next thing you’re going to tell us that you’re a Time Lord.”
“I am.”
“She is.” John froze. Behind him Jack was scanning Dawn with a handheld device. “She’s got a binary circulatory system and a psychic field.”
John’s grip fell away, and Dawn brushed her hair back. “Thank you, Jack. I’m a Time Lady, and my friend the Doctor-who-is-also-a-Time-Lord and his pal Clark the seven-foot lizard are standing right behind you.”
Jack and John spun around. Dawn wasn’t lying, but she wasn’t expecting the Doctor to jump back the way that John did.
“J-Jack,” said the Doctor.
Dawn shook her head. “Does he just have one of those faces too?”
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: 877 and 483
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 3 - Never Go Shopping With a Summers Girl
“Thanks for going back and getting Emort, Clark” said Dawn happily, clutching her pet vole. His new, somewhat upgraded, travel sphere fit comfortably in her arm as they walked through the space station concourse.
The seven foot tall lizard in their party was drawing most of the looks from the crowd of people around them, but that was mainly due to Clark’s height more than anything. Clark shrugged. “Ath it wath a thpace thtation rather than your backwardth planet, I figured if I could come along for the trip, tho could Emort.”
“It’s not totally backwards! Well, not everywhere. You’d fit in fine around my sister’s area, they’ve got lots of non-humanoids lurking around there.”
The Doctor raised an eyebrow as they carried on though the crowded market. “Excuse me, sir,” he muttered, squeezing around a large Judoon striding through the lanes of shoppers. “Sounds rather enlightened for the twenty-first century. Oooo! Lets try that stall over there.”
Dawn rolled her eyes and angled towards the stall in question. “You so need to get out of Britain more. Try America for a change. Live a little.”
“No thanks,” the Doctor said quickly, “Last time I was in San Francisco, I almost left my hearts behind. Not to mention being convinced I was half human for some time.” He turned to the stallkeeper and indicated the array of parts laid out before him. “Any chance of a Klining resonating crystal and some copper wiring?”
Dawn sighed. Another stall some distance away caught her eye. “Just going over there for a look, kay?”
Distracted, the Doctor nodded. Clark, already laden down with the aluminum tubing, smiled. “Thhouldn’t take uth too long, Dawn.” Dawn grinned as she and Emort headed over to the new stall. Clark’s wide grin, exposing all those teeth of his, was turning out to be quite the negotiating tool when actually purchasing stuff. Almost like a ten percent discount card.
She slowed down as she approached the stall, all its jewellery and bangles laid out in rows. “Ooo, shiny!” she whispered. She stood before it, and stared around. One piece, a green mineral polished and set in a gold ring seemed to call to her. She reached out for it. She slipped it on one finger, and admired it. “A snip at only 450 credits, dear,” said the stallholder, correctly recognising the must-have-this look on Dawn’s face.
There was a loud explosion, quickly followed by another one. And then a third and a fourth. The deck shook, then tilted, sending Dawn staggering to the side. Then the floor buckled and collapsed.
Dawn fell, along with most of the one side of the market. The sudden jar as they hit the next floor underneath took her feet out from under her. Then the next floor groaned and also collapsed. “Shoddy construction,” she gasped, desperately trying to hang onto Emort. She looked upwards, and her eyes widened as a large section of wreckage fell straight towards her.
“Oh, f--!”
~ + ~
Back in the market, alert sirens were going off everywhere, and an automated sprinkler system had kicked in, trying to douse a couple of fires that had already sprung up. The Doctor and Clark tried to make their way through the stampeding crowd to where Dawn had been. Clark’s smile was gone, but his sharp, pointed teeth cleared as much of a route for them as possible.
“I can still feel her in the back of my head, Clark,” the Doctor yelled over the pandemonium, “She’s still alive somewhere.”
“We’ll find her, Doctor,” grunted Clark, and redoubled his efforts.
They arrived at the edge of the gigantic hole in the deck, and gazed down. At least ten floors had also collapsed, and gone with the remains of the market. The Doctor gazed down, eyes full of repressed fury. “We can’t get down this way,” he said tightly, “Head back for the liftshafts.”
Clark raised one scaly paw upwards. “You hear that, Doctor?”
Above the sirens blaring, the Doctor could make out one other repeating message.
”Alert! Alert! Station under attack by unknown forces! Proceed to defense stations immediately. Boarding parties are already on board.”
~ + ~
Choking and gasping for air, Dawn pulled herself out of the wreckage, still clutching Emort’s travel sphere. Crawling into a nearby corridor that seemed solid and dependable, she finally stopped. Covered in dust, she wearily slumped down against one of the few still standing walls nearby. She could hear a couple of arguing voices drawing near, but just couldn’t bring herself to care.
The voices stopped bickering, and Dawn was mildly aware of two people coming over to her. “Hey,” one said, gently shaking her shoulder, “You okay, hun?”
“Typical,” said the other strangely familiar sounding voice, “Middle of a disaster, and he stops to pick up the pretty girl.”
“Ignore my partner,” the man said, “I’m Captain Jack Harkness, and this is my partner Captain John Hart. Anything we can do to help?”
Dawn’s eyes finally focused, and she looked at the man kneeling next to her. Good looking, with a smile that could cause people to go weak at the knees. She looked up at his partner, and her eyes grew wide.
“S..Spike?” she stammered.
Part 4 - Out of Time and Out of Mind
Jack’s smile grew. “No, that’s just a piece of rebar.” He helped her up and wrapped a handkerchief around her hand where the steel had punctured it. “So what’s a nice young girl like you doing in the middle of a corporate uprising like this?”
“I... was shopping.” Dawn raised her other hand and displayed the ring on it.
John peered at the ring. “Lovely. Berylite and gold. Must be worth over 300 credits.”
Dawn coughed. “The shopkeeper asked for 450, but I didn’t get a chance to pay for it before the floor gave out.”
“Ah, yes, that would be the Oskerians. Long standing family feud between them and the Loosilians that currently control The Bluth Company.” Jack pointed down the corridor. “The Oskerians are about to attack the life support systems up on deck 14. It’s probably for the best that you fell into our arms.” He tugged at her uninjured hand. “Follow us.”
“Who are you? Where are we going?” Dawn was a little nervous about being hustled through a strange space station by these two.
“First tell us why you’re carrying a Mbatanossite Prairie Vole around.”
“His name is Emort, and he’s very friendly.”
They turned a corner and John pushed Dawn up against the wall. “He’s been extinct for over three hundred years.”
“You’re sure you’re not Spike?”
John’s eyebrow quirked. “No, I just have one of those faces. One of those incredibly striking and handsome faces. Never gone by the name of Spike, but I like the sound of it.”
Jack snorted. “Sounds like a dog or a male stripper, to me.” He raised his hands apologetically. “Sorry, love, but as much as I enjoy playing good-cop or friendly-prison-warden-who-likes-to-help-the-prisoners-shower, John here is even better at playing bad cop. And you’re not a local here. So, what’s your name, and how did you get here?”
Dawn glared at them both. “My name is Dawn Summers, and I got here in a TARDIS.”
John scoffed. “Those have been extinct even longer than your rodent friend. Next thing you’re going to tell us that you’re a Time Lord.”
“I am.”
“She is.” John froze. Behind him Jack was scanning Dawn with a handheld device. “She’s got a binary circulatory system and a psychic field.”
John’s grip fell away, and Dawn brushed her hair back. “Thank you, Jack. I’m a Time Lady, and my friend the Doctor-who-is-also-a-Time-Lord and his pal Clark the seven-foot lizard are standing right behind you.”
Jack and John spun around. Dawn wasn’t lying, but she wasn’t expecting the Doctor to jump back the way that John did.
“J-Jack,” said the Doctor.
Dawn shook her head. “Does he just have one of those faces too?”