Together Again For The First Time, parts 5 and 6 (Ten, Dawn, rated 15, Buffyverse/Doctor Who cross)
Title: Together Again For The First Time, parts 5 and 6
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: 368 and 446
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 5 - Will the Real Jack Please Stand Up?
“Well you obviously seem to know me, and I definitely like what I’m seeing, but could we concentrate on the important thing here?” Captain Jack Harkness smiled at the group.
The deck shook and rumbled again as tremors spread through the station. “The little matter of the shoddy manufacture and the several storey drop I just went through, by any chance?” said Dawn bitterly. She clutched Emort tightly. “And leave my vole alone!”
“That vole is clearly and distinctly out of its natural time frame!” Jack said hotly. “It shouldn’t be here and you know it!”
“Seriously?” said the Doctor disbelievingly. “The station’s under attack, the place is built so badly we don’t know which part’s going to break next, and you’re worried about a vole?”
Captain John shrugged. “He gets a little… focused… on the job at times.”
“He’s not even flirting with her!”
Captain Jack Harkness frowned. “Plenty of time for relaxation after getting the job done. Now, your vole…”
“Oh my god! It’s like I don’t know him at all!”
“Perhapth we thhould hold thith dithcuthion thomewhere a little more thable,” Clark interjected, looking worriedly at the wreckage behind them. “I don’t like the way the wallth are creaking.”
“Easy for you to say, ‘thunthhine’,” smirked Captain John, but he still pointed back along the corridor he and Captain Jack had come from. “There’s a reinforced section back there that we can regroup in.”
The mixed collection of people set off down the corridor, Dawn still tightly hugging Emort’s travel sphere tightly to her chest and glaring at Jack. There was a sudden cracking noise and everyone froze.
“Oh, thhit-“
The metal decking buckled and split, sending everyone flying. “Doctor!” bellowed Clark, and threw himself at the Doctor and Captain John knocking them down to the side as a massive collection of wreckage dropped to the deck where they’d been standing.
Dazed, Dawn looked up from her position on the floor and realised she’d dropped Emort’s sphere.
“Noooo…” she screamed as she saw the large gaping hole in the now sloping decking, and Emort rolling right towards it at high speed.
Part 6 - In Which We Discover That Clark Has Hidden Depths
Clark snapped into action: his jaw fell down and his prehensile tongue darted out, snagging Emort’s travel sphere before it could tumble to his almost certain doom. The tongue retracted slowly, allowing Dawn to gingerly retrieve the vole before he encountered Clark’s digestive tract.
Jack spoke first. “Where do you keep all of that?”
Clark simply smiled. “It fitth nithely in my mouth. Not being able to thay the letter eth ith a thmall prithe to pay.”
“What else can you do with it?” asked Jack, while the Doctor and John both gave him the same look.
John’s head tilted at this. “I guess you do know him. Sorry about that. Being Time Agents, this happens to us on occasion.” He extended his hand to the Doctor, who shook it firmly.
“Same thing, being a Time Lord. Gets terribly confusing at cocktail parties.”
John nodded. “Of course, I’ll have to follow standard procedure now and take Jack to get his memories altered. What do you think we should put in its place?”
“Perhaps something involving an evening with Clark,” said the Doctor, as they watched Jack and Clark exchanging single entendres.
Dawn rolled her eyes. “He wouldn’t flirt with me, but a seven-foot tall lizard...”
John tousled Dawn’s hair. “No worries, niblet. It’s a seven-foot lizard with a seven-foot tongue. By Jack’s standards, you never stood a chance.” Then John looked at his own hand like it was an alien. “Now, that was entirely too natural.”
The Doctor shook his head. “We’d better get a move on before both of you wind up with memory wipes.” The structure rumbled again. “Where’s this reinforced section?”
“Down on deck 3.” John waved a hand behind him. “There’s an emergency ladder tube this way, no way am I going to risk the lifts in this place.”
“Agreed. Allons-y!”
The little group proceeded down the ladders, Emort’s traveling sphere securely wrapped in Clark’s prehensile tail this time. The Doctor led the way, with John taking the rear position. Despite the continued rumbles and rattles, their progress down to deck 3 was comparatively uneventful.
Finally they reached the reinforced shuttle bay where the Captains’ transport awaited them. Visible through the hangar door was the ongoing space battle between the Oskerians and Loosilians. Dawn watched it, completely agog, while Jack and Clark and John and the Doctor continued trading war stories.
After a few minutes, Dawn shouted, “Doctor!”
He turned towards her. “Something wicked this way comes?”
“No.” Dawn pointed at an object floating through the battlefield. “But out that way the TARDIS goes.”
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: 368 and 446
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 5 - Will the Real Jack Please Stand Up?
“Well you obviously seem to know me, and I definitely like what I’m seeing, but could we concentrate on the important thing here?” Captain Jack Harkness smiled at the group.
The deck shook and rumbled again as tremors spread through the station. “The little matter of the shoddy manufacture and the several storey drop I just went through, by any chance?” said Dawn bitterly. She clutched Emort tightly. “And leave my vole alone!”
“That vole is clearly and distinctly out of its natural time frame!” Jack said hotly. “It shouldn’t be here and you know it!”
“Seriously?” said the Doctor disbelievingly. “The station’s under attack, the place is built so badly we don’t know which part’s going to break next, and you’re worried about a vole?”
Captain John shrugged. “He gets a little… focused… on the job at times.”
“He’s not even flirting with her!”
Captain Jack Harkness frowned. “Plenty of time for relaxation after getting the job done. Now, your vole…”
“Oh my god! It’s like I don’t know him at all!”
“Perhapth we thhould hold thith dithcuthion thomewhere a little more thable,” Clark interjected, looking worriedly at the wreckage behind them. “I don’t like the way the wallth are creaking.”
“Easy for you to say, ‘thunthhine’,” smirked Captain John, but he still pointed back along the corridor he and Captain Jack had come from. “There’s a reinforced section back there that we can regroup in.”
The mixed collection of people set off down the corridor, Dawn still tightly hugging Emort’s travel sphere tightly to her chest and glaring at Jack. There was a sudden cracking noise and everyone froze.
“Oh, thhit-“
The metal decking buckled and split, sending everyone flying. “Doctor!” bellowed Clark, and threw himself at the Doctor and Captain John knocking them down to the side as a massive collection of wreckage dropped to the deck where they’d been standing.
Dazed, Dawn looked up from her position on the floor and realised she’d dropped Emort’s sphere.
“Noooo…” she screamed as she saw the large gaping hole in the now sloping decking, and Emort rolling right towards it at high speed.
Part 6 - In Which We Discover That Clark Has Hidden Depths
Clark snapped into action: his jaw fell down and his prehensile tongue darted out, snagging Emort’s travel sphere before it could tumble to his almost certain doom. The tongue retracted slowly, allowing Dawn to gingerly retrieve the vole before he encountered Clark’s digestive tract.
Jack spoke first. “Where do you keep all of that?”
Clark simply smiled. “It fitth nithely in my mouth. Not being able to thay the letter eth ith a thmall prithe to pay.”
“What else can you do with it?” asked Jack, while the Doctor and John both gave him the same look.
John’s head tilted at this. “I guess you do know him. Sorry about that. Being Time Agents, this happens to us on occasion.” He extended his hand to the Doctor, who shook it firmly.
“Same thing, being a Time Lord. Gets terribly confusing at cocktail parties.”
John nodded. “Of course, I’ll have to follow standard procedure now and take Jack to get his memories altered. What do you think we should put in its place?”
“Perhaps something involving an evening with Clark,” said the Doctor, as they watched Jack and Clark exchanging single entendres.
Dawn rolled her eyes. “He wouldn’t flirt with me, but a seven-foot tall lizard...”
John tousled Dawn’s hair. “No worries, niblet. It’s a seven-foot lizard with a seven-foot tongue. By Jack’s standards, you never stood a chance.” Then John looked at his own hand like it was an alien. “Now, that was entirely too natural.”
The Doctor shook his head. “We’d better get a move on before both of you wind up with memory wipes.” The structure rumbled again. “Where’s this reinforced section?”
“Down on deck 3.” John waved a hand behind him. “There’s an emergency ladder tube this way, no way am I going to risk the lifts in this place.”
“Agreed. Allons-y!”
The little group proceeded down the ladders, Emort’s traveling sphere securely wrapped in Clark’s prehensile tail this time. The Doctor led the way, with John taking the rear position. Despite the continued rumbles and rattles, their progress down to deck 3 was comparatively uneventful.
Finally they reached the reinforced shuttle bay where the Captains’ transport awaited them. Visible through the hangar door was the ongoing space battle between the Oskerians and Loosilians. Dawn watched it, completely agog, while Jack and Clark and John and the Doctor continued trading war stories.
After a few minutes, Dawn shouted, “Doctor!”
He turned towards her. “Something wicked this way comes?”
“No.” Dawn pointed at an object floating through the battlefield. “But out that way the TARDIS goes.”