Together Again For The First Time, parts 9 and 10 (Ten, Dawn, rated 15, Buffyverse/Doctor Who cross)
Title: Together Again For The First Time, parts 9 and 10
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: 639 and 504
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 9 - Time To Split
“We got the guns, you have the upper body strength,” Captain John said, carefully taking a look around the edge of their hiding place. He gestured to Clark, “See, your mate the Doctor’s up there on that viewpoint station with those two Judoon looming over him. Only, what with all this damage from the firefight, collapsing debris from the other floors and just general bad building-“
“--There’th only one thupport thtructure holding it up now,” Clark interrupted.
“Thpot on, me old china,” said John, and cheerfully ignored the death glare from Clark. “If Jack and I co-ordinate our fire enough to keep everyone’s head down for a moment, reckon you can get across there and take out that beam?”
“And the ‘unauthorized weapon’ you thaid thomething about earlier?” Clark mused, carefully judging the distance he’d have to sprint across.
Captain John grinned broadly. “Oh, let’s just keep that one as a surprise, shall we?”
Clark looked at him, then at the distance again. He nodded firmly. “Let’th do it.”
~ + ~
Dawn poked Captain Jack Harkness in the side yet again. “Are they ready yet, huh? Are they ready yet?”
Jack swallowed a curse, and tried slapping her bony finger away for what had to be the fifth or six time. “Stop that!” he hissed.
“Nu-uh,” Dawn said mulishly, “When I get nervous, I bug the nearest annoying authority figure, and as my sister isn’t here, you’re elected.”
Jack glared at her, then cocked his head thoughtfully to one side. “Sister, huh? Gotta say I always did like the tall brunette type,” he said, his gaze sweeping up and down Dawn’s body.
“Ewww, no!” squealed Dawn, “No chance, buster! She’s short and blonde, and totally more into older guys.” She stopped suddenly and smirked up at Jack.
“What?” Jack said cautiously. Already, he’d learned it was never a good sign when Dawn shut up.
Dawn nodded towards the other side of the hanger deck. “Now, your ‘partner’ John over there, so totally her type. Guaranteed.”
Jack stared at her. “But I have dimples. Dimples! Look at them! How can she resist that? And with John? John?!!?”
A beep sounded from his wrist communicator. “Oh, thank god,” Jack moaned, and turned his attention back to getting ready to open fire. Naturally, Dawn took full advantage of the situation to poke him in the ribs again.
~ + ~
“Three! Two! One!” yelled John, and popped up from behind his cover, shooting wildly at the Judoon. Jack quickly also joined in, and the crossfire caused all the Judoon on the hanger floor to dive for shelter.
Clark took a deep breath, and sprinted towards the overview point. Approaching it rapidly, he mentally scanned it for what looked like the weakest point and shoulder-charged it with all his might.
It snapped clear off, and Clark ended up sailing straight on past, now clutching a metal support strut. “What the..?”
Behind him, the Judoon Commander staggered as the platform rocked, and then collapsed, sending him and the unconscious Doctor’s body crashing down to the decking. “No! Fo! Bo!” he barked out as he descended. Jumping as gracefully as a rhino in a spacesuit could, he leapt away from the rubble and landed solidly on the hanger floor.
Clark suddenly had a much better idea as to what to do with the metal beam in his hand, and quickly swung it around to catch the Judoon Commander’s head. The Judoon stood there, still blinking for a moment, before slowly falling to the ground.
Clark grinned, and dropped the beam. Quickly moving to the rubble, he dragged the Doctor out from underneath it. Suddenly, he noticed it was all quiet around him. No sound of gunfire from either side.
He draped the Doctor over one shoulder and turned around. All the remaining Judoon were now standing around him, guns pointed directly at his body. And no sign whatsoever of Dawn, Jack or John.
“Po! Cro! Lo” barked one Judoon, and wiggled his gun towards the lift door they’d come in on. Clark sighed. Looked like yet another cell he’d be sharing with the Doctor.
~ + ~
Two corridors away, and still running, the others finally came to a stop as they emerged into a storage area, with massive tanks bubbling away beside them. Dawn dragged on Jack’s sleeve as they panted and tried to get their breath back. “What’s going on? Why did we leave them? Where’s Clark and the Doctor?”
“Too… many… Judoon… reinforcements coming up from the other side of the hanger,” Captain John said, gasping for air. “Couldn’t get everyone out, so settled for the cutest.”
There was a sudden trample of feet and several Judoon rushed around the corner.
“Shit!” yelled John and went for his weapon. The Judoon opened fire as well, and yet again, Dawn found herself diving for cover. Both Jack and John shot back, and a gunfight started, both sides hiding behind the storage tanks.
There was a sudden cracking noise from the side of Dawn, and slightly above her. Puzzled, she looked up and saw the storage tank had been hit by several Judoon shots. As the stressed metal creaked, she saw a tiny crack start at the bottom, and then quickly shot upwards across the surface.
“Jack!” she yelled, “The tanks are splittin-“
Too late, as one, then another tank burst under the strain and the stress, spilling it’s highly compacted contents into the room. Another tank blew, then another, causing the yellow concentrate to pour out upon them.
The Judoon, being a lot smarter than they looked, took one look and ran to the exit door. Slamming it behind them, the sound of the door being locked was quite clear. As yet more tanks blew, the concentrate started coming up to Dawn’s knees. Jack and John, cursing, tried to charge the door down.
“Crap!” muttered John, “The amount of stuff in those tanks…. That’ll come to well over our heads!”
By now, the flood was at Dawn’s waist and still rising. It smelled…kinda familiar. Dawn picked up a bit on her finger, sniffed it and then tasted it.
“Omigod,” yelled Dawn, “Is this--? Am I going to be drowned in banana concentrate?!?!”
Part 10 - Sweetness Follows
The Doctor came to and groggily lifted his head up. “What hit me? Where are we? Who’s here?”
Clark waved a hand. “Jutht you and me, Doctor. I think the Time Agentth took off with Dawn, leaving uth behind.”
“Huh.” The Doctor’s tongue darted out. “Why do I taste bananas?”
Clark shrugged. “Dunno, Doctor. You haven’t eaten anything thinthe we got here.”
The Doctor shook his head. “No, I feel like I’m turning into a banana. I can taste it and smell it and even sort of feel it.”
“Thearch me. Although the Judoon already thaw to that.”
The Doctor felt at his pockets. “Looks like they did with me, although, lucky me, those thick rhinoceri failed to recognize the threat of a sonic screw driver.” He pulled it out. “But seriously - oh bloody hells!”
“What?” Clark stood, his tail flicking anxiously.
“I’m not tasting bananas, Dawn is! It’s in the back of my head. Impressive how quick she figured out that trick. They're trapped and in deep, uh, trouble.” The Doctor went and pounded the force field of the cell. “Hello! Anyone there?”
A single Judoon trudged into view. “Prisoners are to remain seated in their cells at all times during this emergency situation.”
The Doctor winked at Clark while they both sat down. “Really? What’s the emergency?”
“Prisoners are not authorized to make such inquiries.”
“But why are we prisoners? We just wanted off this module while it was falling apart around our ears.” Clark edged closer to the end of the bench during this line of questioning.
The Judoon snorted. “All persons of unknown allegiance are to be incarcerated until the identities of the Oskerian saboteurs are discovered.”
“Saboteurs, eh?”
“Correct.”
The Doctor scratched his head with the sonic screwdriver. “So all of your squad mates are off rounding up potential saboteurs?”
“Correct.”
“Good to know.” The Doctor pressed a button on the screwdriver and deactivated the force field. Clark immediately sprang onto their sole guard, who didn’t have time to draw his blaster before Clark was on top of him. Both combatants had thick skulls, so Clark’s head-butt only slowed the Judoon down. Clark doubled over from a gut-shot the Judoon expertly delivered, but managed to wrap his tail around the guard’s ankle. The guard landed on his stomach and Clark managed to pin him down, wrapping one arm around his neck in a sleeper hold. Finally, the Judoon went limp and unconscious, and Clark got to his feet.
Clark pointed to a small safe in the corner. “Can you open it?”
The Doctor nodded and pulsed the sonic screwdriver at the cabinet. It clicked open, and Clark retrieved his gun belt.
“So, Clark, if I hadn’t befriended you back at the temple...?”
“I would have had no trouble thubduing you.” Clark grinned. “There wath a reathon why they left only the organ player guarding the diamond.” He finished cinching the belt into place and put his hat back on. “Let’th go thave Dawn and thothe two cute but treacherouth Time Agentth.”
The Doctor blinked. “Right then. We’ll need to get back to deck three.”
“Allonth-y.”
~*~
The banana sludge was now up to Dawn’s chest, as she thought about it furiously in the Doctor’s direction, hoping that he’d come to and could come through. For plan B, she shouted, “Either of you two have any other bright ideas?”
Jack clamped a hand around her mouth. “Shut up,” he hissed. “We need the Judoon on the other side of that door to think that we’ve drowned.” Jack stifled a yelp as Dawn bit on his fingers. “Stop that!” He dragged her with him towards a wall with no apparent exits. Captain John had already waded over there. John gave Dawn a cross look and she immediately settled down. He put a finger to his lips and motioned for John to release her mouth.
“I’m trying to signal our location and situation to the Doctor,” whispered Dawn.
John shook his head. “Handy trick, but we’re way ahead of you.”
Jack still seemed skeptical. “Do you know what’s on the other side of this wall? Because I don’t.”
“Calm down, sweet cheeks. We’re obviously in a storage section, so what’s on the other side can’t be worse than this.”
Dawn cleared her throat, which was currently surrounded by banana concentrate. “Whatever your plan is, could you get it going?” Her arms were growing tired of holding Emort up above the goo.
John nodded and pointed his sonic blaster at the wall. Jack took a firm hold of Dawn’s waist. “Don’t want you to get swept away.”
John fired the blaster, and a square hole appeared in the wall. Unfortunately, the surge of concentrate through it was sufficient to sweep all three of them off of their feet and into the darkness beyond the hole.
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: 639 and 504
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 9 - Time To Split
“We got the guns, you have the upper body strength,” Captain John said, carefully taking a look around the edge of their hiding place. He gestured to Clark, “See, your mate the Doctor’s up there on that viewpoint station with those two Judoon looming over him. Only, what with all this damage from the firefight, collapsing debris from the other floors and just general bad building-“
“--There’th only one thupport thtructure holding it up now,” Clark interrupted.
“Thpot on, me old china,” said John, and cheerfully ignored the death glare from Clark. “If Jack and I co-ordinate our fire enough to keep everyone’s head down for a moment, reckon you can get across there and take out that beam?”
“And the ‘unauthorized weapon’ you thaid thomething about earlier?” Clark mused, carefully judging the distance he’d have to sprint across.
Captain John grinned broadly. “Oh, let’s just keep that one as a surprise, shall we?”
Clark looked at him, then at the distance again. He nodded firmly. “Let’th do it.”
~ + ~
Dawn poked Captain Jack Harkness in the side yet again. “Are they ready yet, huh? Are they ready yet?”
Jack swallowed a curse, and tried slapping her bony finger away for what had to be the fifth or six time. “Stop that!” he hissed.
“Nu-uh,” Dawn said mulishly, “When I get nervous, I bug the nearest annoying authority figure, and as my sister isn’t here, you’re elected.”
Jack glared at her, then cocked his head thoughtfully to one side. “Sister, huh? Gotta say I always did like the tall brunette type,” he said, his gaze sweeping up and down Dawn’s body.
“Ewww, no!” squealed Dawn, “No chance, buster! She’s short and blonde, and totally more into older guys.” She stopped suddenly and smirked up at Jack.
“What?” Jack said cautiously. Already, he’d learned it was never a good sign when Dawn shut up.
Dawn nodded towards the other side of the hanger deck. “Now, your ‘partner’ John over there, so totally her type. Guaranteed.”
Jack stared at her. “But I have dimples. Dimples! Look at them! How can she resist that? And with John? John?!!?”
A beep sounded from his wrist communicator. “Oh, thank god,” Jack moaned, and turned his attention back to getting ready to open fire. Naturally, Dawn took full advantage of the situation to poke him in the ribs again.
~ + ~
“Three! Two! One!” yelled John, and popped up from behind his cover, shooting wildly at the Judoon. Jack quickly also joined in, and the crossfire caused all the Judoon on the hanger floor to dive for shelter.
Clark took a deep breath, and sprinted towards the overview point. Approaching it rapidly, he mentally scanned it for what looked like the weakest point and shoulder-charged it with all his might.
It snapped clear off, and Clark ended up sailing straight on past, now clutching a metal support strut. “What the..?”
Behind him, the Judoon Commander staggered as the platform rocked, and then collapsed, sending him and the unconscious Doctor’s body crashing down to the decking. “No! Fo! Bo!” he barked out as he descended. Jumping as gracefully as a rhino in a spacesuit could, he leapt away from the rubble and landed solidly on the hanger floor.
Clark suddenly had a much better idea as to what to do with the metal beam in his hand, and quickly swung it around to catch the Judoon Commander’s head. The Judoon stood there, still blinking for a moment, before slowly falling to the ground.
Clark grinned, and dropped the beam. Quickly moving to the rubble, he dragged the Doctor out from underneath it. Suddenly, he noticed it was all quiet around him. No sound of gunfire from either side.
He draped the Doctor over one shoulder and turned around. All the remaining Judoon were now standing around him, guns pointed directly at his body. And no sign whatsoever of Dawn, Jack or John.
“Po! Cro! Lo” barked one Judoon, and wiggled his gun towards the lift door they’d come in on. Clark sighed. Looked like yet another cell he’d be sharing with the Doctor.
~ + ~
Two corridors away, and still running, the others finally came to a stop as they emerged into a storage area, with massive tanks bubbling away beside them. Dawn dragged on Jack’s sleeve as they panted and tried to get their breath back. “What’s going on? Why did we leave them? Where’s Clark and the Doctor?”
“Too… many… Judoon… reinforcements coming up from the other side of the hanger,” Captain John said, gasping for air. “Couldn’t get everyone out, so settled for the cutest.”
There was a sudden trample of feet and several Judoon rushed around the corner.
“Shit!” yelled John and went for his weapon. The Judoon opened fire as well, and yet again, Dawn found herself diving for cover. Both Jack and John shot back, and a gunfight started, both sides hiding behind the storage tanks.
There was a sudden cracking noise from the side of Dawn, and slightly above her. Puzzled, she looked up and saw the storage tank had been hit by several Judoon shots. As the stressed metal creaked, she saw a tiny crack start at the bottom, and then quickly shot upwards across the surface.
“Jack!” she yelled, “The tanks are splittin-“
Too late, as one, then another tank burst under the strain and the stress, spilling it’s highly compacted contents into the room. Another tank blew, then another, causing the yellow concentrate to pour out upon them.
The Judoon, being a lot smarter than they looked, took one look and ran to the exit door. Slamming it behind them, the sound of the door being locked was quite clear. As yet more tanks blew, the concentrate started coming up to Dawn’s knees. Jack and John, cursing, tried to charge the door down.
“Crap!” muttered John, “The amount of stuff in those tanks…. That’ll come to well over our heads!”
By now, the flood was at Dawn’s waist and still rising. It smelled…kinda familiar. Dawn picked up a bit on her finger, sniffed it and then tasted it.
“Omigod,” yelled Dawn, “Is this--? Am I going to be drowned in banana concentrate?!?!”
Part 10 - Sweetness Follows
The Doctor came to and groggily lifted his head up. “What hit me? Where are we? Who’s here?”
Clark waved a hand. “Jutht you and me, Doctor. I think the Time Agentth took off with Dawn, leaving uth behind.”
“Huh.” The Doctor’s tongue darted out. “Why do I taste bananas?”
Clark shrugged. “Dunno, Doctor. You haven’t eaten anything thinthe we got here.”
The Doctor shook his head. “No, I feel like I’m turning into a banana. I can taste it and smell it and even sort of feel it.”
“Thearch me. Although the Judoon already thaw to that.”
The Doctor felt at his pockets. “Looks like they did with me, although, lucky me, those thick rhinoceri failed to recognize the threat of a sonic screw driver.” He pulled it out. “But seriously - oh bloody hells!”
“What?” Clark stood, his tail flicking anxiously.
“I’m not tasting bananas, Dawn is! It’s in the back of my head. Impressive how quick she figured out that trick. They're trapped and in deep, uh, trouble.” The Doctor went and pounded the force field of the cell. “Hello! Anyone there?”
A single Judoon trudged into view. “Prisoners are to remain seated in their cells at all times during this emergency situation.”
The Doctor winked at Clark while they both sat down. “Really? What’s the emergency?”
“Prisoners are not authorized to make such inquiries.”
“But why are we prisoners? We just wanted off this module while it was falling apart around our ears.” Clark edged closer to the end of the bench during this line of questioning.
The Judoon snorted. “All persons of unknown allegiance are to be incarcerated until the identities of the Oskerian saboteurs are discovered.”
“Saboteurs, eh?”
“Correct.”
The Doctor scratched his head with the sonic screwdriver. “So all of your squad mates are off rounding up potential saboteurs?”
“Correct.”
“Good to know.” The Doctor pressed a button on the screwdriver and deactivated the force field. Clark immediately sprang onto their sole guard, who didn’t have time to draw his blaster before Clark was on top of him. Both combatants had thick skulls, so Clark’s head-butt only slowed the Judoon down. Clark doubled over from a gut-shot the Judoon expertly delivered, but managed to wrap his tail around the guard’s ankle. The guard landed on his stomach and Clark managed to pin him down, wrapping one arm around his neck in a sleeper hold. Finally, the Judoon went limp and unconscious, and Clark got to his feet.
Clark pointed to a small safe in the corner. “Can you open it?”
The Doctor nodded and pulsed the sonic screwdriver at the cabinet. It clicked open, and Clark retrieved his gun belt.
“So, Clark, if I hadn’t befriended you back at the temple...?”
“I would have had no trouble thubduing you.” Clark grinned. “There wath a reathon why they left only the organ player guarding the diamond.” He finished cinching the belt into place and put his hat back on. “Let’th go thave Dawn and thothe two cute but treacherouth Time Agentth.”
The Doctor blinked. “Right then. We’ll need to get back to deck three.”
“Allonth-y.”
~*~
The banana sludge was now up to Dawn’s chest, as she thought about it furiously in the Doctor’s direction, hoping that he’d come to and could come through. For plan B, she shouted, “Either of you two have any other bright ideas?”
Jack clamped a hand around her mouth. “Shut up,” he hissed. “We need the Judoon on the other side of that door to think that we’ve drowned.” Jack stifled a yelp as Dawn bit on his fingers. “Stop that!” He dragged her with him towards a wall with no apparent exits. Captain John had already waded over there. John gave Dawn a cross look and she immediately settled down. He put a finger to his lips and motioned for John to release her mouth.
“I’m trying to signal our location and situation to the Doctor,” whispered Dawn.
John shook his head. “Handy trick, but we’re way ahead of you.”
Jack still seemed skeptical. “Do you know what’s on the other side of this wall? Because I don’t.”
“Calm down, sweet cheeks. We’re obviously in a storage section, so what’s on the other side can’t be worse than this.”
Dawn cleared her throat, which was currently surrounded by banana concentrate. “Whatever your plan is, could you get it going?” Her arms were growing tired of holding Emort up above the goo.
John nodded and pointed his sonic blaster at the wall. Jack took a firm hold of Dawn’s waist. “Don’t want you to get swept away.”
John fired the blaster, and a square hole appeared in the wall. Unfortunately, the surge of concentrate through it was sufficient to sweep all three of them off of their feet and into the darkness beyond the hole.