Together Again For The First Time, parts 13 and 14/15 (Ten, Dawn, rated 15, Buffy/Doctor Who cross)
Title: Together Again For The First Time, parts 13/15 and 14/15
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: 598 and 548
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 11 - Putting the Band Back Together
The Doctor glared at Captain John Hart, who just shrugged. “What?” he said.
“If you even think about saying you were only following orders, then I will leave you behind,” the Doctor snapped in a cold, furious tone.
A hopeful look appeared in John’s eyes. “That mean you won’t?”
The Doctor continued glaring at him. “Dawn seems to like you and she’s an adequate judge of character.”
“I went off with you, didn’t I?” muttered Dawn, grabbing Emort back from the Doctor’s arms. Quickly hugging both Clark and the Doctor (a difficult task, using only the one arm that wasn’t carrying Emort), she held Emort’s tightly and began cooing to the confused and seasick looking vole.
The station rumbled and shook yet again. Captain John flashed a grin at them all again. “Much as I appreciate the potential of a get-away, given my so-called ‘partner’ has legged it with our only spaceworthy ship, any ideas on what we do now?”
“We head two floorth up, and hope the Judoon do a thufficent job for a change,” rumbled Clark, his tail still swishing semi-angrily. “We athked their computer thythtem to bring the TARDITH on board.”
“Your blue box thing?” asked John, cheering up. “That’s pretty smart, thunthine.”
“Oh god,” the Doctor said absently, checking the settings on the sonic screwdriver, “I’d thought all the flirting would have stopped when Jack went.”
John looked at the Doctor and winked. “You did see how long that tongue was, mate?”
Clark shoved John towards the exits slightly. “We can dithcuth this later, in a thafer place - and what did I thay about calling me thunthine?” he rumbled.
“Not calling you it in public?” John offered hopefully as the group started moving off.
Dawn suddenly stopped dead in her tracks as an idea finally hit her. “Hey, wait a moment! Those Judoon were always after you and Jack!”
“Yeah,” John said cautiously, “That’s right.”
“So everything Jack was saying…. About the whole ring thing…..and the thing… The Judoon didn’t want me?”
“No idea what you’re talking about, luv.”
“OOOOOO!” said Dawn furiously, and stamped her foot. “That’s it! Some day, some time, Captain Jack Harkness and my boot are going to have a reckoning.” She stomped off ahead of everyone else, fury radiating from every pore.
“Thhe thcareth me thometimeth.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“John!”
~ + ~
Two floors later, they were huddled around the edge of a door, watching the Judoon drag the TARDIS in from the airlock.
Dawn gently prodded the Doctor in one shoulder. “What?” he hissed.
“Just wanted to say thanks for getting Emort back. I’m kind of attached to him,” she whispered shyly, not quite looking the Doctor in his eyes.
The Doctor smiled and hugged her. Leaning forward, he kissed her gently on the top of her head. “Don’t forget, I can still feel you in the back of my head. I can tell just how you feel towards that little furry pest of ours.”
He grimaced suddenly. “Although if I’d realised from all your frantic mental screams in the back of my head just how deep he’d gotten into the waste recycling system…..”
Dawn elbowed him in the ribs, but both of them were grinning broadly. “Just… thanks, okay?”
Beside them, John rolled his eyes. “Now the touching family moment is over with,” he hissed, “How do we get your blue box back from those eight Judoon over there?”
“Piece of cake,” said the Doctor confidently. “Now, here’s the plan….”
Part 14 - Divide and Conquer
In order to understand the sequence of events that followed, it is vitally important to know a few things about Judoon culture. As a society, they lack imagination, and by and large they take up the same trade their mothers and fathers had: hired goons. (Yes, there are Judoon females hiding their udders somewhere underneath those pressurized space suits, although Judoon modesty is such that their courtship rituals remain a mystery to outsiders.) The old Academy had an entrance exam, but due to a grandfather clause in the school’s charter, it had been nearly three centuries since anyone had actually bothered to take and pass the test. Particularly since no non-Judoon had ever applied.
As a result of this rampant nepotism, certain tactical weaknesses had been essentially inbred into their enforcement system. For example, while a Judoon trial takes only seconds to go from indictment to execution, Judoon will not execute someone who cannot understand their language. Furthermore, Judoon will almost never act alone, and in general, any group of Judoon upon encountering a situation which requires the group to divide, will divide evenly.
When Kroto had to report the situation back to his superiors, he stated that his unit had been charged with inspecting vessels and debris retrieved from the battlefield. They were just beginning to evaluate a large blue box whose retrieval request showed a less than stellar pedigree when a small spherical object rolled through the docking bay. Standing orders held that all unauthorized sentient beings were to be detained, so four of the eight-Judoon detail proceeded to march over and intercept it. A few moments later a door to Storage Room D opened without explanation; two Judoon left to see if more intruders were responsible. Now only Kroto and Sojo were left by the blue box. This is when they heard a snap from behind them, and the door to the blue box opened. It was vital to both investigate the contents of this box, which appeared to be violating several zoning codes by being larger on the inside. At the same time, the snap indicated that there was another unauthorized entity within the docking bay.
This was when Kroto and Sojo separated: Sojo went to investigate the snap, while Kroto peered inside the blue box.. Twenty minutes later, both of them awoke, sprawled on the floor of the docking bay. Both Kroto and Sojo smelled, ever so vaguely, of bananas and black currants. The blue box had disappeared.
~ + ~
The group, now consisting of one Time Lord, one physical constant-turned-Time-Lady, a seven-foot lizard, an extinct Mbatanossite Prairie vole, and an abandoned Time Agent, indulged in a communal sigh as they listened to the TARDIS dematerialize. “Nice trick you’ve got there, Freckles,” said John.
The Doctor gave him a cross look for the nickname before allowing, “Well, yes, it’s not just any Time Lord that can open a TARDIS with a snap.”
Dawn raised her hand, but Clark grabbed it before she could try. “Not in the middle of the time vortex,” said Clark.
But the Doctor was still staring at her hand, looking aghast. “Dawn, where did you get that ring?”
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: 598 and 548
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 11 - Putting the Band Back Together
The Doctor glared at Captain John Hart, who just shrugged. “What?” he said.
“If you even think about saying you were only following orders, then I will leave you behind,” the Doctor snapped in a cold, furious tone.
A hopeful look appeared in John’s eyes. “That mean you won’t?”
The Doctor continued glaring at him. “Dawn seems to like you and she’s an adequate judge of character.”
“I went off with you, didn’t I?” muttered Dawn, grabbing Emort back from the Doctor’s arms. Quickly hugging both Clark and the Doctor (a difficult task, using only the one arm that wasn’t carrying Emort), she held Emort’s tightly and began cooing to the confused and seasick looking vole.
The station rumbled and shook yet again. Captain John flashed a grin at them all again. “Much as I appreciate the potential of a get-away, given my so-called ‘partner’ has legged it with our only spaceworthy ship, any ideas on what we do now?”
“We head two floorth up, and hope the Judoon do a thufficent job for a change,” rumbled Clark, his tail still swishing semi-angrily. “We athked their computer thythtem to bring the TARDITH on board.”
“Your blue box thing?” asked John, cheering up. “That’s pretty smart, thunthine.”
“Oh god,” the Doctor said absently, checking the settings on the sonic screwdriver, “I’d thought all the flirting would have stopped when Jack went.”
John looked at the Doctor and winked. “You did see how long that tongue was, mate?”
Clark shoved John towards the exits slightly. “We can dithcuth this later, in a thafer place - and what did I thay about calling me thunthine?” he rumbled.
“Not calling you it in public?” John offered hopefully as the group started moving off.
Dawn suddenly stopped dead in her tracks as an idea finally hit her. “Hey, wait a moment! Those Judoon were always after you and Jack!”
“Yeah,” John said cautiously, “That’s right.”
“So everything Jack was saying…. About the whole ring thing…..and the thing… The Judoon didn’t want me?”
“No idea what you’re talking about, luv.”
“OOOOOO!” said Dawn furiously, and stamped her foot. “That’s it! Some day, some time, Captain Jack Harkness and my boot are going to have a reckoning.” She stomped off ahead of everyone else, fury radiating from every pore.
“Thhe thcareth me thometimeth.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“John!”
~ + ~
Two floors later, they were huddled around the edge of a door, watching the Judoon drag the TARDIS in from the airlock.
Dawn gently prodded the Doctor in one shoulder. “What?” he hissed.
“Just wanted to say thanks for getting Emort back. I’m kind of attached to him,” she whispered shyly, not quite looking the Doctor in his eyes.
The Doctor smiled and hugged her. Leaning forward, he kissed her gently on the top of her head. “Don’t forget, I can still feel you in the back of my head. I can tell just how you feel towards that little furry pest of ours.”
He grimaced suddenly. “Although if I’d realised from all your frantic mental screams in the back of my head just how deep he’d gotten into the waste recycling system…..”
Dawn elbowed him in the ribs, but both of them were grinning broadly. “Just… thanks, okay?”
Beside them, John rolled his eyes. “Now the touching family moment is over with,” he hissed, “How do we get your blue box back from those eight Judoon over there?”
“Piece of cake,” said the Doctor confidently. “Now, here’s the plan….”
Part 14 - Divide and Conquer
In order to understand the sequence of events that followed, it is vitally important to know a few things about Judoon culture. As a society, they lack imagination, and by and large they take up the same trade their mothers and fathers had: hired goons. (Yes, there are Judoon females hiding their udders somewhere underneath those pressurized space suits, although Judoon modesty is such that their courtship rituals remain a mystery to outsiders.) The old Academy had an entrance exam, but due to a grandfather clause in the school’s charter, it had been nearly three centuries since anyone had actually bothered to take and pass the test. Particularly since no non-Judoon had ever applied.
As a result of this rampant nepotism, certain tactical weaknesses had been essentially inbred into their enforcement system. For example, while a Judoon trial takes only seconds to go from indictment to execution, Judoon will not execute someone who cannot understand their language. Furthermore, Judoon will almost never act alone, and in general, any group of Judoon upon encountering a situation which requires the group to divide, will divide evenly.
When Kroto had to report the situation back to his superiors, he stated that his unit had been charged with inspecting vessels and debris retrieved from the battlefield. They were just beginning to evaluate a large blue box whose retrieval request showed a less than stellar pedigree when a small spherical object rolled through the docking bay. Standing orders held that all unauthorized sentient beings were to be detained, so four of the eight-Judoon detail proceeded to march over and intercept it. A few moments later a door to Storage Room D opened without explanation; two Judoon left to see if more intruders were responsible. Now only Kroto and Sojo were left by the blue box. This is when they heard a snap from behind them, and the door to the blue box opened. It was vital to both investigate the contents of this box, which appeared to be violating several zoning codes by being larger on the inside. At the same time, the snap indicated that there was another unauthorized entity within the docking bay.
This was when Kroto and Sojo separated: Sojo went to investigate the snap, while Kroto peered inside the blue box.. Twenty minutes later, both of them awoke, sprawled on the floor of the docking bay. Both Kroto and Sojo smelled, ever so vaguely, of bananas and black currants. The blue box had disappeared.
~ + ~
The group, now consisting of one Time Lord, one physical constant-turned-Time-Lady, a seven-foot lizard, an extinct Mbatanossite Prairie vole, and an abandoned Time Agent, indulged in a communal sigh as they listened to the TARDIS dematerialize. “Nice trick you’ve got there, Freckles,” said John.
The Doctor gave him a cross look for the nickname before allowing, “Well, yes, it’s not just any Time Lord that can open a TARDIS with a snap.”
Dawn raised her hand, but Clark grabbed it before she could try. “Not in the middle of the time vortex,” said Clark.
But the Doctor was still staring at her hand, looking aghast. “Dawn, where did you get that ring?”