Doctor Who / Stargate Atlantis: Kiss for the Wounded Man
Title: Kiss for the Wounded Man
Author's Name: joulez217
Recipient's Name: scarletts_awry
Fandom: Doctor Who and Stargate Atlantis.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ninth Doctor and John Sheppard.
Warnings: Slash.
Author's Notes: Nine/Sheppard; War zones; Pre-Atlantis.
The Doctor was setting the coordinates for Earth; he hoped to get as far away from his current location as possible. There was nothing left for him anymore, he was alone, and Gallifrey had not long been destroyed. The regeneration process was quick, leaving him taller and with less hair, he’d found a black leather jacket lying around and he had slipped it on his shoulders.
That seemed to be something he liked this time around, dark colours; resembled his mood. After some more tinkering and hitting the console a couple of times, the TARDIS gave a slight shudder and started its usual wheezing and groaning. The TARDIS stopped a few minutes later with a slight jerk, causing the Doctor to clutch the side.
“Right lets see where we are,” the Doctor said, rubbing his hands together.
The Doctor bounded down the ramp and pushed open the door to be confronted by several armed men, weapons pointing directly at him.
“Ah that’s not so good. I’m the Doctor and who are you?” he asked, his hands rose slightly.
The rifled men didn’t responded; instead they grabbed the man and dragged him to a cell, where they threw him inside an already occupied cell and locked him in…
***
Lieutenant John Sheppard sat in the cell, his hands bound in front of him, his shoes removed and all weapons taken. He was bruised and bleeding; he had been captured three days ago by Iraqi soldiers who thought he knew what the American’s were up to. Of course that was all a lie, he was just a pilot, a damn good one as well. He just hoped he didn’t have his wings stripped from him for his reckless behaviour. Three days ago several of his friends had come under heavy fire and needed help, John hadn’t hesitated and against the wishes of his CO and higher ups, he’d gone after them.
So here he was sat in some stinking prison, weapon less and shoeless wondering if he’d ever get back to the US for his court martial. The sound of chatter caught his attention and he climbed to his feet as the door was opened and a middle aged man was thrown in.
John was surprised to see the man wearing such casual clothing he thought only military were out in these parts. It seemed the staring of the other man didn’t go unnoticed as the Doctor grinned at him. Okay they’ve given me a cell mate who’s lost the plot, thought John. As the sound of the cell door closing resounded in the small space.
“Well this is rather small isn’t it?” commented the Doctor.
“It’s a cell.”
“I did notice that thanks, I’m the Doctor by the way and you are?”
“Lieutenant Sheppard. Doctor Who?”
“Just the Doctor,” answered the Doctor, “wait a sec, you’re military, not anything to do with UNIT are you?”
“UNIT? What’s that?”
“Ah thought not. Never mind then, just carry on doing what you were doing.”
John just smiled, he couldn’t help it, he had never met anyone that could talk that fast. Plus the guy didn’t seem to be freaking out over where he was; in fact John was pretty sure the guy was enjoying himself. Like getting locked up was an everyday occurrence.
“You do know you’re a prisoner right?”
“Nah I’m not. I’m just a visitor, just passing through.”
“Visitor? I don’t think they put visitors in cells.”
“Yup that’s me, now if only I could reach my sonic screwdriver,” answered the Doctor, trying to twist his hands around to his back pocket.
“Sonic Screwdriver? I have to be hallucinating, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with an insane Doctor.”
“Trust me you aren’t hallucinating.”
“Who are you then?”
“I’ve told you I’m the Doctor, just the Doctor.”
John sighed the USAF was going to make him sit hours with a shrink if he told them all about this. Not that he was planning on escaping anytime soon, he had wounds to contend with, although it was funny to see the man trying to reach into his back pockets with bound hands.
The Doctor wasn’t having much luck sure the guards hadn’t taken his sonic screwdriver but he had left it in his back pocket something which he was kicking himself for, and making a mental note not to do so again. Then there was the other man, the Lieutenant Sheppard, he knew the man had to go on to do greater things, but the Doctor didn’t understand why he was stuck in here. From one war zone straight into another one.
Sighing the Doctor said, “Here Lieutenant will you reach into my pocket and grab my sonic screwdriver.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Look I can get you out of here, but you need to trust me,” replied the Doctor taking a step forward so he was stood in front of the Lieutenant. “You don’t belong here; this isn’t where it ends for you. Trust me.”
John felt himself get a little hot under the collar as the mans intense gaze gave him the once over. Swallowing thickly John nodded and walked around to the back of the Doctor, reaching into the jean clad pocket and pulled out the sonic screwdriver.
“Here,” said John, coughing to clear his very dry throat.
“Thank you. Now what do you say we get out of here?” replied the Doctor.
Turning the sonic screwdriver on to the right setting the Doctor unbound both their wrists, before he started on the lock at the cell door.
“How did you do that?” asked John, rubbing his free wrists.
“If I tried to explain it to you, then we’d be here a while and I have places to be,” answered the Doctor.
The lock on the cell door opened with a click the Doctor made a ‘ah ha’ noise and pulled the barred cell door open, before turning around.
“Well come on then, don’t stood there all day.”
“Where are we going?”
“Look if I had to explain every little thing to you, we’d be here till the end of the Earth and I don’t plan on seeing another planet destroyed today. So stop ya chattering and let’s get moving.”
Without waiting for the Lieutenant to respond the Doctor headed out the door, down the corridors until he came across his TARDIS. Grinning he pulled out his key unlocked the doors and stepped inside he heard the Lieutenant hesitate before stepping inside.
“Woah, that is not possible,” commented John looking around the control room, “it’s bigger on the inside.”
“Yup, welcome to the TARDIS and shut the door.”
John did as he was asked still in a state of shock, he’d seen a lot of things but this just amazed him. He walked up the ramp ignoring the injuries littered across his body in favour of taking in his surroundings.
“This is just so…amazing, of course it has nothing on flying,” said John, “What is a TARDIS exactly?”
“This is a TARDIS, it’s my TARDIS, can take you anywhere in time and space,” answered the Doctor proudly.
The euphoria of escaping and finding himself inside a TARDIS was waning and the past couple of days were catching up with him. He gripped hold of a railing, as a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him.
“You know, I think I’ll just…um…”
John never finished his sentence as blackness came upon him and he felt himself falling, but the metal grating of the floor never made contact with his body. The Doctor had dashed across and caught the Lieutenant around the middle before he hit the floor. It was only then that the Doctor remembered where he’d met the Lieutenant in a cell, meaning he would have injuries.
“Come on Lieutenant, wake up,” coaxed the Doctor.
The Doctor let out a sigh when the Lieutenant didn’t wake straight away. He was glad the TARDIS had sorted its medical bay out for him; he picked John up and carried him to the med bay. Once settled the Doctor rummaged around for some Twenty First Century drugs, not that he kept many drugs. Finding something that looked roughly Twenty First Century stashed away at the back of a draw he pulled it out and administered it.
The Doctor sat watching the young man, waiting for him to wake; he had set the TARDIS to take him to the Lieutenant’s home. He wondered how such a young man could end up like the Lieutenant, a prisoner of war. Sighing the Doctor pulled the stool a little closer to the bedside, he’d gone from one war zone straight into another one. It seemed his life never could be simple.
“You have no idea of the horrors,” mumbled the Doctor.
His eyes raked over the mess of dark hair, and down the man’s body the Doctor knew the man was destined for good things. The Lieutenant had to go on and fight on Atlantis, not that the Doctor would tell him that, no point in messing with the time line when there was no need to. Not that anyone could stop him now, there was no one left, just him on his own for eternity.
The Doctor closed his eyes at that thought there was no one left but him, he was all alone and it was his fault. The sound of John waking up made the Doctor open his eyes and grin again.
“Welcome back.”
“I feel like I got hit on the head.”
“Ah that could be the pain drugs in your system. I’m not sure how far into the future it was made,” answered the Doctor.
“You really believe you can time travel?”
“Oh you’ll believe me in…what year is it?”
“Two Thousand and Four.”
“Then you’ll believe me in a years time,” replied the Doctor.
“Why what happens in a year?”
“Nothing just remember anything is possible.”
“Well that was cryptic.”
The Doctor just shrugged at the man, he watched as the man sat himself up and held onto the side of the bed. Okay, the drugs were maybe a little more advanced, thought the Doctor. John was sure that the world should not be at that angle, nor should his legs be tingling the way that they did.
“What did you give me?” asked John, trying to glare at the other man.
“Don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You gave me a drug that you don’t even know!”
“Yup.”
John made to lunge at the Doctor but found himself being held close to him instead. Close enough that he realized the Doctor felt cold, colder than a normal person, looking up John found himself looking into the intense blue eyes. The eyes held many lifetimes of pain and anguish, something that John recognized in his own eyes.
Without thinking John leant up and kissed the Doctor his hands holding onto the man’s arms. At first the Doctor was surprised by the kiss, yup definitely the drugs, before he responded. But the kiss didn’t last long as the sound of a loud beeping interrupted them without thinking the Doctor dashed out of John’s arms and out of the room; John following at a slower pace.
In the control room the Doctor was muttering to himself as he turned several dials, hit something before the TARDIS lurched and then went quite.
“Well here we are,” said the Doctor.
“Where?”
“Go and see Lieutenant, oh and no matter what anyone says you’re a damn good pilot.”
John nodded and moved to the door slightly sluggishly, pulling it open he was blinding by the bright light of a hospital ward. As he stepped further from the TARDIS he felt his legs faltering before he passed out, crashing to the floor.
He never saw the door to the TARDIS close, or the sound of its wheezing and groaning as it disappeared from view, he did know one thing though. He’d met the weirdest man in a war zone, something he wasn’t likely to forget.
Author's Name: joulez217
Recipient's Name: scarletts_awry
Fandom: Doctor Who and Stargate Atlantis.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ninth Doctor and John Sheppard.
Warnings: Slash.
Author's Notes: Nine/Sheppard; War zones; Pre-Atlantis.
The Doctor was setting the coordinates for Earth; he hoped to get as far away from his current location as possible. There was nothing left for him anymore, he was alone, and Gallifrey had not long been destroyed. The regeneration process was quick, leaving him taller and with less hair, he’d found a black leather jacket lying around and he had slipped it on his shoulders.
That seemed to be something he liked this time around, dark colours; resembled his mood. After some more tinkering and hitting the console a couple of times, the TARDIS gave a slight shudder and started its usual wheezing and groaning. The TARDIS stopped a few minutes later with a slight jerk, causing the Doctor to clutch the side.
“Right lets see where we are,” the Doctor said, rubbing his hands together.
The Doctor bounded down the ramp and pushed open the door to be confronted by several armed men, weapons pointing directly at him.
“Ah that’s not so good. I’m the Doctor and who are you?” he asked, his hands rose slightly.
The rifled men didn’t responded; instead they grabbed the man and dragged him to a cell, where they threw him inside an already occupied cell and locked him in…
***
Lieutenant John Sheppard sat in the cell, his hands bound in front of him, his shoes removed and all weapons taken. He was bruised and bleeding; he had been captured three days ago by Iraqi soldiers who thought he knew what the American’s were up to. Of course that was all a lie, he was just a pilot, a damn good one as well. He just hoped he didn’t have his wings stripped from him for his reckless behaviour. Three days ago several of his friends had come under heavy fire and needed help, John hadn’t hesitated and against the wishes of his CO and higher ups, he’d gone after them.
So here he was sat in some stinking prison, weapon less and shoeless wondering if he’d ever get back to the US for his court martial. The sound of chatter caught his attention and he climbed to his feet as the door was opened and a middle aged man was thrown in.
John was surprised to see the man wearing such casual clothing he thought only military were out in these parts. It seemed the staring of the other man didn’t go unnoticed as the Doctor grinned at him. Okay they’ve given me a cell mate who’s lost the plot, thought John. As the sound of the cell door closing resounded in the small space.
“Well this is rather small isn’t it?” commented the Doctor.
“It’s a cell.”
“I did notice that thanks, I’m the Doctor by the way and you are?”
“Lieutenant Sheppard. Doctor Who?”
“Just the Doctor,” answered the Doctor, “wait a sec, you’re military, not anything to do with UNIT are you?”
“UNIT? What’s that?”
“Ah thought not. Never mind then, just carry on doing what you were doing.”
John just smiled, he couldn’t help it, he had never met anyone that could talk that fast. Plus the guy didn’t seem to be freaking out over where he was; in fact John was pretty sure the guy was enjoying himself. Like getting locked up was an everyday occurrence.
“You do know you’re a prisoner right?”
“Nah I’m not. I’m just a visitor, just passing through.”
“Visitor? I don’t think they put visitors in cells.”
“Yup that’s me, now if only I could reach my sonic screwdriver,” answered the Doctor, trying to twist his hands around to his back pocket.
“Sonic Screwdriver? I have to be hallucinating, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with an insane Doctor.”
“Trust me you aren’t hallucinating.”
“Who are you then?”
“I’ve told you I’m the Doctor, just the Doctor.”
John sighed the USAF was going to make him sit hours with a shrink if he told them all about this. Not that he was planning on escaping anytime soon, he had wounds to contend with, although it was funny to see the man trying to reach into his back pockets with bound hands.
The Doctor wasn’t having much luck sure the guards hadn’t taken his sonic screwdriver but he had left it in his back pocket something which he was kicking himself for, and making a mental note not to do so again. Then there was the other man, the Lieutenant Sheppard, he knew the man had to go on to do greater things, but the Doctor didn’t understand why he was stuck in here. From one war zone straight into another one.
Sighing the Doctor said, “Here Lieutenant will you reach into my pocket and grab my sonic screwdriver.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Look I can get you out of here, but you need to trust me,” replied the Doctor taking a step forward so he was stood in front of the Lieutenant. “You don’t belong here; this isn’t where it ends for you. Trust me.”
John felt himself get a little hot under the collar as the mans intense gaze gave him the once over. Swallowing thickly John nodded and walked around to the back of the Doctor, reaching into the jean clad pocket and pulled out the sonic screwdriver.
“Here,” said John, coughing to clear his very dry throat.
“Thank you. Now what do you say we get out of here?” replied the Doctor.
Turning the sonic screwdriver on to the right setting the Doctor unbound both their wrists, before he started on the lock at the cell door.
“How did you do that?” asked John, rubbing his free wrists.
“If I tried to explain it to you, then we’d be here a while and I have places to be,” answered the Doctor.
The lock on the cell door opened with a click the Doctor made a ‘ah ha’ noise and pulled the barred cell door open, before turning around.
“Well come on then, don’t stood there all day.”
“Where are we going?”
“Look if I had to explain every little thing to you, we’d be here till the end of the Earth and I don’t plan on seeing another planet destroyed today. So stop ya chattering and let’s get moving.”
Without waiting for the Lieutenant to respond the Doctor headed out the door, down the corridors until he came across his TARDIS. Grinning he pulled out his key unlocked the doors and stepped inside he heard the Lieutenant hesitate before stepping inside.
“Woah, that is not possible,” commented John looking around the control room, “it’s bigger on the inside.”
“Yup, welcome to the TARDIS and shut the door.”
John did as he was asked still in a state of shock, he’d seen a lot of things but this just amazed him. He walked up the ramp ignoring the injuries littered across his body in favour of taking in his surroundings.
“This is just so…amazing, of course it has nothing on flying,” said John, “What is a TARDIS exactly?”
“This is a TARDIS, it’s my TARDIS, can take you anywhere in time and space,” answered the Doctor proudly.
The euphoria of escaping and finding himself inside a TARDIS was waning and the past couple of days were catching up with him. He gripped hold of a railing, as a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him.
“You know, I think I’ll just…um…”
John never finished his sentence as blackness came upon him and he felt himself falling, but the metal grating of the floor never made contact with his body. The Doctor had dashed across and caught the Lieutenant around the middle before he hit the floor. It was only then that the Doctor remembered where he’d met the Lieutenant in a cell, meaning he would have injuries.
“Come on Lieutenant, wake up,” coaxed the Doctor.
The Doctor let out a sigh when the Lieutenant didn’t wake straight away. He was glad the TARDIS had sorted its medical bay out for him; he picked John up and carried him to the med bay. Once settled the Doctor rummaged around for some Twenty First Century drugs, not that he kept many drugs. Finding something that looked roughly Twenty First Century stashed away at the back of a draw he pulled it out and administered it.
The Doctor sat watching the young man, waiting for him to wake; he had set the TARDIS to take him to the Lieutenant’s home. He wondered how such a young man could end up like the Lieutenant, a prisoner of war. Sighing the Doctor pulled the stool a little closer to the bedside, he’d gone from one war zone straight into another one. It seemed his life never could be simple.
“You have no idea of the horrors,” mumbled the Doctor.
His eyes raked over the mess of dark hair, and down the man’s body the Doctor knew the man was destined for good things. The Lieutenant had to go on and fight on Atlantis, not that the Doctor would tell him that, no point in messing with the time line when there was no need to. Not that anyone could stop him now, there was no one left, just him on his own for eternity.
The Doctor closed his eyes at that thought there was no one left but him, he was all alone and it was his fault. The sound of John waking up made the Doctor open his eyes and grin again.
“Welcome back.”
“I feel like I got hit on the head.”
“Ah that could be the pain drugs in your system. I’m not sure how far into the future it was made,” answered the Doctor.
“You really believe you can time travel?”
“Oh you’ll believe me in…what year is it?”
“Two Thousand and Four.”
“Then you’ll believe me in a years time,” replied the Doctor.
“Why what happens in a year?”
“Nothing just remember anything is possible.”
“Well that was cryptic.”
The Doctor just shrugged at the man, he watched as the man sat himself up and held onto the side of the bed. Okay, the drugs were maybe a little more advanced, thought the Doctor. John was sure that the world should not be at that angle, nor should his legs be tingling the way that they did.
“What did you give me?” asked John, trying to glare at the other man.
“Don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You gave me a drug that you don’t even know!”
“Yup.”
John made to lunge at the Doctor but found himself being held close to him instead. Close enough that he realized the Doctor felt cold, colder than a normal person, looking up John found himself looking into the intense blue eyes. The eyes held many lifetimes of pain and anguish, something that John recognized in his own eyes.
Without thinking John leant up and kissed the Doctor his hands holding onto the man’s arms. At first the Doctor was surprised by the kiss, yup definitely the drugs, before he responded. But the kiss didn’t last long as the sound of a loud beeping interrupted them without thinking the Doctor dashed out of John’s arms and out of the room; John following at a slower pace.
In the control room the Doctor was muttering to himself as he turned several dials, hit something before the TARDIS lurched and then went quite.
“Well here we are,” said the Doctor.
“Where?”
“Go and see Lieutenant, oh and no matter what anyone says you’re a damn good pilot.”
John nodded and moved to the door slightly sluggishly, pulling it open he was blinding by the bright light of a hospital ward. As he stepped further from the TARDIS he felt his legs faltering before he passed out, crashing to the floor.
He never saw the door to the TARDIS close, or the sound of its wheezing and groaning as it disappeared from view, he did know one thing though. He’d met the weirdest man in a war zone, something he wasn’t likely to forget.