Alea Iacta Est parts 6/?
Title: Alea Iacta Est (The Die is Cast) 6/?
Series: fakenews, sarah jane adventures, doctor who
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild language, Mild violence
Disclaimer: TDS, TCR belong to Viacom, Sarah Jane Adventures and Doctor Who belongs to BBC. I own Tegan and Bry, and any other unrecognizable characters.
Summary: When two archaeologists go on The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert don't really think anything of it. But, when a person looking for revenge on the archaeologists finds them, the two comedians find themselves in a time and place full of slaves, masters, and Games.
Chapters 1-5 here: http://community.livejournal.com/tds_rps/853475.html#cutid1
Chapter 6
The woman, dressed in a pantsuit, complete with sneakers, slowed her pace down to a brisk walk and her breathing to a controlled rate as she strode into the hospital. Her short brown hair stuck up in odd angles as result of her run from the MSNBC studio. Running was faster than trying to drive in the heavy New York evening traffic.
“Are you absolutely certain they aren’t here?” a familiar British voice demanded at the lobby desk.
“Look, I’ve checked three times,” replied the receptionist. “There is no record of them.”
“Oliver?” the slightly out of breath woman greeted, pulling the Englishman into a hug.
“Rachel? What are you doing here?” John Oliver asked.
“I’m guessing the same reason as you,” answered Rachel Maddow. She turned to the
receptionist. “Is this the hospital the hostages from the restaurant came to?”
“Yes, this is,” responded the receptionist, clearly frustrated with repeating herself.
“Are Keith Olbermann and Anderson Cooper here?”
The receptionist took a moment to check the computer files. “No, they aren’t here.”
“Can you check again?”
Letting out a huff of air, the receptionist checked again. “None of your friends are here.”
“But-“ Oliver started.
Rachel loudly cleared her throat and forcefully pulled Oliver along after her by his wrist. To the Englishman’s credit, he didn’t protest until after they were in the parking lot outside the hospital.
“Jon and Stephen have to be here,” Oliver objected. “This is where they took the restaurant hostages.”
“Harassing the receptionist isn’t going to help us find them and Andy and Keith. What were Jon and Stephen doing at the restaurant?”
“Having dinner with their guests. What about Keith and Anderson?” Oliver responded, drinking from his half-empty water bottle.
“They were on a date.”
The water in Oliver’s mouth sprayed onto the ground, nearly onto Rachel’s shoes.
“They’re together?” he asked with a cough.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know about Jon and Stephen, too.”
“I already know about them. Now I’m wondering if I have any straight friends.”
“Maybe you’re just a gay magnet,” Rachel laughed. Then the situation turned serious again. “I assume you drove here.”
Oliver nodded and led the way to his car. Once inside it, Rachel tried calling Keith again.
With a grunt of frustration, she tried Anderson again as well. Oliver did the same with Jon and Stephen.
“They’re not answering their phones, and they’re not at this hospital, which is where they should be.” Oliver concluded.
Rachel cleared her throat. “I think we should go to the restaurant where it all happened.”
“What? You mean break in or something?”
“Or something.”
“Rachel, I knew you were somewhat crazy-“
“Thank you, Oliver.”
“But this is bloody insane. Wouldn’t it be better if we went to the police?”
“The police are the ones who handled this in the first place,” Rachel pointed out. “I’ll admit that I stopped listening after Chris Matthews told me about where this whole thing happened. But as I ran outside, he shouted after me that they hadn’t caught the gunman… They don’t know that Keith was there. He told me he was going to call in ‘sick’ to spend Andy’s day off with him.”
“Are you suggesting that the gunman somehow took Jon, Stephen, Anderson, and Keith somewhere, without anybody seeing?”
“No… because that would be crazy, wouldn’t it?” The two friends were silent for a moment. Rachel jumped in her seat when her cell phone rang. Her eyes widened when the caller id said it was Keith. She answered it and put it on speaker mode.
“Keith, why didn’t you pick up before? Where the hell are you? You’re not at the hospital with the other hostages,” Rachel said in a worried greeting.
“I’m very sorry, I didn’t get your call. They just let me have my phone back.”
“Who’s ‘they’?” asked Oliver.
“Oliver? Rachel, where are you?”
“In Oliver’s car, outside the hospital. Keith, where are you?”
“I’m… I’m not exactly in a hospital. It’s more like a… military facility.”
“Can you tell us where it is?”
“Rachel, Oliver, I can’t really tell you anything more than that. I’m sorry. Listen, I’m fine.
Andy’s the one who’s hurt.”
“What happened to him?” Oliver was first to ask.
A deep sigh responded from the phone. “I’ll tell you everything I’m allowed to tell you…”
Oliver and Rachel were quiet as Keith told them what had happened at the restaurant.
“…And then we were brought here.” Keith finished. “Andy is stable now, but they’re not sure if he’ll be alright.”
“Jon, Stephen, and their guests just disappeared?” was Oliver’s question.
“Yeah. Um, I hate to do this, but I have to go now.”
“Alright. And, Keith, Andy will make it. He has to,” said Rachel. “Bye.”
There was a click from the other end as Keith hung up.
Oliver started his car. “Traffic doesn’t look too bad. I’ll drive you back to work, if you
want.”
“Sure. Thanks,” was the subdued answer. She didn’t say anything else until Oliver had
parked on the street in front of the MSNBC studio. “Oliver, do you want to find out where they are?”
“Of course I do, Rachel.”
“Then…” the newswoman glanced at her watch. “Meet me out here in two hours. We’re
going to the restaurant.”
*******
John Oliver wasn’t late, but he was less sure of Rachel’s idea than he had been two hours
ago. The MSNBC anchor quickly walked out of the studio at eleven pm and got into the passenger’s seat of Oliver’s car.
“Rachel.” Oliver cleared his throat before voicing his concerns. “Rachel, are you absolutely certain about this? I mean, we could get arrested for breaking into a closed-off crime scene. I would probably be deported.”
With a comforting smile, Rachel put a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Oliver, you don’t have to do this with me. But, I’m going to find out what happened to our friends, and this appears to be the best way to do it.”
The Brit nodded slowly. “Then, I’m with you, all the way.” He started his car and drove to the scene of the hostage situation and alleged disappearance. He parked in the Best Western hotel parking lot near the restaurant.
Oliver and Rachel kept an eye out for any guarding policemen, but only saw a patrol car parked on the street at the restaurant’s front door. The fake news correspondent and real news anchor crept into the alley to try the employee entrance.
“I didn’t think it would be that easy,” Rachel remarked when they found the door to be locked.
Oliver found a high and narrow window a fair distance from the staff entrance. He boosted Rachel up onto his shoulders so she could look inside.
“Bathroom,” she whispered down to the Brit. “And a fancy one at that.”
“That’s great,” Oliver huffed, trying to reposition himself without dropping Rachel. “Can you get in?”
The news anchor put her hand on the narrow window, not expecting it to swing open as fast as it did. At the unexpected shift in balance, Oliver fell backwards to the concrete ground. He looked up in time to see Rachel’s black/orange sneakers follow her through the window. He cringed at the thud that sounded soon after.
“Rachel?” Oliver nearly shouted, barely remembering that they were sneaking into an off-limits building in time.
Inside, Rachel slowly got to her feet and stumbled into the row of sinks. She winced and rubbed her now aching shoulder. “Oliver? Are you still there?” she asked as quietly as she could.
“Are you alright?” was the answer.
“I’ll be fine. As skinny as you are, I don’t think you’ll be able to follow me that way. I’ll unlock the staff entrance from the inside.”
“Okay. Hurry up.”
Rachel, still dazed from the hard landing, staggered from the bathroom and into the hallway. She shook her head to clear it and ran to the kitchen entrance. She quickly unlocked the door and let Oliver in. Oliver turned back to lock it.
“If you’re going to make a habit of this, you should learn to be more quiet,” a voice near-whispered from behind a row of hanging pots and pans.
“Bloody hell,” Oliver gasped. “Where did you-“
“You should also learn to check a room before entering,” the voice interrupted. Its owner stepped out into the miniscule amount of light provided by the street lamps shining through the staff entrance window.
Oliver took one look at the dark-haired and dark-eyed man and threw his hands up in
the air. “Officer, we can explain everything. We-“
“I’m flattered that you think I’m a police officer. Still, you, Rachel Maddow, are risking imprisonment. And you, John Oliver, are risking imprisonment and deportation.”
“How did you-“ the Brit started.
“Wait a minute,” said Rachel. “If you’re not a police officer, then you’re not supposed to be here either. What are you doing here?”
“The same thing you are: trying to find-“ Something in the man’s pocket beeped. He pulled out a small device that looked like an iphone and turned the beeping noise off.
“Rachel Maddow, John Oliver, I highly suggest we have this conversation elsewhere. I’ve got what I came for, and I know about the people you’re looking for.”
“How do we know we can trust you?” asked Oliver. “You might kidnap us and make us disappear.”
“I won’t do that. I’m on your side. But, if we don’t leave now, someone else will make us disappear,” the mysterious man replied.
Rachel nodded and pulled Oliver after her out the door. The man followed and locked the employee entrance door with a small silver tube that emitted a high-pitched whistle and small green light.
Rachel’s eyes widened as she heard the slam of a car door and saw a flashlight beam streak across the alley opening. “Hide!” she warned before ducking behind a small dumpster.
Oliver knew that he and the mysterious man wouldn’t make it to a hiding spot in time. Hoping a piece of advice from Jason Jones would work, the Brit gently pushed the stranger against the brick wall and energetically started kissing him. Fortunately, the man didn’t try to resist, but he didn’t let Oliver do all the work either.
Even when the policeman’s flashlight shined on them, the two men didn’t separate. The officer loudly cleared his throat.
“Yes, Officer? What’s the problem?” Oliver inquired, barely glancing at the uniformed man. Instead, he kept a steady gaze on the mysterious man’s eyes, partly to appear love-struck, and partly to keep himself from giving them away.
“If you could conduct your business somewhere else, it would be appreciated. This is a crime scene,” the officer responded, unfazed by the sight of two men in the middle of a make-out session.
“Right, sorry, sir. We didn’t know,” Oliver apologized before putting his arm around the stranger’s waist and leading him across the street.
Rachel pulled her head back behind the dumpster as the policeman shined the flashlight in her direction. As soon as she heard the car door slam shut again, she snuck out of the alley and across the street to where her friend, and the man who claimed to have the answers, were waiting. “Quick thinking,” she complimented Oliver.
“Shut up,” the Brit hissed.
“If you want to know what I know, come with me,” the mysterious man offered, tilting his head in the direction of the Best Western hotel where Oliver had parked his car. “I normally wouldn’t do this, but you two have gotten yourselves involved in something dangerous. And ignorance isn’t going to make it go away.”
Rachel and Oliver glanced at each other and nodded. The stranger silently led them up to his third-floor room in the hotel.
Series: fakenews, sarah jane adventures, doctor who
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild language, Mild violence
Disclaimer: TDS, TCR belong to Viacom, Sarah Jane Adventures and Doctor Who belongs to BBC. I own Tegan and Bry, and any other unrecognizable characters.
Summary: When two archaeologists go on The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert don't really think anything of it. But, when a person looking for revenge on the archaeologists finds them, the two comedians find themselves in a time and place full of slaves, masters, and Games.
Chapters 1-5 here: http://community.livejournal.com/tds_rps/853475.html#cutid1
Chapter 6
The woman, dressed in a pantsuit, complete with sneakers, slowed her pace down to a brisk walk and her breathing to a controlled rate as she strode into the hospital. Her short brown hair stuck up in odd angles as result of her run from the MSNBC studio. Running was faster than trying to drive in the heavy New York evening traffic.
“Are you absolutely certain they aren’t here?” a familiar British voice demanded at the lobby desk.
“Look, I’ve checked three times,” replied the receptionist. “There is no record of them.”
“Oliver?” the slightly out of breath woman greeted, pulling the Englishman into a hug.
“Rachel? What are you doing here?” John Oliver asked.
“I’m guessing the same reason as you,” answered Rachel Maddow. She turned to the
receptionist. “Is this the hospital the hostages from the restaurant came to?”
“Yes, this is,” responded the receptionist, clearly frustrated with repeating herself.
“Are Keith Olbermann and Anderson Cooper here?”
The receptionist took a moment to check the computer files. “No, they aren’t here.”
“Can you check again?”
Letting out a huff of air, the receptionist checked again. “None of your friends are here.”
“But-“ Oliver started.
Rachel loudly cleared her throat and forcefully pulled Oliver along after her by his wrist. To the Englishman’s credit, he didn’t protest until after they were in the parking lot outside the hospital.
“Jon and Stephen have to be here,” Oliver objected. “This is where they took the restaurant hostages.”
“Harassing the receptionist isn’t going to help us find them and Andy and Keith. What were Jon and Stephen doing at the restaurant?”
“Having dinner with their guests. What about Keith and Anderson?” Oliver responded, drinking from his half-empty water bottle.
“They were on a date.”
The water in Oliver’s mouth sprayed onto the ground, nearly onto Rachel’s shoes.
“They’re together?” he asked with a cough.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know about Jon and Stephen, too.”
“I already know about them. Now I’m wondering if I have any straight friends.”
“Maybe you’re just a gay magnet,” Rachel laughed. Then the situation turned serious again. “I assume you drove here.”
Oliver nodded and led the way to his car. Once inside it, Rachel tried calling Keith again.
With a grunt of frustration, she tried Anderson again as well. Oliver did the same with Jon and Stephen.
“They’re not answering their phones, and they’re not at this hospital, which is where they should be.” Oliver concluded.
Rachel cleared her throat. “I think we should go to the restaurant where it all happened.”
“What? You mean break in or something?”
“Or something.”
“Rachel, I knew you were somewhat crazy-“
“Thank you, Oliver.”
“But this is bloody insane. Wouldn’t it be better if we went to the police?”
“The police are the ones who handled this in the first place,” Rachel pointed out. “I’ll admit that I stopped listening after Chris Matthews told me about where this whole thing happened. But as I ran outside, he shouted after me that they hadn’t caught the gunman… They don’t know that Keith was there. He told me he was going to call in ‘sick’ to spend Andy’s day off with him.”
“Are you suggesting that the gunman somehow took Jon, Stephen, Anderson, and Keith somewhere, without anybody seeing?”
“No… because that would be crazy, wouldn’t it?” The two friends were silent for a moment. Rachel jumped in her seat when her cell phone rang. Her eyes widened when the caller id said it was Keith. She answered it and put it on speaker mode.
“Keith, why didn’t you pick up before? Where the hell are you? You’re not at the hospital with the other hostages,” Rachel said in a worried greeting.
“I’m very sorry, I didn’t get your call. They just let me have my phone back.”
“Who’s ‘they’?” asked Oliver.
“Oliver? Rachel, where are you?”
“In Oliver’s car, outside the hospital. Keith, where are you?”
“I’m… I’m not exactly in a hospital. It’s more like a… military facility.”
“Can you tell us where it is?”
“Rachel, Oliver, I can’t really tell you anything more than that. I’m sorry. Listen, I’m fine.
Andy’s the one who’s hurt.”
“What happened to him?” Oliver was first to ask.
A deep sigh responded from the phone. “I’ll tell you everything I’m allowed to tell you…”
Oliver and Rachel were quiet as Keith told them what had happened at the restaurant.
“…And then we were brought here.” Keith finished. “Andy is stable now, but they’re not sure if he’ll be alright.”
“Jon, Stephen, and their guests just disappeared?” was Oliver’s question.
“Yeah. Um, I hate to do this, but I have to go now.”
“Alright. And, Keith, Andy will make it. He has to,” said Rachel. “Bye.”
There was a click from the other end as Keith hung up.
Oliver started his car. “Traffic doesn’t look too bad. I’ll drive you back to work, if you
want.”
“Sure. Thanks,” was the subdued answer. She didn’t say anything else until Oliver had
parked on the street in front of the MSNBC studio. “Oliver, do you want to find out where they are?”
“Of course I do, Rachel.”
“Then…” the newswoman glanced at her watch. “Meet me out here in two hours. We’re
going to the restaurant.”
*******
John Oliver wasn’t late, but he was less sure of Rachel’s idea than he had been two hours
ago. The MSNBC anchor quickly walked out of the studio at eleven pm and got into the passenger’s seat of Oliver’s car.
“Rachel.” Oliver cleared his throat before voicing his concerns. “Rachel, are you absolutely certain about this? I mean, we could get arrested for breaking into a closed-off crime scene. I would probably be deported.”
With a comforting smile, Rachel put a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Oliver, you don’t have to do this with me. But, I’m going to find out what happened to our friends, and this appears to be the best way to do it.”
The Brit nodded slowly. “Then, I’m with you, all the way.” He started his car and drove to the scene of the hostage situation and alleged disappearance. He parked in the Best Western hotel parking lot near the restaurant.
Oliver and Rachel kept an eye out for any guarding policemen, but only saw a patrol car parked on the street at the restaurant’s front door. The fake news correspondent and real news anchor crept into the alley to try the employee entrance.
“I didn’t think it would be that easy,” Rachel remarked when they found the door to be locked.
Oliver found a high and narrow window a fair distance from the staff entrance. He boosted Rachel up onto his shoulders so she could look inside.
“Bathroom,” she whispered down to the Brit. “And a fancy one at that.”
“That’s great,” Oliver huffed, trying to reposition himself without dropping Rachel. “Can you get in?”
The news anchor put her hand on the narrow window, not expecting it to swing open as fast as it did. At the unexpected shift in balance, Oliver fell backwards to the concrete ground. He looked up in time to see Rachel’s black/orange sneakers follow her through the window. He cringed at the thud that sounded soon after.
“Rachel?” Oliver nearly shouted, barely remembering that they were sneaking into an off-limits building in time.
Inside, Rachel slowly got to her feet and stumbled into the row of sinks. She winced and rubbed her now aching shoulder. “Oliver? Are you still there?” she asked as quietly as she could.
“Are you alright?” was the answer.
“I’ll be fine. As skinny as you are, I don’t think you’ll be able to follow me that way. I’ll unlock the staff entrance from the inside.”
“Okay. Hurry up.”
Rachel, still dazed from the hard landing, staggered from the bathroom and into the hallway. She shook her head to clear it and ran to the kitchen entrance. She quickly unlocked the door and let Oliver in. Oliver turned back to lock it.
“If you’re going to make a habit of this, you should learn to be more quiet,” a voice near-whispered from behind a row of hanging pots and pans.
“Bloody hell,” Oliver gasped. “Where did you-“
“You should also learn to check a room before entering,” the voice interrupted. Its owner stepped out into the miniscule amount of light provided by the street lamps shining through the staff entrance window.
Oliver took one look at the dark-haired and dark-eyed man and threw his hands up in
the air. “Officer, we can explain everything. We-“
“I’m flattered that you think I’m a police officer. Still, you, Rachel Maddow, are risking imprisonment. And you, John Oliver, are risking imprisonment and deportation.”
“How did you-“ the Brit started.
“Wait a minute,” said Rachel. “If you’re not a police officer, then you’re not supposed to be here either. What are you doing here?”
“The same thing you are: trying to find-“ Something in the man’s pocket beeped. He pulled out a small device that looked like an iphone and turned the beeping noise off.
“Rachel Maddow, John Oliver, I highly suggest we have this conversation elsewhere. I’ve got what I came for, and I know about the people you’re looking for.”
“How do we know we can trust you?” asked Oliver. “You might kidnap us and make us disappear.”
“I won’t do that. I’m on your side. But, if we don’t leave now, someone else will make us disappear,” the mysterious man replied.
Rachel nodded and pulled Oliver after her out the door. The man followed and locked the employee entrance door with a small silver tube that emitted a high-pitched whistle and small green light.
Rachel’s eyes widened as she heard the slam of a car door and saw a flashlight beam streak across the alley opening. “Hide!” she warned before ducking behind a small dumpster.
Oliver knew that he and the mysterious man wouldn’t make it to a hiding spot in time. Hoping a piece of advice from Jason Jones would work, the Brit gently pushed the stranger against the brick wall and energetically started kissing him. Fortunately, the man didn’t try to resist, but he didn’t let Oliver do all the work either.
Even when the policeman’s flashlight shined on them, the two men didn’t separate. The officer loudly cleared his throat.
“Yes, Officer? What’s the problem?” Oliver inquired, barely glancing at the uniformed man. Instead, he kept a steady gaze on the mysterious man’s eyes, partly to appear love-struck, and partly to keep himself from giving them away.
“If you could conduct your business somewhere else, it would be appreciated. This is a crime scene,” the officer responded, unfazed by the sight of two men in the middle of a make-out session.
“Right, sorry, sir. We didn’t know,” Oliver apologized before putting his arm around the stranger’s waist and leading him across the street.
Rachel pulled her head back behind the dumpster as the policeman shined the flashlight in her direction. As soon as she heard the car door slam shut again, she snuck out of the alley and across the street to where her friend, and the man who claimed to have the answers, were waiting. “Quick thinking,” she complimented Oliver.
“Shut up,” the Brit hissed.
“If you want to know what I know, come with me,” the mysterious man offered, tilting his head in the direction of the Best Western hotel where Oliver had parked his car. “I normally wouldn’t do this, but you two have gotten yourselves involved in something dangerous. And ignorance isn’t going to make it go away.”
Rachel and Oliver glanced at each other and nodded. The stranger silently led them up to his third-floor room in the hotel.