so come on, give me worst and then again

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so you know how I said I wouldn't do a request post today?

Apparently I lied.

REQUEST POST

You know the drill. Anything you like, any format you like, I promise nothing, except for you, johnnash, because I am working on your Charles/Erik. :D There is no limit on how many prompts you leave (the more the merrier!) and please don't feel like you don't know

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Booster Gold, Doctor Who; Time Sphere/TARDIS

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Rip's sitting around the time sphere, trying to figure out the source of the humming noise it's been making, when he hears a weird vworp vworp vworp coming from somewhere outside. He looks up and spots the blue police box instantly. It's just sitting there innocently. Really close by.

The door opens, and a man with enthusiastically floppy hair steps out. Rip lets himself rest his face in his hand for a moment. Now he's gonna have to extract Booster before he and the Doctor manage to work together and make the situation turn even more pear-shaped.

But the Doctor doesn't go running off. He circles his box, knocking on it occasionally, talking to it the entire time. Rip gives in and opens the hatch, sticks his head out.

"--and if we stopped for every pretty time navigation system you met, we'd never get anywhere. Come on, then. She's not your type anyway."

Rip's not an idiot. He looks down at the sphere, raising his eyebrows. "Are you flirting?" he asks. "You need to stop spending so much time with my dad."

The Doctor peers around the side of the blue box to wave at him. "Oh, hallo!" he calls, "that's a nice time sphere you've got there."

"I don't know what you've got there, but the sphere's not shutting up about it. And I don't remember installing AI in its system, either." Rip steps all the way out of the sphere and offers down his hand; the other man steps forward and reaches up to shake.

"Time and relative dimensions in space. TARDIS. Chameleon circuit's not worked for, oh, far longer than I like to admit." The Doctor grins unabashedly. "I like the consistency."

Rip crosses his arms. "Can you call your TARDIS box off? The sphere's making noises at it, and I'm gonna need to vanish very quickly, very soon."

"Trouble?" the Doctor asks, hopefully.

"Nothing Booster Gold can't handle," Rip says, equally hopefully, though he's not gonna be the one to say as much.

(I got tired and stopped, but what happens next is: The Doctor gets super excited about meeting the greatest hero history forgot, Rip is incredulous, but then ends up telling stories until Booster gets back, and then they and the time sphere all get a ride in the TARDIS and Rip does not even want to wonder where the time sphere goes for the duration of that trip. But I'll write that fic some other time.)