doctor who: doctor/jo, "Beatle Ministrations"
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Beatle Ministrations, 1500 words. Doctor/Jo, G.
Jo introduces the Doctor to the Beatles.
Set after "The Three Doctors". Beta-read by kradie.
The Doctor looked up from his work when Jo brought him his tea and shot her a smile.
'Thank you,' he said and helped himself to a chocolate biscuit. 'Have a biscuit, Jo.'
'Thank you, Doctor,' Jo grinned and perched upon one of the lab chairs. She rested a hand against the heel of her hand, observing the Doctor's work. By now, she knew better than to ask what he was doing. Even if she did ask, she wouldn't understand, and asking him to explain would lead to that furrowed knot in the Doctor's forehead, which was evidence of his irritation. So she just watched as he worked on minute mechanisms on alien machinery. Still, she was curious: she had assumed that once the TARDIS could be flown again, he would go off and fly. But here he was, in one of UNIT's laboratories, tinkering away at some sort of technology. Maybe the Brigadier put him up to this, she thought, but as she considered it further, she really thought he would grumble more.
'Say, Jo,' the Doctor addressed her without looking up, most of his attention fixed upon his work. 'Which song was it that you were talking about before?'
'What song?'
'That beetle one.'
Jo frowned as she tried to understand what he was alluding to, but then remembered the conversation she had had with the Doctor and the other Doctor.
'You mean "I Am The Walrus", Doctor?'
'Ah, yes, that's the one. I can't say I've heard it, Jo.' He glanced up at her and smiled, taking a sip of his tea.
'It's the Beatles. I can play it for you, if you like,' she offered. 'I have it at home. You can come when we're done, if you want.'
'That would be lovely, Jo.' With that, the Doctor finished his tea and turned back to his work. Jo took this to be her cue to leave.
---
Jo spent the rest of the day idly walking about the UNIT headquarters, never straying far from the laboratory, just in case the Doctor would call for her. She engaged in light-hearted flirting with Yates and in happy conversation with Benton. (Or maybe it was the other way around.) The Brigadier passed her at one point, telling her not to loiter about. He did this in an amused and somehow endeared voice, so she dashed a smile at him and kept on loitering.
As the end of the day came nearer, Jo started feeling nervous. The Doctor had never visited her at home, and really, she couldn't remember if her tiny flat wasn't in a dreadful mess. Having him visiting her was almost too intimate, as though crossing a line that should not be crossed. She steeled her nerves by reminding herself that showing the Doctor where she lived was not at all as terrifying as gargoyles, Daleks, Sea Monsters, or any of the creatures she had encountered with him. Yet, when she slipped into the laboratory, her stomach was filled with butterflies. Benton was inside, briefing the Doctor on tomorrow's events. He didn't acknowledge Jo's presence until Benton had finished.
'Ah, Jo! There you are. Are you ready?' She nodded and he put on his coat.
'Where are you going, Doctor?' Benton glanced over at Jo, but addressed the Time Lord.
'Oh, Jo has offered to play me some music - what was it? - oh yes, the Beatles.'
'I see, sir.' He smiled cordially, and added in a playful undertone that he had always preferred the Rolling Stones. Jo gasped in mock-horror and said sternly (with a glint in her eye) that they could not possibly be friends anymore. Benton rolled his eyes.
The Doctor and Jo left in Bessie, with Jo giving directions as they went along. Outside her apartment door, she told him to wait outside as she slipped inside to investigate the state of things. Her two rooms and kitchenette were cleaner than she had feared, and she remembered that she had given everything a proper scrub before her mother's monthly visit. Shyly smiling, she let the Doctor in, who complimented her interior decorating. She offered him tea before ushering him into the living room, where she found the record she was looking for. He sat down in her worn settee, his cape flung across a chair, as she put on the record. The music started and she snuck out of the room.
She hummed along to the songs as she let the kettle boil and found two clean mugs. The tea finished, she offered one to the Doctor, who flashed her a smile before turning his attention back to the music. He listened intently, his concentration bent upon the music streaming from the record player. She stayed quiet, looking at him as he listened, smiling as his face lit up at surprising turns, musical as well as lyrical. Without a word, she turned to the second side of the LP, positioning the needle at the right point as quickly as she could. Jo was biting her lip as "All You Need Is Love" came to a close. The Doctor turned to her and asked with a smile,
'Would you like to see them properly, Jo?'
'Oh!' Even though Jo knew that the Doctor could travel through space and time, it was a theoretical kind of knowledge, the kind that she assumed she would never have to face with. Yes, she had been to foreign worlds, but it was never stranger than Wales. She had admired the Beatles since she was small, dancing in the living room and planning her wedding with Paul McCartney. 'Yes, Doctor, yes, I would.'
'Well, Jo dear, let's go and see them first thing tomorrow. It's a bit late now, I feel. Tomorrow morning, Jo.'
'That'd be lovely, Doctor.'
'We'll say that, then. Thank you for the tea.' The Doctor pulled on his jacket, ready to leave. 'I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Jo.'
'Good night, Doctor.'
He left, and she went to the window, watching him driving away in Bessie. She wondered where he was going, if they were really going to the sixties tomorrow morning. As he turned a corner and she couldn't see him anymore, she wondered if she hadn't found someone even better than Paul McCartney.
Beatle Ministrations, 1500 words. Doctor/Jo, G.
Jo introduces the Doctor to the Beatles.
Set after "The Three Doctors". Beta-read by kradie.
The Doctor looked up from his work when Jo brought him his tea and shot her a smile.
'Thank you,' he said and helped himself to a chocolate biscuit. 'Have a biscuit, Jo.'
'Thank you, Doctor,' Jo grinned and perched upon one of the lab chairs. She rested a hand against the heel of her hand, observing the Doctor's work. By now, she knew better than to ask what he was doing. Even if she did ask, she wouldn't understand, and asking him to explain would lead to that furrowed knot in the Doctor's forehead, which was evidence of his irritation. So she just watched as he worked on minute mechanisms on alien machinery. Still, she was curious: she had assumed that once the TARDIS could be flown again, he would go off and fly. But here he was, in one of UNIT's laboratories, tinkering away at some sort of technology. Maybe the Brigadier put him up to this, she thought, but as she considered it further, she really thought he would grumble more.
'Say, Jo,' the Doctor addressed her without looking up, most of his attention fixed upon his work. 'Which song was it that you were talking about before?'
'What song?'
'That beetle one.'
Jo frowned as she tried to understand what he was alluding to, but then remembered the conversation she had had with the Doctor and the other Doctor.
'You mean "I Am The Walrus", Doctor?'
'Ah, yes, that's the one. I can't say I've heard it, Jo.' He glanced up at her and smiled, taking a sip of his tea.
'It's the Beatles. I can play it for you, if you like,' she offered. 'I have it at home. You can come when we're done, if you want.'
'That would be lovely, Jo.' With that, the Doctor finished his tea and turned back to his work. Jo took this to be her cue to leave.
---
Jo spent the rest of the day idly walking about the UNIT headquarters, never straying far from the laboratory, just in case the Doctor would call for her. She engaged in light-hearted flirting with Yates and in happy conversation with Benton. (Or maybe it was the other way around.) The Brigadier passed her at one point, telling her not to loiter about. He did this in an amused and somehow endeared voice, so she dashed a smile at him and kept on loitering.
As the end of the day came nearer, Jo started feeling nervous. The Doctor had never visited her at home, and really, she couldn't remember if her tiny flat wasn't in a dreadful mess. Having him visiting her was almost too intimate, as though crossing a line that should not be crossed. She steeled her nerves by reminding herself that showing the Doctor where she lived was not at all as terrifying as gargoyles, Daleks, Sea Monsters, or any of the creatures she had encountered with him. Yet, when she slipped into the laboratory, her stomach was filled with butterflies. Benton was inside, briefing the Doctor on tomorrow's events. He didn't acknowledge Jo's presence until Benton had finished.
'Ah, Jo! There you are. Are you ready?' She nodded and he put on his coat.
'Where are you going, Doctor?' Benton glanced over at Jo, but addressed the Time Lord.
'Oh, Jo has offered to play me some music - what was it? - oh yes, the Beatles.'
'I see, sir.' He smiled cordially, and added in a playful undertone that he had always preferred the Rolling Stones. Jo gasped in mock-horror and said sternly (with a glint in her eye) that they could not possibly be friends anymore. Benton rolled his eyes.
The Doctor and Jo left in Bessie, with Jo giving directions as they went along. Outside her apartment door, she told him to wait outside as she slipped inside to investigate the state of things. Her two rooms and kitchenette were cleaner than she had feared, and she remembered that she had given everything a proper scrub before her mother's monthly visit. Shyly smiling, she let the Doctor in, who complimented her interior decorating. She offered him tea before ushering him into the living room, where she found the record she was looking for. He sat down in her worn settee, his cape flung across a chair, as she put on the record. The music started and she snuck out of the room.
She hummed along to the songs as she let the kettle boil and found two clean mugs. The tea finished, she offered one to the Doctor, who flashed her a smile before turning his attention back to the music. He listened intently, his concentration bent upon the music streaming from the record player. She stayed quiet, looking at him as he listened, smiling as his face lit up at surprising turns, musical as well as lyrical. Without a word, she turned to the second side of the LP, positioning the needle at the right point as quickly as she could. Jo was biting her lip as "All You Need Is Love" came to a close. The Doctor turned to her and asked with a smile,
'Would you like to see them properly, Jo?'
'Oh!' Even though Jo knew that the Doctor could travel through space and time, it was a theoretical kind of knowledge, the kind that she assumed she would never have to face with. Yes, she had been to foreign worlds, but it was never stranger than Wales. She had admired the Beatles since she was small, dancing in the living room and planning her wedding with Paul McCartney. 'Yes, Doctor, yes, I would.'
'Well, Jo dear, let's go and see them first thing tomorrow. It's a bit late now, I feel. Tomorrow morning, Jo.'
'That'd be lovely, Doctor.'
'We'll say that, then. Thank you for the tea.' The Doctor pulled on his jacket, ready to leave. 'I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Jo.'
'Good night, Doctor.'
He left, and she went to the window, watching him driving away in Bessie. She wondered where he was going, if they were really going to the sixties tomorrow morning. As he turned a corner and she couldn't see him anymore, she wondered if she hadn't found someone even better than Paul McCartney.