Crossover fic. Dr Who - afterlife
Title: One Moment In Time
Cast: 9th Doctor, Rose Tyler, Alison Mundy, Dr Robert Bridge, others.
Rating: 12
Notes: a random crossover between new who and afterlife. Written for myself and thats why its only a start not a complete fic. Inspired by knocking over the pile of dvds that had Second Coming, afterlife and Blakes 7 in. On second thoughts, don’t ask.
Feet running in the darkness, gasping breath and the thump of something heavy sliding from the path to the grass. Three hours later, as the sun rises beyond the Avon Gorge the body is found, its face a rictus of sheer terror and clutched in its hand a ball of newspaper bearing a single image.
‘Sweeping hills, the scent of the ocean in your nostrils, the most fantastic bridge this side of Oximapractiosis!’ The Doctor slammed his hand on the rickety console and the TARDIS came to stop with a sickening lurch leaving Rose Tyler to grasp for one of the hand rails.
She grinned at his exuberance and nearly bounced towards the doors ‘its San Francisco isn’t it? Will Steve McQueen be there...’ she tailed off as she opened the doors and nearly collided with a very British post box. ‘...oh’
‘Bristol, lovely part of the world, almost never invaded by Aliens but there was that time with old Isambard and the...’
‘Bristol?’ Rose snapped. ‘Bristol! What are we doing here then? ’ she watched a car trundle past and then spotted a woman chatting on her mobile across the street. ‘It’s not even history is it, let me guess you were aiming for mums and turned left at Salisbury?’
‘It just so happens that this IS history, yours and mine.’ He retorted, looking just a little hurt that she’d even think such a thing. ‘Future history, its May 2006.’
‘Next year? You brought me to next year. Cheating on the lottery are we?’ she teased. He refused to rise to the bait. Instead he pulled a battered photograph from his pocket and handed it to her.
‘Picked this up in 2012, missed the opening of Olympics by that much...’ he held his finger and thumb barely apart.
‘Invasion?’ Rose breathed hopefully.
‘Nah turned left at Salisbury’ he grinned. She punched his arm and looked closer at the photo. It showed The Doctor and herself, with the Clifton Suspension Bridge in the background and a pale blonde woman looking terrified. Slightly distanced from them stood a cute guy who looked like he could use some sleep. All four of them were looking at a space on the ground.
‘So you find a photo of us hanging around a park and promptly forget all about it for...?’
‘Half an hour....’
‘Half a... hang on, are you having fun while I’m in the shower?’
‘I went for milk!’ he protested and glossed over the event by tapping the photo ‘Seen what’s wrong?’
Rose peered at it again. The Doctor turned and started wandering up the hill, leaving her to scramble to catch up.
‘No, no I don’t see...’
‘Look at the ground’ the Doctor hinted and pulled up short at a bus stop. Rose nearly collided with him but he didn’t seem to notice.
‘Hey... there are five shadows...’
‘And only four people.’ He congratulated with another full beam of his dazzling smile. She grinned back happily only to find his attention grabbed by the arrival of a bus.
‘No good, doesn’t go towards the Avon at all.’ he turned and scowled at the timetable in the hope of working out how to get across the city. Rose’s attention was caught by a flash of pale blonde hair over his shoulder. She glanced at the photo then up at the woman who had just left the bus.
‘Excuse me?’ Rose called as she jogged up to the woman. ‘Excuse me, I’m sorry but er...’ it struck her that she no idea who the woman was and no real excuse to talk to her at all. The woman turned revealing stunning blue eyes and a soft, calming smile that instantly put Rose at ease.
She didn’t say a word, just tilted her head curiously.
‘Oh... uh... sorry. My friend and I are a bit lost, and er... ’ she gave up and turned the photo around, unconsciously hiding the heads of herself and the Doctor under her thumb. ‘Is that you?’
The woman frowned at the picture but seemed perfectly at ease with being accosted by strangers in the street.
‘Uhm... yeah that’s me and Robert.’ A thought struck her, the frown deepening. ‘Where did you get that? I’ve never been there with him...’
‘Hello!’ boomed the Doctor, breaking into the conversation like a thunderclap. The blonde blinked at him, finding herself shaking hands and only later realising that he’d taken her shopping bag to do so. ‘I’m The Doctor and this is my mate Rose.’
‘Oh’ the woman replied, thoroughly unimpressed ‘A Doctor?’ she looked him up and down. Rose knew that look. Between the battered leather coat and crew cut there couldn’t be a broader gap between his image and his knowledge. ‘Let me guess, psychologist?’ she said the word with a sneer of contempt that made Rose wonder just how often she’d been jumped by shrinks in the street.
‘Not recently, and you are?’
‘I thought you were looking for me?’ the woman replied, dodging the question with a practiced ease.
‘Aha!’ the Doctor grinned triumphantly ‘but have we found you?’ even Rose blinked at that. It made perfectly logical sense but viewed objectively was clearly very stupid.
‘Alison Mundy. Are you something to do with Robert and the university?’ It was at this point that the Doctor returned her shopping bag to her, his long fingers holding the contact between them as if searching for other answers on the back of her hand.
‘Oh no, talented amateurs.’ He grinned. ‘Need a hand with the shopping?’
-
Dr Robert Bridge lent back in the library chair and smiled politically at his study group. ‘You’re looking at a completely different area of study the whole concept of past lives is almost anathema to the world of the medium.’
‘They both deal with supposedly departed sprits’ a thin faced young man began to argue but Robert held up his hand.
‘Housewives who believe they were once Joan of Arc are a fully documented, if you want to pursue it I recommend Ian Stevenson and Carl Sagan for either side of the argument’ He sat forward, conscious of the time and Barbara’s face at the door. ‘But think on this, mediums don’t generally deal with Napoleon or Archimedes, no matter how famous the name. They deal with recent memory, people that are remembered. Parents, grandparents.’
‘There was that guy who said he was talking to John Lennon...’
‘And was almost immediately debunked as an attention seeker.’ Barbara had entered the room. ‘I like where it’s going but remember what I said. Keep an open mind and refer back to the actual question you’re supposed to be answering. Alright, that’s enough for today. Any other questions leave a note in the office.’
Barbara waited for them all to file out before handing Robert a sheet of University stationary.
‘What’s this?’ he frowned at it.
‘Detective George, apparently you have turned up in regards to an investigation of his. Wants you to give him a call.’ He caught something in her tone and turned his gaze to her.
‘What?’
‘Don’t get your hopes up. He asked that you went straight to him.’
‘Not everything I do involves Alison you know.’
‘Just be careful.’ She advised.
-
Rose looked about the open plan lounge with the casual disinterest she showed her mates parents houses back when she’d been living her life day after day.
Alison hadn’t much, not that she had a choice in the matter. The Doctor had been going on about the history of Bristol, architecture, weather patterns and pretty much anything else that grabbed his attention as they walked back.
Alison nodded thoughtfully at his observations and eventually convinced him, at the third attempt, that she didn’t need help putting the shopping away or making the tea. If he noticed the jealously possessive way she held onto the new box of teabags he didn’t say anything.
Instead he joined Rose by the record player and cast his eyes over the eclectic collection of vinyl around it. Rose glanced to the kitchen before leaning to whisper at him. ‘Is it the Gelth?’
‘Eh?’
‘I was thinking, that picture. It’s like Cardiff, and the Gelth, could there be a gas alien making the shadow? I mean... could you photograph one?’
‘Oh. Yeah course you could. They had to have a physical form or they wouldn’t have needed to bond with the gas feed at all. And something physical needs to be there to cast the shadow. More likely it’s a trap.’ He grinned at her.
‘Now you tell me!’ she tried to scowl but that grin was infectious. ‘You mean it got photo shopped or something? And left for you to find.’
‘Could be, yeah.’ He admitted. ‘But that wasn’t what I had in mind.’ His face fell serious and Rose shivered.
‘Something wrong?’
‘No... no.’ He was vague and Rose turned to look at the doorway he was staring at. There was nothing there. Alison appeared between them, deliberately ignoring the doorway as she handed over the tea.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’ She asked. The Doctor’s eyes snapped to hers.
‘Haven’t I been doing enough talking?’ he beamed, as slick at avoiding questions as Alison herself had been. ‘Besides, you’ve got company.’
Alison finally turned to the door, drawing Rose’s eye with her.
‘Hi, sorry I didn’t know you had company I’ll...’ the cute bloke from the photo was stood looking self conscious. He was even wearing the same clothes. Alison made it as far as opening her mouth when The Doctor strode across the room and slapped the younger man on the back.
‘Don’t be shy Doctor Bridge, more the merrier. You were just about to tell us all about the body in the park’
‘How did you...?’
‘Excuse me!’ Alison roared. Quite which doctor she was talking to it was hard to say but she got the attention of them both. She sighed, tangling her fingers in her hair. ‘This is my home Robert, you have places of your own to meet your friends.’
‘I don’t...’
‘We’re not...’
‘What body?’ asked Rose.
Cast: 9th Doctor, Rose Tyler, Alison Mundy, Dr Robert Bridge, others.
Rating: 12
Notes: a random crossover between new who and afterlife. Written for myself and thats why its only a start not a complete fic. Inspired by knocking over the pile of dvds that had Second Coming, afterlife and Blakes 7 in. On second thoughts, don’t ask.
Feet running in the darkness, gasping breath and the thump of something heavy sliding from the path to the grass. Three hours later, as the sun rises beyond the Avon Gorge the body is found, its face a rictus of sheer terror and clutched in its hand a ball of newspaper bearing a single image.
‘Sweeping hills, the scent of the ocean in your nostrils, the most fantastic bridge this side of Oximapractiosis!’ The Doctor slammed his hand on the rickety console and the TARDIS came to stop with a sickening lurch leaving Rose Tyler to grasp for one of the hand rails.
She grinned at his exuberance and nearly bounced towards the doors ‘its San Francisco isn’t it? Will Steve McQueen be there...’ she tailed off as she opened the doors and nearly collided with a very British post box. ‘...oh’
‘Bristol, lovely part of the world, almost never invaded by Aliens but there was that time with old Isambard and the...’
‘Bristol?’ Rose snapped. ‘Bristol! What are we doing here then? ’ she watched a car trundle past and then spotted a woman chatting on her mobile across the street. ‘It’s not even history is it, let me guess you were aiming for mums and turned left at Salisbury?’
‘It just so happens that this IS history, yours and mine.’ He retorted, looking just a little hurt that she’d even think such a thing. ‘Future history, its May 2006.’
‘Next year? You brought me to next year. Cheating on the lottery are we?’ she teased. He refused to rise to the bait. Instead he pulled a battered photograph from his pocket and handed it to her.
‘Picked this up in 2012, missed the opening of Olympics by that much...’ he held his finger and thumb barely apart.
‘Invasion?’ Rose breathed hopefully.
‘Nah turned left at Salisbury’ he grinned. She punched his arm and looked closer at the photo. It showed The Doctor and herself, with the Clifton Suspension Bridge in the background and a pale blonde woman looking terrified. Slightly distanced from them stood a cute guy who looked like he could use some sleep. All four of them were looking at a space on the ground.
‘So you find a photo of us hanging around a park and promptly forget all about it for...?’
‘Half an hour....’
‘Half a... hang on, are you having fun while I’m in the shower?’
‘I went for milk!’ he protested and glossed over the event by tapping the photo ‘Seen what’s wrong?’
Rose peered at it again. The Doctor turned and started wandering up the hill, leaving her to scramble to catch up.
‘No, no I don’t see...’
‘Look at the ground’ the Doctor hinted and pulled up short at a bus stop. Rose nearly collided with him but he didn’t seem to notice.
‘Hey... there are five shadows...’
‘And only four people.’ He congratulated with another full beam of his dazzling smile. She grinned back happily only to find his attention grabbed by the arrival of a bus.
‘No good, doesn’t go towards the Avon at all.’ he turned and scowled at the timetable in the hope of working out how to get across the city. Rose’s attention was caught by a flash of pale blonde hair over his shoulder. She glanced at the photo then up at the woman who had just left the bus.
‘Excuse me?’ Rose called as she jogged up to the woman. ‘Excuse me, I’m sorry but er...’ it struck her that she no idea who the woman was and no real excuse to talk to her at all. The woman turned revealing stunning blue eyes and a soft, calming smile that instantly put Rose at ease.
She didn’t say a word, just tilted her head curiously.
‘Oh... uh... sorry. My friend and I are a bit lost, and er... ’ she gave up and turned the photo around, unconsciously hiding the heads of herself and the Doctor under her thumb. ‘Is that you?’
The woman frowned at the picture but seemed perfectly at ease with being accosted by strangers in the street.
‘Uhm... yeah that’s me and Robert.’ A thought struck her, the frown deepening. ‘Where did you get that? I’ve never been there with him...’
‘Hello!’ boomed the Doctor, breaking into the conversation like a thunderclap. The blonde blinked at him, finding herself shaking hands and only later realising that he’d taken her shopping bag to do so. ‘I’m The Doctor and this is my mate Rose.’
‘Oh’ the woman replied, thoroughly unimpressed ‘A Doctor?’ she looked him up and down. Rose knew that look. Between the battered leather coat and crew cut there couldn’t be a broader gap between his image and his knowledge. ‘Let me guess, psychologist?’ she said the word with a sneer of contempt that made Rose wonder just how often she’d been jumped by shrinks in the street.
‘Not recently, and you are?’
‘I thought you were looking for me?’ the woman replied, dodging the question with a practiced ease.
‘Aha!’ the Doctor grinned triumphantly ‘but have we found you?’ even Rose blinked at that. It made perfectly logical sense but viewed objectively was clearly very stupid.
‘Alison Mundy. Are you something to do with Robert and the university?’ It was at this point that the Doctor returned her shopping bag to her, his long fingers holding the contact between them as if searching for other answers on the back of her hand.
‘Oh no, talented amateurs.’ He grinned. ‘Need a hand with the shopping?’
-
Dr Robert Bridge lent back in the library chair and smiled politically at his study group. ‘You’re looking at a completely different area of study the whole concept of past lives is almost anathema to the world of the medium.’
‘They both deal with supposedly departed sprits’ a thin faced young man began to argue but Robert held up his hand.
‘Housewives who believe they were once Joan of Arc are a fully documented, if you want to pursue it I recommend Ian Stevenson and Carl Sagan for either side of the argument’ He sat forward, conscious of the time and Barbara’s face at the door. ‘But think on this, mediums don’t generally deal with Napoleon or Archimedes, no matter how famous the name. They deal with recent memory, people that are remembered. Parents, grandparents.’
‘There was that guy who said he was talking to John Lennon...’
‘And was almost immediately debunked as an attention seeker.’ Barbara had entered the room. ‘I like where it’s going but remember what I said. Keep an open mind and refer back to the actual question you’re supposed to be answering. Alright, that’s enough for today. Any other questions leave a note in the office.’
Barbara waited for them all to file out before handing Robert a sheet of University stationary.
‘What’s this?’ he frowned at it.
‘Detective George, apparently you have turned up in regards to an investigation of his. Wants you to give him a call.’ He caught something in her tone and turned his gaze to her.
‘What?’
‘Don’t get your hopes up. He asked that you went straight to him.’
‘Not everything I do involves Alison you know.’
‘Just be careful.’ She advised.
-
Rose looked about the open plan lounge with the casual disinterest she showed her mates parents houses back when she’d been living her life day after day.
Alison hadn’t much, not that she had a choice in the matter. The Doctor had been going on about the history of Bristol, architecture, weather patterns and pretty much anything else that grabbed his attention as they walked back.
Alison nodded thoughtfully at his observations and eventually convinced him, at the third attempt, that she didn’t need help putting the shopping away or making the tea. If he noticed the jealously possessive way she held onto the new box of teabags he didn’t say anything.
Instead he joined Rose by the record player and cast his eyes over the eclectic collection of vinyl around it. Rose glanced to the kitchen before leaning to whisper at him. ‘Is it the Gelth?’
‘Eh?’
‘I was thinking, that picture. It’s like Cardiff, and the Gelth, could there be a gas alien making the shadow? I mean... could you photograph one?’
‘Oh. Yeah course you could. They had to have a physical form or they wouldn’t have needed to bond with the gas feed at all. And something physical needs to be there to cast the shadow. More likely it’s a trap.’ He grinned at her.
‘Now you tell me!’ she tried to scowl but that grin was infectious. ‘You mean it got photo shopped or something? And left for you to find.’
‘Could be, yeah.’ He admitted. ‘But that wasn’t what I had in mind.’ His face fell serious and Rose shivered.
‘Something wrong?’
‘No... no.’ He was vague and Rose turned to look at the doorway he was staring at. There was nothing there. Alison appeared between them, deliberately ignoring the doorway as she handed over the tea.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’ She asked. The Doctor’s eyes snapped to hers.
‘Haven’t I been doing enough talking?’ he beamed, as slick at avoiding questions as Alison herself had been. ‘Besides, you’ve got company.’
Alison finally turned to the door, drawing Rose’s eye with her.
‘Hi, sorry I didn’t know you had company I’ll...’ the cute bloke from the photo was stood looking self conscious. He was even wearing the same clothes. Alison made it as far as opening her mouth when The Doctor strode across the room and slapped the younger man on the back.
‘Don’t be shy Doctor Bridge, more the merrier. You were just about to tell us all about the body in the park’
‘How did you...?’
‘Excuse me!’ Alison roared. Quite which doctor she was talking to it was hard to say but she got the attention of them both. She sighed, tangling her fingers in her hair. ‘This is my home Robert, you have places of your own to meet your friends.’
‘I don’t...’
‘We’re not...’
‘What body?’ asked Rose.