Galaxy Unknown (1/?)
Title: Galaxy Unknown (1/?)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yates/Benton
Summary: The Doctor, the Brigadier, Yates, and Benton get accidentally transported to the Star Wars galaxy, in the middle of the Empire era.
Chapter 1
“Ah, there you are Sergeant,” Brigadier Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart said as he and Captain Mike Yates walked into the Doctor’s laboratory.
“Did you need me, sir?” asked Sergeant John Benton as he rearranged some of the things on a shelf. “The Doctor asked me to help organize his lab.”
“Did he now? About time he cleaned up this place,” the Brigadier replied with a half-smile.
“Be glad this isn’t your office,” the Doctor responded as he walked into the room, a plate with two sandwiches in hand.
“I am grateful for that every day, Doctor.”
The Doctor smiled in response as he handed Benton one of the sandwiches.
“What brought this on?” Mike asked.
“Nothing special. It’s a bit overdue.”
“And you needed to use Benton as manual labor?”
“I’m only borrowing him, I promise,” the Doctor replied with a grin.
Benton finished his sandwich and moved some papers off of a black box. A black box with three handles on its sides. “Hey, it’s the Master’s dematerialization device.”
“I’ve been occasionally tweaking that,” the Doctor explained. “It won’t take anyone to that alternate Earth.”
“Good,” Mike commented. “We don’t want a repeat visit of that particular place.”
“Where do you want it, Doctor?”
“Oh… on that middle shelf next to the TARDIS.”
Benton picked up the box, but he only got halfway across the room before his body suddenly refused to take another step.
“Sergeant?” asked three concerned voices.
“I can’t move. I-“ The box started to hum loudly.
“Drop it!” the Doctor commanded.
Benton’s hands would not let go. “I can’t.”
The Doctor sprang forward and grabbed one of the handles, intending to pull it from Benton’s hands. He only succeeded in having his own hands and body let that happen. The humming sound grew louder. “It’s activated itself.”
Mike grabbed Benton from behind to try to pull him away. The Brigadier did the same to the Doctor.
Suddenly, the Doctor’s lab disappeared, and they were spinning in a vortex, colours and shapes whizzing past. None of them could speak. It took all their energy to hold onto the box and each other.
Benton’s hands slipped, and he dug his fingertips into the smooth surface. He didn’t have a secure grasp on a handle. Both hands had been holding the sides of the box.
The sergeant’s fingers slipped a tiny bit again. He and Mike looked at the Doctor and the Brigadier, fear showing on their faces. Then Benton’s grip couldn’t hold on any longer, and both were torn away from the box.
The Doctor and Alistair were left spinning in this vortex for a little longer. Then there was a painful impact, and blackness.
*******
Benton slowly opened his eyes, and saw tall blades of light purple grass. He shivered from the cold. He felt the arms wrapped around his chest tighten as the person holding onto him from behind stirred.
“Mike? Are you alright?” Benton sat up and turned.
Mike groaned and turned over onto his back. “Think so. I don’t think anything is broken, at least. You?”
“Same. That was a hell of a ride.”
Mike sat up and looked around. He saw the purple grass covered in a thin layer of frost, and three blue-coloured moons in the clear night sky. “We’re not on Earth anymore.”
“And we were separated from the Doctor and the Brig. We were thrown off the box. I don’t see them anywhere nearby.” Benton called out for them for good measure. No response. “I’m sorry I couldn’t hold on.”
“This is not at all your fault, John.” Mike wrapped his arms around himself and rubbed his sides in a futile attempt to warm up. Benton placed his hands on Mike’s biceps to help. The captain remarked, “Damn, it’s cold.”
“No arguments there.”
Mike quickly kissed Benton’s lips before they stood up and got a better view of their surroundings. “Right, we can’t stay here and freeze to death. We just have to pick a direction and start walking.”
“Let’s hope we find civilization soon.” In another attempt to keep warm, Benton put an arm around Mike’s waist as they walked side-by-side.
********
The Brigadier awakened to find the side of his face buried in white hair. His addled brain didn’t make the connection until he felt the velvet fabric under his fingers. “Doctor?” He raised his head and found that he was laying on top of the other man, who was face-down in the dirt. One of the Doctor’s arms was out to his side, the hand clutching at the handle of the demat box.
Alistair quickly got off the Doctor and rolled him over onto his back. He looked at the dirt-streaked face, and saw no signs of obvious injury. “Doctor, wake up,” he said urgently. When the Doctor didn’t respond to his voice, he started tapping his fingers against the unconscious man’s face. “Come on, Doctor. Wake up.”
“That’s quite annoying,” the Doctor muttered.
Alistair let out a small sigh of relief. He helped the Doctor sit up, and both men looked around. “We’re not on Earth, anymore, are we.”
The Doctor had seen the same things. The green-coloured sky that was visible through the red trees of the forest. It was daytime, if the sun shining through the leaves was an accurate indication.
“Doctor, I don’t see Yates or Benton.”
“They were thrown off while we were still travelling. They could be anywhere, perhaps not even on this planet.”
“Could they be in a different time?”
“No. I didn’t add that function to that,” the Doctor answered, picking up the demat box. He studied it for a minute. “It’s broken. And it’s not something the sonic screwdriver will be able to fix on its own.”
“So, we’re stuck here until we get some supplies for you to fix it. And until we find Yates and Benton.”
“Precisely.”
“Which way?”
The Doctor stroked his cheek with the back of his thumb. “We’ll try this way.”
Their hike through the forest didn’t last long before they came to a large field. Alistair yanked the Doctor behind a thick tree trunk when he saw the men in all-white armor uniforms. He waited a moment before peering around the tree.
“Definitely military,” Alistair stated as he watched the armored men practicing drills. He noticed one man dressed in a black officer’s uniform overseeing the training. He looked human. But Alistair had encountered enough human-enough aliens to not trust this one immediately.
The Doctor peeked around the other side of the tree. “Should we risk asking them for help?”
“You mean you’re not just going to stride down there and charm them into helping us?”
“I don’t know the rules of this planet.”
The Doctor and Alistair hid fully behind the tree again. “You mean you don’t know if they’ll be as easily charmed by you,” he teased with a grin.
“That’s enough of that, Brigadier. Let’s go around them.”
The two men were as silent as they could be as they backed up and started going around the clearing. What they hadn’t counted on were those white-armored troops doing exercises in the forest.
“Intruders!” came a shout.
The Doctor and Alistair looked behind them. Two soldiers were staring at them, their faces completely hidden by their helmets.
“Hello, my friend and I are lost,” said the Doctor. “If you would kindly point us to the nearest-“
More soldiers arrived on the spot. Some raised their guns.
“Perhaps another time, then.” He turned and grabbed Alistair’s wrist with his free hand. The Brigadier didn’t need to be told to run.
They ran, dodging red shots of no doubt deadly energy. Tree trunks splintered and sparked around them. They could hear the heavy footsteps of the soldiers giving chase.
The Doctor and Alistair were taken by surprise when the ground slipped out from under them. They slid down a steep hill of wet grass and mud. At the bottom, they instantly were back up to their feet and running for their lives.
They skid to a stop when they saw another part of the soldier group some distance in front of them. The Doctor saw two of them raise their guns. “Duck!” He dropped to the ground.
Alistair was a second too slow. The Doctor could only watch in horror as his two energy bolts stuck his friend and sent him flying backwards into a tree. He fell to the ground, body slack.
“Alistair!”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yates/Benton
Summary: The Doctor, the Brigadier, Yates, and Benton get accidentally transported to the Star Wars galaxy, in the middle of the Empire era.
Chapter 1
“Ah, there you are Sergeant,” Brigadier Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart said as he and Captain Mike Yates walked into the Doctor’s laboratory.
“Did you need me, sir?” asked Sergeant John Benton as he rearranged some of the things on a shelf. “The Doctor asked me to help organize his lab.”
“Did he now? About time he cleaned up this place,” the Brigadier replied with a half-smile.
“Be glad this isn’t your office,” the Doctor responded as he walked into the room, a plate with two sandwiches in hand.
“I am grateful for that every day, Doctor.”
The Doctor smiled in response as he handed Benton one of the sandwiches.
“What brought this on?” Mike asked.
“Nothing special. It’s a bit overdue.”
“And you needed to use Benton as manual labor?”
“I’m only borrowing him, I promise,” the Doctor replied with a grin.
Benton finished his sandwich and moved some papers off of a black box. A black box with three handles on its sides. “Hey, it’s the Master’s dematerialization device.”
“I’ve been occasionally tweaking that,” the Doctor explained. “It won’t take anyone to that alternate Earth.”
“Good,” Mike commented. “We don’t want a repeat visit of that particular place.”
“Where do you want it, Doctor?”
“Oh… on that middle shelf next to the TARDIS.”
Benton picked up the box, but he only got halfway across the room before his body suddenly refused to take another step.
“Sergeant?” asked three concerned voices.
“I can’t move. I-“ The box started to hum loudly.
“Drop it!” the Doctor commanded.
Benton’s hands would not let go. “I can’t.”
The Doctor sprang forward and grabbed one of the handles, intending to pull it from Benton’s hands. He only succeeded in having his own hands and body let that happen. The humming sound grew louder. “It’s activated itself.”
Mike grabbed Benton from behind to try to pull him away. The Brigadier did the same to the Doctor.
Suddenly, the Doctor’s lab disappeared, and they were spinning in a vortex, colours and shapes whizzing past. None of them could speak. It took all their energy to hold onto the box and each other.
Benton’s hands slipped, and he dug his fingertips into the smooth surface. He didn’t have a secure grasp on a handle. Both hands had been holding the sides of the box.
The sergeant’s fingers slipped a tiny bit again. He and Mike looked at the Doctor and the Brigadier, fear showing on their faces. Then Benton’s grip couldn’t hold on any longer, and both were torn away from the box.
The Doctor and Alistair were left spinning in this vortex for a little longer. Then there was a painful impact, and blackness.
*******
Benton slowly opened his eyes, and saw tall blades of light purple grass. He shivered from the cold. He felt the arms wrapped around his chest tighten as the person holding onto him from behind stirred.
“Mike? Are you alright?” Benton sat up and turned.
Mike groaned and turned over onto his back. “Think so. I don’t think anything is broken, at least. You?”
“Same. That was a hell of a ride.”
Mike sat up and looked around. He saw the purple grass covered in a thin layer of frost, and three blue-coloured moons in the clear night sky. “We’re not on Earth anymore.”
“And we were separated from the Doctor and the Brig. We were thrown off the box. I don’t see them anywhere nearby.” Benton called out for them for good measure. No response. “I’m sorry I couldn’t hold on.”
“This is not at all your fault, John.” Mike wrapped his arms around himself and rubbed his sides in a futile attempt to warm up. Benton placed his hands on Mike’s biceps to help. The captain remarked, “Damn, it’s cold.”
“No arguments there.”
Mike quickly kissed Benton’s lips before they stood up and got a better view of their surroundings. “Right, we can’t stay here and freeze to death. We just have to pick a direction and start walking.”
“Let’s hope we find civilization soon.” In another attempt to keep warm, Benton put an arm around Mike’s waist as they walked side-by-side.
********
The Brigadier awakened to find the side of his face buried in white hair. His addled brain didn’t make the connection until he felt the velvet fabric under his fingers. “Doctor?” He raised his head and found that he was laying on top of the other man, who was face-down in the dirt. One of the Doctor’s arms was out to his side, the hand clutching at the handle of the demat box.
Alistair quickly got off the Doctor and rolled him over onto his back. He looked at the dirt-streaked face, and saw no signs of obvious injury. “Doctor, wake up,” he said urgently. When the Doctor didn’t respond to his voice, he started tapping his fingers against the unconscious man’s face. “Come on, Doctor. Wake up.”
“That’s quite annoying,” the Doctor muttered.
Alistair let out a small sigh of relief. He helped the Doctor sit up, and both men looked around. “We’re not on Earth, anymore, are we.”
The Doctor had seen the same things. The green-coloured sky that was visible through the red trees of the forest. It was daytime, if the sun shining through the leaves was an accurate indication.
“Doctor, I don’t see Yates or Benton.”
“They were thrown off while we were still travelling. They could be anywhere, perhaps not even on this planet.”
“Could they be in a different time?”
“No. I didn’t add that function to that,” the Doctor answered, picking up the demat box. He studied it for a minute. “It’s broken. And it’s not something the sonic screwdriver will be able to fix on its own.”
“So, we’re stuck here until we get some supplies for you to fix it. And until we find Yates and Benton.”
“Precisely.”
“Which way?”
The Doctor stroked his cheek with the back of his thumb. “We’ll try this way.”
Their hike through the forest didn’t last long before they came to a large field. Alistair yanked the Doctor behind a thick tree trunk when he saw the men in all-white armor uniforms. He waited a moment before peering around the tree.
“Definitely military,” Alistair stated as he watched the armored men practicing drills. He noticed one man dressed in a black officer’s uniform overseeing the training. He looked human. But Alistair had encountered enough human-enough aliens to not trust this one immediately.
The Doctor peeked around the other side of the tree. “Should we risk asking them for help?”
“You mean you’re not just going to stride down there and charm them into helping us?”
“I don’t know the rules of this planet.”
The Doctor and Alistair hid fully behind the tree again. “You mean you don’t know if they’ll be as easily charmed by you,” he teased with a grin.
“That’s enough of that, Brigadier. Let’s go around them.”
The two men were as silent as they could be as they backed up and started going around the clearing. What they hadn’t counted on were those white-armored troops doing exercises in the forest.
“Intruders!” came a shout.
The Doctor and Alistair looked behind them. Two soldiers were staring at them, their faces completely hidden by their helmets.
“Hello, my friend and I are lost,” said the Doctor. “If you would kindly point us to the nearest-“
More soldiers arrived on the spot. Some raised their guns.
“Perhaps another time, then.” He turned and grabbed Alistair’s wrist with his free hand. The Brigadier didn’t need to be told to run.
They ran, dodging red shots of no doubt deadly energy. Tree trunks splintered and sparked around them. They could hear the heavy footsteps of the soldiers giving chase.
The Doctor and Alistair were taken by surprise when the ground slipped out from under them. They slid down a steep hill of wet grass and mud. At the bottom, they instantly were back up to their feet and running for their lives.
They skid to a stop when they saw another part of the soldier group some distance in front of them. The Doctor saw two of them raise their guns. “Duck!” He dropped to the ground.
Alistair was a second too slow. The Doctor could only watch in horror as his two energy bolts stuck his friend and sent him flying backwards into a tree. He fell to the ground, body slack.
“Alistair!”