DW/SW 1 (OR TheReturn of the Crossover Fiction)
Some of you may remember that I began a mega Dr Who/Star Wars crossover fiction last summer. There are 20,000 words of it, and still more to come. Since some may have forgotten what happened, and others will not have seen it because they are new to my LJ, I have decided to serialise this fic. If there are no complaints, I will do this in as-often-as-possible regular journal posts rather than under a filter. For those who do not know, this is a partly tongue-in-cheek, partly slightly slashy (allusions only!), partly for-my-amusement idea that I couldn't help writing. So read on if you like the sound of that!
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1
"So where are we this time then?" Rose asked with a half-smile. She had become something of a time travel veteran now, and every time she visited a new place or time the excitement was just a little less. As she waited for an answer, she stared into the little round mirror she had hung on one side of the TARDIS' main room. Her roots were showing. Maybe I can persuade him to take me home for a bit, she thought with a frown, just long enough to visit a salon... She peered into it at an angle then, trying to see if her red strappy top went well with her short denim skirt. But the mirror was too small.
"Yeah, where are we, handsome?" Jack said in his upbeat American drawl with a twinkling grin, ignorant of Rose's inner turmoil.
A few moments passed. The Doctor did not reply. He was standing with his back to the others, his arms folded, silent. His air was gloomy, and today his clothes matched - black jeans, black jumper, black jacket.
"Doctor?" Since he still did not receive an answer, Jack moved closer and put an arm around the Doctor's shoulders, gently turning him so that he could see his face. His face was stormy. "Hey, what's wrong? We got somewhere new to explore, right?"
The Doctor met his eyes with his own, and they shone deep and blue. Though not deep blue. They were a pale but vibrant shade of blue with an inner sparkle betraying a tragic depth of thought. "I don't know," he said quietly.
"You don't know?" Rose said, incredulous. She left her mirror and came to stand in front of the Doctor. "What do you mean you don't know?" She was alarmingly reminiscent of her outspoken mother when she raised her voice like that, her amplitude peaking in the middle of the sentence.
"Yeah, and, y'know, what don't you know?" Jack added.
"I don't know where we are..." The Doctor's eyes were sad. "Or when we are. I set the controls to take us back in time and pretty far in space, but I didn't give them exact settings. I like a surprise sometimes too you know!" He kept his arms folded defensively.
"Well... Well what does your watch say?" Rose asked practically.
"Nothing." He looked sheepish. "It's stopped. Reckon it's the battery. The TARDIS isn't being very helpful either... I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
Jack sighed heavily. "So you're saying we just arrived somewhere completely random, and we have no way of finding out where we are?"
"No." The Doctor finally smiled. "We can go outside and find out!"
A decision was soon reached to venture outside slightly and then return to think about where they might be. The idea of reversing the flight path and going back to where they had just come from was rejected because they had last been on Raxacoricofallapatorius dropping off a Slitheen egg at the nearest orphanage; they had soon discovered that Raxacoricofallapatorians do not actually have the concept of the orphanage and had ended up persuading a passing teenager to take the egg home to her parents before being chased back into the TARDIS by a gang of Blathereen cousins.
After tossing a three-sided coin which Rose had found down the back of the sofa in the TARDIS' TV room, Jack was elected to be the first to open the door on their new world. He insisted on putting his commando jacket on first, and then did so slowly, peeping his head out. And promptly pulling it back in and slamming the door. A moment later there was a knock on the door, and a loud voice called, "Who is in there? Step outside the... vehicle!"
"Well?" asked the Doctor, his face showing not the slightest alarm.
Jack turned on him. "Well what? Did that sound friendly to you?"
"Well what did he... it... look like?" Rose asked hesitantly. "That's the first step to finding out where we are. Right?"
The Doctor smiled warmly at her. "Right. Well done, Rose. So come on, Captain, tell us who's outside."
"They were human-sized. Wearing some kind of suit. White. Hard. Like armour. With a helmet with a kind of... visor. And they had guns."
"Oh good," the Doctor said cheerily. "What kind of guns? If we work out what their technology is like..."
"I didn't actually stop to find out," Jack said with a tone full of sarcasm. "But if you like I'll go back out there, let them shoot me, and then you can work out what technology they used!"
A squabble quickly ensued, and ended with a decision to go outside again. After all, they wouldn't just shoot - they would find out whom they were shooting first, as the Doctor reasoned. Rose failed to find this encouraging. Before they did the deed, she caught the Doctor's arm for a moment. "Can't you just give a guess? When do you think we are?"
"A long time ago," the Doctor said with a shrug.
"And where?"
"I don't know," he said, looking down at her not unkindly. "A galaxy."
"But where?"
"Far, far away..."
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1
"So where are we this time then?" Rose asked with a half-smile. She had become something of a time travel veteran now, and every time she visited a new place or time the excitement was just a little less. As she waited for an answer, she stared into the little round mirror she had hung on one side of the TARDIS' main room. Her roots were showing. Maybe I can persuade him to take me home for a bit, she thought with a frown, just long enough to visit a salon... She peered into it at an angle then, trying to see if her red strappy top went well with her short denim skirt. But the mirror was too small.
"Yeah, where are we, handsome?" Jack said in his upbeat American drawl with a twinkling grin, ignorant of Rose's inner turmoil.
A few moments passed. The Doctor did not reply. He was standing with his back to the others, his arms folded, silent. His air was gloomy, and today his clothes matched - black jeans, black jumper, black jacket.
"Doctor?" Since he still did not receive an answer, Jack moved closer and put an arm around the Doctor's shoulders, gently turning him so that he could see his face. His face was stormy. "Hey, what's wrong? We got somewhere new to explore, right?"
The Doctor met his eyes with his own, and they shone deep and blue. Though not deep blue. They were a pale but vibrant shade of blue with an inner sparkle betraying a tragic depth of thought. "I don't know," he said quietly.
"You don't know?" Rose said, incredulous. She left her mirror and came to stand in front of the Doctor. "What do you mean you don't know?" She was alarmingly reminiscent of her outspoken mother when she raised her voice like that, her amplitude peaking in the middle of the sentence.
"Yeah, and, y'know, what don't you know?" Jack added.
"I don't know where we are..." The Doctor's eyes were sad. "Or when we are. I set the controls to take us back in time and pretty far in space, but I didn't give them exact settings. I like a surprise sometimes too you know!" He kept his arms folded defensively.
"Well... Well what does your watch say?" Rose asked practically.
"Nothing." He looked sheepish. "It's stopped. Reckon it's the battery. The TARDIS isn't being very helpful either... I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
Jack sighed heavily. "So you're saying we just arrived somewhere completely random, and we have no way of finding out where we are?"
"No." The Doctor finally smiled. "We can go outside and find out!"
A decision was soon reached to venture outside slightly and then return to think about where they might be. The idea of reversing the flight path and going back to where they had just come from was rejected because they had last been on Raxacoricofallapatorius dropping off a Slitheen egg at the nearest orphanage; they had soon discovered that Raxacoricofallapatorians do not actually have the concept of the orphanage and had ended up persuading a passing teenager to take the egg home to her parents before being chased back into the TARDIS by a gang of Blathereen cousins.
After tossing a three-sided coin which Rose had found down the back of the sofa in the TARDIS' TV room, Jack was elected to be the first to open the door on their new world. He insisted on putting his commando jacket on first, and then did so slowly, peeping his head out. And promptly pulling it back in and slamming the door. A moment later there was a knock on the door, and a loud voice called, "Who is in there? Step outside the... vehicle!"
"Well?" asked the Doctor, his face showing not the slightest alarm.
Jack turned on him. "Well what? Did that sound friendly to you?"
"Well what did he... it... look like?" Rose asked hesitantly. "That's the first step to finding out where we are. Right?"
The Doctor smiled warmly at her. "Right. Well done, Rose. So come on, Captain, tell us who's outside."
"They were human-sized. Wearing some kind of suit. White. Hard. Like armour. With a helmet with a kind of... visor. And they had guns."
"Oh good," the Doctor said cheerily. "What kind of guns? If we work out what their technology is like..."
"I didn't actually stop to find out," Jack said with a tone full of sarcasm. "But if you like I'll go back out there, let them shoot me, and then you can work out what technology they used!"
A squabble quickly ensued, and ended with a decision to go outside again. After all, they wouldn't just shoot - they would find out whom they were shooting first, as the Doctor reasoned. Rose failed to find this encouraging. Before they did the deed, she caught the Doctor's arm for a moment. "Can't you just give a guess? When do you think we are?"
"A long time ago," the Doctor said with a shrug.
"And where?"
"I don't know," he said, looking down at her not unkindly. "A galaxy."
"But where?"
"Far, far away..."