Stargate SG-1/Doctor Who - Random Encounters
Title: Random Encounters
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Characters: Cameron Mitchell, the Doctor
Word Count: 953
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: The one where Mitchell keeps running into the Doctor
Disclaimer: I don't own either Stargate SG-1 or Doctor Who. This work is for entertainment purposes only.
Note: Written for the Big Bang Challenge at scifiland
The first time Cameron Mitchell met the Doctor, he was checking out a tavern on P4X-754. Mitchell stood out from the locals with his uniform and his P-90, but the other man stood out even more. Thin, wild hair, brown pin-striped suit. Mitchell clocked him immediately as definitely not a local. And considering past experiences, that made him suspect.
"Hey, friend," said Mitchell, sliding on to the stool next to the man. He knew he should probably call the rest of his team for back-up, but the man didn't look like a threat. Mostly he looked sad. "Come here often?"
"First time," said the man.
"Yeah, me too," said Mitchell. "So watcha doing here?"
The man gave him a wan smile. "This planet is supposed to have the best banana smoothies in this galaxy."
"Doesn't look like that's on the menu," said Mitchell, looking around at the primitive tavern. He ddn't think the people there even knew what a banana was.
"Yeah. I'm a little off," said the man. "By a few centuries." He stood up suddenly, clapping Mitchell on the shoulder. It took all of Mitchell's willpower not to reach for his gun. "So! I'm off. Things to do, you know how it is. See you around, Cam."
And then he was gone, striding out the door in his ridiculous chucks. Mitchell, too surprised that the man had known his name, didn't even think to chase after him for several seconds. Then he was on his feet and out the tavern entrance, standing on the dusty road that ran through the middle of town, looking right and left and not seeing anything. He did hear a faint sound like machinery, technology way beyond the people of the backwater planet, but he couldn't pinpoint it and it faded away.
#
The second time Mitchell met the Doctor it was on Earth and he was just trying to buy some groceries. Thanks to a rough last mission, SG-1 was grounded for at least a month, so Mitchell had returned to his little-used apartment and discovered everything in it had gone bad quite some time ago. By the fourth day of leave he was tired of takeout and itching to do something. As he wandered up and down the aisles, looking for things that sounded good (his grandma had always told him to never shop for groceries while hungry, but he was desperate), he was accosted by a man who looked like he had stepped out of an Edwardian painting. Mitchell shook his head. He'd known he was out of touch, but he was pretty sure it wasn't Halloween yet.
"Excuse me, you don't happen to have seen a confused android stumbling around in here, have you?" The man was looking at Mitchell as if he thought his words made actual sense.
Mitchell, ever the eloquent one, said, "Wha?"
The man waved his hands at him impatiently. "An-droid," he said slowly. "My height, made of metal, possibly asking to see the Queen?"
"Oh, I get it," said Mitchell. "Rogers put you up to this, didn't he? Haha, very funny. You tell him I'll get him back time his team is grounded."
"Can I have those?" said the man, pointing at Mitchell's shoes.
"That would be a no."
The man grabbed his shoulders and leaned closer. "Listen. I don't have time to explain right now, but it is imperative that you give me your shoes right now. The fate of the world depends on it."
Later, Mitchell couldn't have said why he actually listened to the man, why he bent over right there and untied his sneakers and gave them to the strange English man. There was something in the man's eyes, something desperate and serious, and there was a part of Mitchell that wondered if maybe he was telling the truth. It wasn't like Mitchell himself didn't see stranger things on a regular basis.
"Thank you," said the man, clutching Mitchell's shoes. "What's your name?"
Mitchell swallowed, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing. "Cam Mitchell."
"Thank you, Cam." There was something naggingly familiar about the man's delivery of his name, but he was gone before Mitchell could put his finger on what.
#
The third time Mitchell met the Doctor he didn't meet him at all. He and SG-1 were on a moon whose people were at war with the people on the nearby planet, and his team had gotten caught in the crossfire and separated. Mitchell found a shallow cave and hunkered down, preparing to wait until backup arrived. He spotted something white sitting on the floor at the very back of the cave, so he got up to investigate.
Shoes. Sneakers like he'd find in any Foot Locker on Earth. In fact, Mitchell determined as he examined them closer, he had found them in a Foot Locker on Earth. They were his shoes, the very same ones he had lost to the crazy man in the grocery store over a year before.
Mitchell blinked a few times, then noticed there was a note tucked into one of the shoes, the edge of the paper sticking up. He pulled it out, unfolded it, and read.
Sorry it took so long to return them. They worked a wonder, by the way. The androids from Netyr 3 never could resist a good pair of trainers.
-The Doctor
P.S. There's nothing on this moon that can't be fixed by a good, old-fashioned chat between the leaders. I suggest locking them in a room together once you get out of here.
There were some days, Mitchell thought as he refolded the note and put it into his pocket, that the universe could still surprise him.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Characters: Cameron Mitchell, the Doctor
Word Count: 953
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: The one where Mitchell keeps running into the Doctor
Disclaimer: I don't own either Stargate SG-1 or Doctor Who. This work is for entertainment purposes only.
Note: Written for the Big Bang Challenge at scifiland
The first time Cameron Mitchell met the Doctor, he was checking out a tavern on P4X-754. Mitchell stood out from the locals with his uniform and his P-90, but the other man stood out even more. Thin, wild hair, brown pin-striped suit. Mitchell clocked him immediately as definitely not a local. And considering past experiences, that made him suspect.
"Hey, friend," said Mitchell, sliding on to the stool next to the man. He knew he should probably call the rest of his team for back-up, but the man didn't look like a threat. Mostly he looked sad. "Come here often?"
"First time," said the man.
"Yeah, me too," said Mitchell. "So watcha doing here?"
The man gave him a wan smile. "This planet is supposed to have the best banana smoothies in this galaxy."
"Doesn't look like that's on the menu," said Mitchell, looking around at the primitive tavern. He ddn't think the people there even knew what a banana was.
"Yeah. I'm a little off," said the man. "By a few centuries." He stood up suddenly, clapping Mitchell on the shoulder. It took all of Mitchell's willpower not to reach for his gun. "So! I'm off. Things to do, you know how it is. See you around, Cam."
And then he was gone, striding out the door in his ridiculous chucks. Mitchell, too surprised that the man had known his name, didn't even think to chase after him for several seconds. Then he was on his feet and out the tavern entrance, standing on the dusty road that ran through the middle of town, looking right and left and not seeing anything. He did hear a faint sound like machinery, technology way beyond the people of the backwater planet, but he couldn't pinpoint it and it faded away.
#
The second time Mitchell met the Doctor it was on Earth and he was just trying to buy some groceries. Thanks to a rough last mission, SG-1 was grounded for at least a month, so Mitchell had returned to his little-used apartment and discovered everything in it had gone bad quite some time ago. By the fourth day of leave he was tired of takeout and itching to do something. As he wandered up and down the aisles, looking for things that sounded good (his grandma had always told him to never shop for groceries while hungry, but he was desperate), he was accosted by a man who looked like he had stepped out of an Edwardian painting. Mitchell shook his head. He'd known he was out of touch, but he was pretty sure it wasn't Halloween yet.
"Excuse me, you don't happen to have seen a confused android stumbling around in here, have you?" The man was looking at Mitchell as if he thought his words made actual sense.
Mitchell, ever the eloquent one, said, "Wha?"
The man waved his hands at him impatiently. "An-droid," he said slowly. "My height, made of metal, possibly asking to see the Queen?"
"Oh, I get it," said Mitchell. "Rogers put you up to this, didn't he? Haha, very funny. You tell him I'll get him back time his team is grounded."
"Can I have those?" said the man, pointing at Mitchell's shoes.
"That would be a no."
The man grabbed his shoulders and leaned closer. "Listen. I don't have time to explain right now, but it is imperative that you give me your shoes right now. The fate of the world depends on it."
Later, Mitchell couldn't have said why he actually listened to the man, why he bent over right there and untied his sneakers and gave them to the strange English man. There was something in the man's eyes, something desperate and serious, and there was a part of Mitchell that wondered if maybe he was telling the truth. It wasn't like Mitchell himself didn't see stranger things on a regular basis.
"Thank you," said the man, clutching Mitchell's shoes. "What's your name?"
Mitchell swallowed, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing. "Cam Mitchell."
"Thank you, Cam." There was something naggingly familiar about the man's delivery of his name, but he was gone before Mitchell could put his finger on what.
#
The third time Mitchell met the Doctor he didn't meet him at all. He and SG-1 were on a moon whose people were at war with the people on the nearby planet, and his team had gotten caught in the crossfire and separated. Mitchell found a shallow cave and hunkered down, preparing to wait until backup arrived. He spotted something white sitting on the floor at the very back of the cave, so he got up to investigate.
Shoes. Sneakers like he'd find in any Foot Locker on Earth. In fact, Mitchell determined as he examined them closer, he had found them in a Foot Locker on Earth. They were his shoes, the very same ones he had lost to the crazy man in the grocery store over a year before.
Mitchell blinked a few times, then noticed there was a note tucked into one of the shoes, the edge of the paper sticking up. He pulled it out, unfolded it, and read.
Sorry it took so long to return them. They worked a wonder, by the way. The androids from Netyr 3 never could resist a good pair of trainers.
-The Doctor
P.S. There's nothing on this moon that can't be fixed by a good, old-fashioned chat between the leaders. I suggest locking them in a room together once you get out of here.
There were some days, Mitchell thought as he refolded the note and put it into his pocket, that the universe could still surprise him.