Fic - The Day Job
Title: The Day Job (1+2/3)
Author: szm
Charcters: Andy, Doctor, Torchwood
Rating: G
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: The adventures of PC Davidson. Guest starring Torchwood and the Doctor.
Many thanks to avon_09 who betaed Chapter One and vipersweb who betaed Chapter Two.
Chapter One
The Doctor led Andy to a side street. It was raining heavily and Andy burrowed into his coat.
“What are we doing here?” he snapped. He was cold and wet and feeling more than a little foolish.
“This is the last place I saw the Jorgardian. Maybe we can work out where he went. Like that programme Martha liked… CSI?” The Doctor looked at Andy hopefully.
Andy snorted. “CSI Cardiff?” He immediately felt bad as the Doctor’s face dropped. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, let’s start from the beginning. What does this guy look…?” He trailed off. “What’s that?” Andy asked as he walked over to the large blue box at the side of the street.
“What’s what?” asked the Doctor sounding far too innocent to be anything other than suspicious.
“This big, blue phone box that wasn’t here last week,” clarified Andy.
“You’re quite the little noticer aren’t you?” replied the Doctor, his tone an odd mix of pleased and annoyed. “Notice, notice, notice. It’s a wonder you get anything done.”
Andy frowned at the phone box. “It definitely wasn’t here last week when I chased those kids this way.”
The Doctor leaned up against the side of the phone box. “I brought her here.”
Andy looked at the Doctor confused. “You brought her here? How did you manage that, then?”
“Well yes, I suppose technically she brought me,” agreed the Doctor with a grin. “This is my spaceship, well space and time ship really, the TARDIS. Isn’t she brilliant?”
Andy was actually gobsmacked for the first time in his life. “Your spaceship?”
“Space and time, yep. Told you I was an alien.”
“You’re an alien? Who came to Cardiff in a phone box that travels through space and time?” asked Andy.
The Doctor grinned. “Yep!”
“I’m tromping through Cardiff in the middle of the night with a man who believes he is a space and time travelling alien?” Andy stared at the Doctor who just nodded. “Oh my god, you’re a loony aren’t you? You’re going to kill me and eat me liver or something,” said Andy with a fair amout of sarcasm
The Doctor frowned. “Why would I do a thing like that?”
Andy chuckled and shook his head. “Never mind. Okay you’re an alien. Whatever. So what happened when you met the Jo-thing?” Andy pulled his notebook out of his jacket pocket. He’s come this far, might as well follow it through. It’s not like he’s going to be able to sleep tonight now anyway, and he’s certainly not going to get any wetter. And although he has no reason to think so he doubts that this guy is a serial killer.
“Jorgardian,” corrected the Doctor with a wounded sniff. “You know I don’t think you’re taking me seriously.”
“God forbid,” said Andy with a smirk.
The Doctor flashed another one of his whole-face grins. “I stepped out of the TARDIS and he sort of pounced on me. We stumbled into the next street.” The Doctor jogged over the junction into a wider street. He pointed to a row of terraced houses. “We fought for a bit here and he pushed me over. I hit my head or something because I blacked out. When I came round he was gone, and so was my sonic screwdriver.”
“What did he look like?” asked Andy.
The Doctor looked uncomfortable and ran a hand through his hair. “Well… that’s not really going to be all that helpful Jorgardian’s are shape shifters. He could look like anything now.”
Andy looked at the Doctor and raised a sceptical eyebrow. “Shape shifter?” Of course. It made as much sense as anything else did tonight. Aliens with their police boxes that were actually space and time ships. He shook his head. Only him.
The Doctor sighed. “He was shorter than me, stockier. Dark hair and eyes. Could probably pass for human if you weren’t looking too closely. But he won’t look like that now. Hey where are you going?”
The Doctor hurried after Andy who stopped at a terraced house and knocked on the door.
“Won’t they be asleep?” asked the Doctor.
“Since when did that bother you?” asked Andy with a grin. “The upstairs light is on. Which means the baby’s not sleeping again which means Nerys is awake.”
Before the Doctor could answer the front door opened to reveal a very harassed looking young woman. She was balancing a sleepy looking infant on her hip. Every time she moved the toddler opened his or her eyes wide and grabbed hold of her jumper. She looked at Andy and groaned.
“Whatever he’s done Andy I don’t want to know okay?”
Andy smiled softly. “Nothing to do with Bill, I promise. The baby giving you trouble tonight?”
Nerys gave Andy a withering ‘what do you think’ look.
“Who’s Bill?” asked the Doctor looking more than a little confused.
“My good-for-nothing little brother,” replied the young woman looking the Doctor up and down. She turned back to Andy. “Who’s he then?”
“Just some loony I picked up,” replied Andy. “He was involved in a fight a couple of nights ago. I wondered if you saw anything?”
Nerys shifted the child on her hip; he/she started to cry. “Hush, little one,” crooned Nerys. “I’m not going anywhere, shush, shush.”
“May I?” asked the Doctor holding out his hands. Nerys gave Andy a look and Andy nodded.
“He’s alright. He’s a Doctor.”
Nerys passed the child over. The Doctor looked at the infant straight in the eye. “That’s enough,” he said softly and firmly. The bright blue eyes focused on the Doctor and they regarded each other for a long moment. Then the toddler yawned hugely and the eyes closed. The Doctor settled the child in the crook of his arm. He nodded to a shocked looking Andy and Nerys.
“Erm… right, yeah,” said Nerys a little stunned. “When was this?”
“A week last Sunday,” replied the Doctor.
“Right,” repeated Nerys thinking about it. “This was about two in the morning?” The Doctor nodded. “Yeah there were two guys; they came out on to the street over there.” She pointed to where Andy and the Doctor had come from. “I was up because the baby wouldn’t sleep and I heard a noise. I looked out the window and saw them. I turned away for a few seconds and when I turned back they were gone. Sorry I didn’t see anything.”
“Was there anything else in the street?” asked the Doctor. “Anything at all.”
Nerys shook her head. “No, wait. There was a cat. Must have been scared by the fighting. Ran out of here like a bat out of hell.”
“Thank you,” said the Doctor passing the baby over and giving Nerys a brilliant smile.
“Still asleep,” marvelled Nerys. “You can come back anytime.”
“Take care,” said Andy. “And if you need anyt…”
“I’ll call,” interrupted Nerys with a smile. “I know Andy.”
Nerys closed the door and Andy and the Doctor walked back towards the TARDIS.
“Well that was a waste of time,” said Andy dejectedly.
“Not at all,” announced the Doctor with glee. “Now we know we’re looking for a cat, or cat like creature.”
Andy gave him a sceptical look. “Okay number one, I think you’re a nut job but just assuming I believe that this is a shape shifter we’re looking for, then number two. Do you have any idea how many stray cats there are in this city? And number three, if it is a shape shifter, what’s to stop it changing again?”
“Can’t risk changing, he’d release a unique energy signature. Once he can get away with, more than that and Torchwood might find him. No visiting alien wants that, Torchwood has a reputation,” replied the Doctor darkly. Suddenly he asked, “Who was the girl?”
Andy frowned at the subject change. “Nerys? She’s a good kid. Got into a lot of trouble when she was younger, then she had the baby. Poor little thing is a bit sickly you know? The Dad ran off and her brother’s no help. But she’s getting on.”
“And you help her,” replied the Doctor nodding.
“She’s a good kid,” answered Andy. “You were good with the baby.”
The Doctor frowned. “Why ‘the baby’, doesn’t the child have a name?”
Andy chuckled, “She’s called Daphne. But she’s been ‘the baby’ ever since she was born. She’ll probably be ‘the baby’ all her life, poor sod. Do you have kids?”
“I used to,” replied the Doctor, face and voice carefully blank. Which was a hell of a shock, Andy had gotten used to the constant animation.
“What happened?” asked Andy as they reached the TARDIS.
“There was a war,” replied the Doctor. “I can manage from here. Thank you for the help,”
The Doctor turned towards the blue box. “That’s it!” exclaimed Andy. “You drag me out in the middle of the night and now you’re cutting me loose? What about the suspect?”
“Go home PC Andy,” said the Doctor gently. “Maybe I should just stop taking people from where they belong.”
He slipped through the door of the phone box; Andy looked but the door didn’t open wide enough for him to see inside. He stood for several minutes in the Cardiff drizzle. As he turned to go home he shouted, “If you dislike Torchwood so much you might wanna stop acting like them.”
**
Andy got home and collapsed on his sofa. He looked over at the clock. Nearly five am; on top it all off he had to be at work in two hours. He groaned and tried to will himself off the sofa and into the shower.
He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. Ever since he was a kid he’d been trailing the cool kids around. It seemed he was still doing it as an adult: Gwen, Torchwood, this Doctor person. It always ended up with him getting left behind. It seemed he could never run fast enough to keep up.
There was a warm pressure on his lap he opened his eyes to see next-door’s cat looking at him speculatively. Andy reached over to stroke him and he sniffed at Andy’s hand.
“So are you a shape shifting alien who steals screwdrivers then?” asked Andy with a weak chuckle.
The cat stretched and in some trick of the light his back seemed to get longer. And longer. Suddenly he was much heavier and Andy found his legs pinned. There was a noise like bones popping out of joints. The creature seemed to yawn and his face changed. Andy found himself staring into much more human looking eyes.
“Yes, actually,” replied the Jorgardian pointing a slender metal tube with a glowing blue tip at Andy’s head.
Author: szm
Charcters: Andy, Doctor, Torchwood
Rating: G
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: The adventures of PC Davidson. Guest starring Torchwood and the Doctor.
Many thanks to avon_09 who betaed Chapter One and vipersweb who betaed Chapter Two.
Chapter One
The Doctor led Andy to a side street. It was raining heavily and Andy burrowed into his coat.
“What are we doing here?” he snapped. He was cold and wet and feeling more than a little foolish.
“This is the last place I saw the Jorgardian. Maybe we can work out where he went. Like that programme Martha liked… CSI?” The Doctor looked at Andy hopefully.
Andy snorted. “CSI Cardiff?” He immediately felt bad as the Doctor’s face dropped. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, let’s start from the beginning. What does this guy look…?” He trailed off. “What’s that?” Andy asked as he walked over to the large blue box at the side of the street.
“What’s what?” asked the Doctor sounding far too innocent to be anything other than suspicious.
“This big, blue phone box that wasn’t here last week,” clarified Andy.
“You’re quite the little noticer aren’t you?” replied the Doctor, his tone an odd mix of pleased and annoyed. “Notice, notice, notice. It’s a wonder you get anything done.”
Andy frowned at the phone box. “It definitely wasn’t here last week when I chased those kids this way.”
The Doctor leaned up against the side of the phone box. “I brought her here.”
Andy looked at the Doctor confused. “You brought her here? How did you manage that, then?”
“Well yes, I suppose technically she brought me,” agreed the Doctor with a grin. “This is my spaceship, well space and time ship really, the TARDIS. Isn’t she brilliant?”
Andy was actually gobsmacked for the first time in his life. “Your spaceship?”
“Space and time, yep. Told you I was an alien.”
“You’re an alien? Who came to Cardiff in a phone box that travels through space and time?” asked Andy.
The Doctor grinned. “Yep!”
“I’m tromping through Cardiff in the middle of the night with a man who believes he is a space and time travelling alien?” Andy stared at the Doctor who just nodded. “Oh my god, you’re a loony aren’t you? You’re going to kill me and eat me liver or something,” said Andy with a fair amout of sarcasm
The Doctor frowned. “Why would I do a thing like that?”
Andy chuckled and shook his head. “Never mind. Okay you’re an alien. Whatever. So what happened when you met the Jo-thing?” Andy pulled his notebook out of his jacket pocket. He’s come this far, might as well follow it through. It’s not like he’s going to be able to sleep tonight now anyway, and he’s certainly not going to get any wetter. And although he has no reason to think so he doubts that this guy is a serial killer.
“Jorgardian,” corrected the Doctor with a wounded sniff. “You know I don’t think you’re taking me seriously.”
“God forbid,” said Andy with a smirk.
The Doctor flashed another one of his whole-face grins. “I stepped out of the TARDIS and he sort of pounced on me. We stumbled into the next street.” The Doctor jogged over the junction into a wider street. He pointed to a row of terraced houses. “We fought for a bit here and he pushed me over. I hit my head or something because I blacked out. When I came round he was gone, and so was my sonic screwdriver.”
“What did he look like?” asked Andy.
The Doctor looked uncomfortable and ran a hand through his hair. “Well… that’s not really going to be all that helpful Jorgardian’s are shape shifters. He could look like anything now.”
Andy looked at the Doctor and raised a sceptical eyebrow. “Shape shifter?” Of course. It made as much sense as anything else did tonight. Aliens with their police boxes that were actually space and time ships. He shook his head. Only him.
The Doctor sighed. “He was shorter than me, stockier. Dark hair and eyes. Could probably pass for human if you weren’t looking too closely. But he won’t look like that now. Hey where are you going?”
The Doctor hurried after Andy who stopped at a terraced house and knocked on the door.
“Won’t they be asleep?” asked the Doctor.
“Since when did that bother you?” asked Andy with a grin. “The upstairs light is on. Which means the baby’s not sleeping again which means Nerys is awake.”
Before the Doctor could answer the front door opened to reveal a very harassed looking young woman. She was balancing a sleepy looking infant on her hip. Every time she moved the toddler opened his or her eyes wide and grabbed hold of her jumper. She looked at Andy and groaned.
“Whatever he’s done Andy I don’t want to know okay?”
Andy smiled softly. “Nothing to do with Bill, I promise. The baby giving you trouble tonight?”
Nerys gave Andy a withering ‘what do you think’ look.
“Who’s Bill?” asked the Doctor looking more than a little confused.
“My good-for-nothing little brother,” replied the young woman looking the Doctor up and down. She turned back to Andy. “Who’s he then?”
“Just some loony I picked up,” replied Andy. “He was involved in a fight a couple of nights ago. I wondered if you saw anything?”
Nerys shifted the child on her hip; he/she started to cry. “Hush, little one,” crooned Nerys. “I’m not going anywhere, shush, shush.”
“May I?” asked the Doctor holding out his hands. Nerys gave Andy a look and Andy nodded.
“He’s alright. He’s a Doctor.”
Nerys passed the child over. The Doctor looked at the infant straight in the eye. “That’s enough,” he said softly and firmly. The bright blue eyes focused on the Doctor and they regarded each other for a long moment. Then the toddler yawned hugely and the eyes closed. The Doctor settled the child in the crook of his arm. He nodded to a shocked looking Andy and Nerys.
“Erm… right, yeah,” said Nerys a little stunned. “When was this?”
“A week last Sunday,” replied the Doctor.
“Right,” repeated Nerys thinking about it. “This was about two in the morning?” The Doctor nodded. “Yeah there were two guys; they came out on to the street over there.” She pointed to where Andy and the Doctor had come from. “I was up because the baby wouldn’t sleep and I heard a noise. I looked out the window and saw them. I turned away for a few seconds and when I turned back they were gone. Sorry I didn’t see anything.”
“Was there anything else in the street?” asked the Doctor. “Anything at all.”
Nerys shook her head. “No, wait. There was a cat. Must have been scared by the fighting. Ran out of here like a bat out of hell.”
“Thank you,” said the Doctor passing the baby over and giving Nerys a brilliant smile.
“Still asleep,” marvelled Nerys. “You can come back anytime.”
“Take care,” said Andy. “And if you need anyt…”
“I’ll call,” interrupted Nerys with a smile. “I know Andy.”
Nerys closed the door and Andy and the Doctor walked back towards the TARDIS.
“Well that was a waste of time,” said Andy dejectedly.
“Not at all,” announced the Doctor with glee. “Now we know we’re looking for a cat, or cat like creature.”
Andy gave him a sceptical look. “Okay number one, I think you’re a nut job but just assuming I believe that this is a shape shifter we’re looking for, then number two. Do you have any idea how many stray cats there are in this city? And number three, if it is a shape shifter, what’s to stop it changing again?”
“Can’t risk changing, he’d release a unique energy signature. Once he can get away with, more than that and Torchwood might find him. No visiting alien wants that, Torchwood has a reputation,” replied the Doctor darkly. Suddenly he asked, “Who was the girl?”
Andy frowned at the subject change. “Nerys? She’s a good kid. Got into a lot of trouble when she was younger, then she had the baby. Poor little thing is a bit sickly you know? The Dad ran off and her brother’s no help. But she’s getting on.”
“And you help her,” replied the Doctor nodding.
“She’s a good kid,” answered Andy. “You were good with the baby.”
The Doctor frowned. “Why ‘the baby’, doesn’t the child have a name?”
Andy chuckled, “She’s called Daphne. But she’s been ‘the baby’ ever since she was born. She’ll probably be ‘the baby’ all her life, poor sod. Do you have kids?”
“I used to,” replied the Doctor, face and voice carefully blank. Which was a hell of a shock, Andy had gotten used to the constant animation.
“What happened?” asked Andy as they reached the TARDIS.
“There was a war,” replied the Doctor. “I can manage from here. Thank you for the help,”
The Doctor turned towards the blue box. “That’s it!” exclaimed Andy. “You drag me out in the middle of the night and now you’re cutting me loose? What about the suspect?”
“Go home PC Andy,” said the Doctor gently. “Maybe I should just stop taking people from where they belong.”
He slipped through the door of the phone box; Andy looked but the door didn’t open wide enough for him to see inside. He stood for several minutes in the Cardiff drizzle. As he turned to go home he shouted, “If you dislike Torchwood so much you might wanna stop acting like them.”
**
Andy got home and collapsed on his sofa. He looked over at the clock. Nearly five am; on top it all off he had to be at work in two hours. He groaned and tried to will himself off the sofa and into the shower.
He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. Ever since he was a kid he’d been trailing the cool kids around. It seemed he was still doing it as an adult: Gwen, Torchwood, this Doctor person. It always ended up with him getting left behind. It seemed he could never run fast enough to keep up.
There was a warm pressure on his lap he opened his eyes to see next-door’s cat looking at him speculatively. Andy reached over to stroke him and he sniffed at Andy’s hand.
“So are you a shape shifting alien who steals screwdrivers then?” asked Andy with a weak chuckle.
The cat stretched and in some trick of the light his back seemed to get longer. And longer. Suddenly he was much heavier and Andy found his legs pinned. There was a noise like bones popping out of joints. The creature seemed to yawn and his face changed. Andy found himself staring into much more human looking eyes.
“Yes, actually,” replied the Jorgardian pointing a slender metal tube with a glowing blue tip at Andy’s head.