Doctor on board 5/15
Title: Doctor on Board 5/15
Author: tiwtin
Pairing: John Watson/ Martin Crieff
Fandom: Cabin Pressure x Sherlock
Rating: 13?
Beta: Lady_t_220 Thank you!
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it.
Summary: Written in response this prompt for a Martin/John fic but more so in response to a stunning fill by theimprobable1 which can be found here, which tore out my heart. I started writing a happy-ending John/Martin before she continue on her fic and made it all better for Martin with an OMC (which I adored), but I still needed a happy ending for our Doctor and Pilot.
Warning - Cheese and tooth-aching fluff
Chapter 5 - The yellow button
"Just invite him up here, Martin!" Douglas said with exasperation and a roll of his eyes.
"But wouldn't that seem weird? He's already been in the flight-deck."
"Yes, but I would presume he was rather concentrating on the vomity-emergency-patient rather than the cool view, flashing knobs and dapper uniform," Douglas explained with his usual dry tone.
Martin pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and glanced around the cockpit. It did seem quite respectable today, no orchids, strips of sliced meat or citrus fruit to be seen anywhere.
"And I'll even find a reason to transfer control to you and leave you in peace with him so you can flirt... Or whatever is it Martin Crieff does to attract a mate."
"But that's just it, Douglas! What do I say? You flirt like it's second nature, I... I..."
"Smile goofily then vomit on his shoes?" Douglas finished for him.
"Exactly!"
"It's worked so far hasn't it? I saw how he looked at you when he got on-board. Maybe he has some odd body-fluid kink - he did choose medicine after all; I did meet some odd ones in medical school... But if you're going to try that again, at least put a towel down." Douglas pressed the intercom switch and Arthur's cheery greeting filled the flight deck. "Arthur, would you invite the good doctor up to flight deck for Martin?"
"Will do!" Arthur called out happily and before the beep signal had even ended he'd already dashed off to complete his new task.
"Douglas!" Martin hissed. "What do I do now?"
"Martin," Douglas said in exasperation. "You spent an entire night in his company, stuttered and fumbled through every sentence I've heard you utter to him and, as you pointed out, emptied the contents of your stomach onto him. I think you might have actually found one that's beyond scarring off... And I dread to think what that means about the other people in his life."
At that moment the flight-deck door opened and John appeared, Arthur herding him forward.
"Ah, welcome, Doctor, and may I say - nice trainers," Douglas said with his usual enigmatic smile.
"Why thank you," John said with a grin. "I did bring shoes on this trip, but got rather 'sick' of them and threw them 'up'... Or rather 'out'."
Martin groaned, embarrassment and guilt flashing across his face. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry!"
Douglas grinned broadly. The man didn't seem above a bit of Martin-teasing, and sometimes that was the only thing that brought the young captain out of his shell.
"Well, you'll just have to make it up to me some other way," John said, grinning at the flustered captain. "How about telling me what all the buttons do?"
"And as I already know what all the buttons do," Douglas started, "Even the little yellow one over there that Martin isn't sure about, I'll go and harangue the Camembert from Arthur... One good thing about the food poisoning was that we seem to have scared our CEO into providing edible food on every flight, even when she's not aboard... Not aboard to snaffle the Camembert! Martin, you have control!"
"I have control!" Martin stuttered automatically. "And I know what the yellow switch does!" he yelled at Douglas as he passed John with a grin.
"By all means, take my seat, Doctor," Douglas said before scarpering into the cabin.
"May I?" John asked, pointing to the First Officer's seat.
Martin looked adorably flustered, and John really wouldn't have minded either way, it did seem a breach of regulations, but then Martin give a little smile. "The CAA doesn't approve, but as long as you don't touch anything, I guess... And I do owe you a favour."
John slid into Douglas' seat with a large grin, careful not to touch anything.
"This is cool," John said, unable to hold back.
"Really? You really think so?"
"God, yes, I feel like a big kid sat here... I feel like I should be wearing aviators," John commented, eyes scanning the expanse of the control panel with genuine interest.
"Take it from me, they're not worth the ridicule from the rest of the flight crew," Martin muttered.
"Ha, Douglas I take it? He seems very fond of you," John said, gauging Martin's response.
"How did you guess? And fond? Not so sure about that."
"You didn't see him when you were lying unconscious on the floor... I mean, he was doing the whole competent-in control-pilot thing, but he was terribly concerned about you. I though maybe..."
"Maybe what?" Martin asked confused.
"You and he..."
"Ha! Oh, God no. He's not fussy, but his dating rules are 1: Breathing, and 2: Female, with the one notable exception of the Thai-airways stewardess that turned out to be a steward just as the last article of lingerie was removed. Carolyn and I still reminisce about the piercing scream we heard across the hotel hallway. "
John laughed and Martin smiled, happy he was managing to keep John entertained, even if it was talking about Douglas.
"But no... We're close friends now I suppose, we've spent enough time in this flight-deck together to know each other well, but purely in a platonic sense," Martin continued, pleased to see John seemed happy with the answer.
There was a small, but comfortable pause in conversation before Martin spoke again. "He's lying, you know... And well, so was I. Neither of us knows what the yellow button does. It's one of G-ERTI's little oddities. According to the specs it shouldn't be there and every time we ask our ground crew they make something up. Last time we asked they said it was a First Officer ejection button... I liked that answer so I've never asked again."
John's answering laugh was interrupted by Arthur bringing in the ransacked remains of the cheese tray, which Martin gallantly shared with his guest.
~oOo~
"Well, thanks for letting me into the flight-deck, that was fun," John said at the bottom of G-ERTI's steps.
"It was," Martin agreed, blushing red. "And thank you for saving my life and everything... And sorry about the shoes, I'm umm... Sorry about the trouble I caused you and ummm..." Oh, God, twenty minutes ago they'd been laughing and joking easily over the state of in-flight catering, but now he was suddenly tongue-tied.
"I... I... Erm...I..." Martin stuttered on.
"Martin!" a familiar voice called out, and he turned his flushed face to see Carolyn approach them.
"All well again I see?" She asked, and turned to John thinking him just another passenger.
"Thank you for flying MJN Air," Carolyn said, giving John a brisk handshake and then looking at Martin as though he was being rude.
"Ah, yes... Ummm, thank you for flying with us," Martin stuttered jutting out his hand formally.
John accepted the handshake with a forced smile before turning to leave. And as Carolyn caught Martin’s arm and turned him, interrogating him about what exactly Arthur had done, he looked back over his shoulder to see John cast him a last look as he entered the terminal building.
~oOo~
"What are you looking so depressed about? You've had flirting and cheese, this is a good day for you," Douglas said as he looked back over his shoulder at Martin leaning against the flight-deck door frame.
"Urghh, I went to pieces at the last minute - I fluffed it completely! And then Carolyn turned up and..." Martin whimpered, sliding back into his seat despite the fact they weren't going anywhere.
Douglas flipped a few last switches to shut down power in the galley and then looked at his beleaguered captain.
"Martin, tell me you asked him for his number!"
Martin groaned and let his head bang against the yoke.
"Oh, Martin," Douglas said with a shake of his head. "Just when I start to think there's hope for you..."
Chapter 6 - No one is ‘Just in Fitton’
Author: tiwtin
Pairing: John Watson/ Martin Crieff
Fandom: Cabin Pressure x Sherlock
Rating: 13?
Beta: Lady_t_220 Thank you!
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it.
Summary: Written in response this prompt for a Martin/John fic but more so in response to a stunning fill by theimprobable1 which can be found here, which tore out my heart. I started writing a happy-ending John/Martin before she continue on her fic and made it all better for Martin with an OMC (which I adored), but I still needed a happy ending for our Doctor and Pilot.
Warning - Cheese and tooth-aching fluff
Chapter 5 - The yellow button
"Just invite him up here, Martin!" Douglas said with exasperation and a roll of his eyes.
"But wouldn't that seem weird? He's already been in the flight-deck."
"Yes, but I would presume he was rather concentrating on the vomity-emergency-patient rather than the cool view, flashing knobs and dapper uniform," Douglas explained with his usual dry tone.
Martin pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and glanced around the cockpit. It did seem quite respectable today, no orchids, strips of sliced meat or citrus fruit to be seen anywhere.
"And I'll even find a reason to transfer control to you and leave you in peace with him so you can flirt... Or whatever is it Martin Crieff does to attract a mate."
"But that's just it, Douglas! What do I say? You flirt like it's second nature, I... I..."
"Smile goofily then vomit on his shoes?" Douglas finished for him.
"Exactly!"
"It's worked so far hasn't it? I saw how he looked at you when he got on-board. Maybe he has some odd body-fluid kink - he did choose medicine after all; I did meet some odd ones in medical school... But if you're going to try that again, at least put a towel down." Douglas pressed the intercom switch and Arthur's cheery greeting filled the flight deck. "Arthur, would you invite the good doctor up to flight deck for Martin?"
"Will do!" Arthur called out happily and before the beep signal had even ended he'd already dashed off to complete his new task.
"Douglas!" Martin hissed. "What do I do now?"
"Martin," Douglas said in exasperation. "You spent an entire night in his company, stuttered and fumbled through every sentence I've heard you utter to him and, as you pointed out, emptied the contents of your stomach onto him. I think you might have actually found one that's beyond scarring off... And I dread to think what that means about the other people in his life."
At that moment the flight-deck door opened and John appeared, Arthur herding him forward.
"Ah, welcome, Doctor, and may I say - nice trainers," Douglas said with his usual enigmatic smile.
"Why thank you," John said with a grin. "I did bring shoes on this trip, but got rather 'sick' of them and threw them 'up'... Or rather 'out'."
Martin groaned, embarrassment and guilt flashing across his face. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry!"
Douglas grinned broadly. The man didn't seem above a bit of Martin-teasing, and sometimes that was the only thing that brought the young captain out of his shell.
"Well, you'll just have to make it up to me some other way," John said, grinning at the flustered captain. "How about telling me what all the buttons do?"
"And as I already know what all the buttons do," Douglas started, "Even the little yellow one over there that Martin isn't sure about, I'll go and harangue the Camembert from Arthur... One good thing about the food poisoning was that we seem to have scared our CEO into providing edible food on every flight, even when she's not aboard... Not aboard to snaffle the Camembert! Martin, you have control!"
"I have control!" Martin stuttered automatically. "And I know what the yellow switch does!" he yelled at Douglas as he passed John with a grin.
"By all means, take my seat, Doctor," Douglas said before scarpering into the cabin.
"May I?" John asked, pointing to the First Officer's seat.
Martin looked adorably flustered, and John really wouldn't have minded either way, it did seem a breach of regulations, but then Martin give a little smile. "The CAA doesn't approve, but as long as you don't touch anything, I guess... And I do owe you a favour."
John slid into Douglas' seat with a large grin, careful not to touch anything.
"This is cool," John said, unable to hold back.
"Really? You really think so?"
"God, yes, I feel like a big kid sat here... I feel like I should be wearing aviators," John commented, eyes scanning the expanse of the control panel with genuine interest.
"Take it from me, they're not worth the ridicule from the rest of the flight crew," Martin muttered.
"Ha, Douglas I take it? He seems very fond of you," John said, gauging Martin's response.
"How did you guess? And fond? Not so sure about that."
"You didn't see him when you were lying unconscious on the floor... I mean, he was doing the whole competent-in control-pilot thing, but he was terribly concerned about you. I though maybe..."
"Maybe what?" Martin asked confused.
"You and he..."
"Ha! Oh, God no. He's not fussy, but his dating rules are 1: Breathing, and 2: Female, with the one notable exception of the Thai-airways stewardess that turned out to be a steward just as the last article of lingerie was removed. Carolyn and I still reminisce about the piercing scream we heard across the hotel hallway. "
John laughed and Martin smiled, happy he was managing to keep John entertained, even if it was talking about Douglas.
"But no... We're close friends now I suppose, we've spent enough time in this flight-deck together to know each other well, but purely in a platonic sense," Martin continued, pleased to see John seemed happy with the answer.
There was a small, but comfortable pause in conversation before Martin spoke again. "He's lying, you know... And well, so was I. Neither of us knows what the yellow button does. It's one of G-ERTI's little oddities. According to the specs it shouldn't be there and every time we ask our ground crew they make something up. Last time we asked they said it was a First Officer ejection button... I liked that answer so I've never asked again."
John's answering laugh was interrupted by Arthur bringing in the ransacked remains of the cheese tray, which Martin gallantly shared with his guest.
~oOo~
"Well, thanks for letting me into the flight-deck, that was fun," John said at the bottom of G-ERTI's steps.
"It was," Martin agreed, blushing red. "And thank you for saving my life and everything... And sorry about the shoes, I'm umm... Sorry about the trouble I caused you and ummm..." Oh, God, twenty minutes ago they'd been laughing and joking easily over the state of in-flight catering, but now he was suddenly tongue-tied.
"I... I... Erm...I..." Martin stuttered on.
"Martin!" a familiar voice called out, and he turned his flushed face to see Carolyn approach them.
"All well again I see?" She asked, and turned to John thinking him just another passenger.
"Thank you for flying MJN Air," Carolyn said, giving John a brisk handshake and then looking at Martin as though he was being rude.
"Ah, yes... Ummm, thank you for flying with us," Martin stuttered jutting out his hand formally.
John accepted the handshake with a forced smile before turning to leave. And as Carolyn caught Martin’s arm and turned him, interrogating him about what exactly Arthur had done, he looked back over his shoulder to see John cast him a last look as he entered the terminal building.
~oOo~
"What are you looking so depressed about? You've had flirting and cheese, this is a good day for you," Douglas said as he looked back over his shoulder at Martin leaning against the flight-deck door frame.
"Urghh, I went to pieces at the last minute - I fluffed it completely! And then Carolyn turned up and..." Martin whimpered, sliding back into his seat despite the fact they weren't going anywhere.
Douglas flipped a few last switches to shut down power in the galley and then looked at his beleaguered captain.
"Martin, tell me you asked him for his number!"
Martin groaned and let his head bang against the yoke.
"Oh, Martin," Douglas said with a shake of his head. "Just when I start to think there's hope for you..."
Chapter 6 - No one is ‘Just in Fitton’