Doctor on board 9/15
Title: Doctor on Board 9/15
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 9 - ‘STOP THE CAR!'
"Ready, Birthday boy?" John asked when Martin answered the door.
"Umm, yes," Martin replied with a bright smile. He'd actually been ready for two hours, changed his clothes nine times in the two hours preceding that, and rang Douglas with the plea of 'Talk to me about checklists, Douglas, I need calming down!"
"Come on, then. You're pressie is in the car," John said beckoning Martin down to a very new looking black Land Rover Defender parked the kerb.
After another tease - "Okay, I lied, you're pressie is actually at our destination," - John and Martin chatted as John drove them through the countryside.
"Any luck with your window cleaners?" Martin asked.
"Oh, yes! It was the local vicar... Quite the scandal. I posted the whole thing on my blog."
"You have a blog?" Martin asked, confused.
"Yes, about the cases Sherlock and I take. Sherlock has his own, but it can be a bit, erm... dull," John said, noticing Martin's attention had been taken by something outside the car. John looked at what had just come into view and smiled.
"It can't be..." Martin said as they approached the Airforce base. "It... It's.... Please....Stop the car, STOP THE CAR!"
John, still smiling, did as he had be asked, stopping at the side of the road, about twenty meters from the entrance to Brize Norton Airforce base.
Martin snatched at the door handle and flung himself out of the car and towards the mesh that kept people like him out of the base. His fingers were fisted into the wire as John negotiated the muddy grass verge with a little more care.
"It's a Mk IIa Supermarine!" Martin cried, eyes fixed on the Spitfire that stood majestically in front of one of the base’s hangars. A little further along, John watched as another car pulled up and a man got out with a little boy to take a photo of the aircraft.
"So it is," John said, pursing his lips to hide a smile. "I recognise it from the Airfix kit."
"Every pilot’s dream..." Martin murmured, staring at the plane longingly. "Do you realise, that's the P7350... The last surviving Spitfire from the Battle of Britain! We’re so lucky to see it."
John left a pregnant pause before speaking again. "Well, we'd better be off."
"Oh, God, yes, sorry," Martin said looking across at John. He looked back at the iconic fighter and then fished out his mobile phone, wishing dearly he'd spent the extra on the model with the better camera. He clicked a shot and then turned back to John.
"Right, sorry about that... Got a bit carried away. Ready now."
John nodded and licked his lips to keep the smile from forming.
Back in the Land Rover Martin was silent as John started up the vehicle, his eyes fixed immovably on the sight of the Spitfire... Right up until the moment John turned the vehicle into the Airforce base twenty meters later.
"John?" Martin asked nervously, as they were waved by security on sight.
John grinned openly now, pulling on the hand break and jumping out of the car to greet the Airforce Officer who had come to meet them.
"Dr Watson," Martin heard John say in greeting, shaking the officer's hand. Martin got out of the Land Rover to join them, confused.
"Group Captain Geoffrey Peters. Pleased to meet you. And you," the officer said, turning to Martin and extending his hand, "must be Captain Crieff, who'll be flying our Spitfire today."
Chapter 10 - Spiderman
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 9 - ‘STOP THE CAR!'
"Ready, Birthday boy?" John asked when Martin answered the door.
"Umm, yes," Martin replied with a bright smile. He'd actually been ready for two hours, changed his clothes nine times in the two hours preceding that, and rang Douglas with the plea of 'Talk to me about checklists, Douglas, I need calming down!"
"Come on, then. You're pressie is in the car," John said beckoning Martin down to a very new looking black Land Rover Defender parked the kerb.
After another tease - "Okay, I lied, you're pressie is actually at our destination," - John and Martin chatted as John drove them through the countryside.
"Any luck with your window cleaners?" Martin asked.
"Oh, yes! It was the local vicar... Quite the scandal. I posted the whole thing on my blog."
"You have a blog?" Martin asked, confused.
"Yes, about the cases Sherlock and I take. Sherlock has his own, but it can be a bit, erm... dull," John said, noticing Martin's attention had been taken by something outside the car. John looked at what had just come into view and smiled.
"It can't be..." Martin said as they approached the Airforce base. "It... It's.... Please....Stop the car, STOP THE CAR!"
John, still smiling, did as he had be asked, stopping at the side of the road, about twenty meters from the entrance to Brize Norton Airforce base.
Martin snatched at the door handle and flung himself out of the car and towards the mesh that kept people like him out of the base. His fingers were fisted into the wire as John negotiated the muddy grass verge with a little more care.
"It's a Mk IIa Supermarine!" Martin cried, eyes fixed on the Spitfire that stood majestically in front of one of the base’s hangars. A little further along, John watched as another car pulled up and a man got out with a little boy to take a photo of the aircraft.
"So it is," John said, pursing his lips to hide a smile. "I recognise it from the Airfix kit."
"Every pilot’s dream..." Martin murmured, staring at the plane longingly. "Do you realise, that's the P7350... The last surviving Spitfire from the Battle of Britain! We’re so lucky to see it."
John left a pregnant pause before speaking again. "Well, we'd better be off."
"Oh, God, yes, sorry," Martin said looking across at John. He looked back at the iconic fighter and then fished out his mobile phone, wishing dearly he'd spent the extra on the model with the better camera. He clicked a shot and then turned back to John.
"Right, sorry about that... Got a bit carried away. Ready now."
John nodded and licked his lips to keep the smile from forming.
Back in the Land Rover Martin was silent as John started up the vehicle, his eyes fixed immovably on the sight of the Spitfire... Right up until the moment John turned the vehicle into the Airforce base twenty meters later.
"John?" Martin asked nervously, as they were waved by security on sight.
John grinned openly now, pulling on the hand break and jumping out of the car to greet the Airforce Officer who had come to meet them.
"Dr Watson," Martin heard John say in greeting, shaking the officer's hand. Martin got out of the Land Rover to join them, confused.
"Group Captain Geoffrey Peters. Pleased to meet you. And you," the officer said, turning to Martin and extending his hand, "must be Captain Crieff, who'll be flying our Spitfire today."
Chapter 10 - Spiderman