Ficlet: The Sheriff Stole My Police Box!
Title: The Sheriff Stole My Police Box!
Author: omteddy2006
Rating: G
Word Count: 770
Characters: Allan, the Doctor, Guy, the Sheriff
Disclaimer: I don't own Robin Hood or Dr. Who. And if I did, I would probably still owe money on both...
Summary: Allan helps The Doctor in Nottingham Castle.
Author's note: I've been wondering when my Allan muse was going to pay me a visit this Intercomm. I still am. I have no idea where THIS came from... My first Dr. Who/Robin Hood crossover... I just thought of it this evening, wrote it, edited it once, and here it is. It didn't seem like the type of story that was going to benefit from over-analysis! All mistakes (of which I am sure there are many) are mine.
After several months in the castle, Allan A' Dale had perfected the art of looking like he had somewhere else to be. He had rounded the corner on what was his fourth lap of the west tower passageways when he spied a tall figure wearing a dark cloak slip into the shadows just ahead. Allan quickened his pace thinking that it must be one of the outlaws.
The figure stopped and Allan quickly closed the gap. The cloaked man was peering into a dimly lit room. Allan cleared his throat theatrically and waited. When the man turned, Allan was surprised to see that it was not one of the outlaws, but someone he had never before seen.
The stranger, however, was completely nonplussed. "Oh, hullo. And who might you be?"
"I might be the sheriff of Nottingham, but I'm not. Who're you?" Allan asked the strangely-attired man with the even stranger attitude.
"Better for you that you're not the sheriff" the stranger replied solemnly. Then, producing a wallet from inside his coat, he claimed to be the "Chief Inspector of Masonry."
"I can't read that," Allan retorted gruffly.
"Really? It usually works. Basic psychic technology..."
"Basic what?"
The stranger appeared to study Allan rather critically, like he was performing an assessment. Allan was subject to plenty of scrutiny in the castle and did not need any more of it from this string bean of a man. "Look, mate. You still haven't told me yer name and unnamed, suspicious blokes are not generally welcomed here in Nottingham Castle. Tell me yer name and yer business or it's off to see the sheriff."
"I'm The Doctor."
"That's not a name, mate."
"I'm afraid it'll have to do."
Something in the man's tone told Allan he was not going to get any more from him so Allan changed tactics. "What are you doing in the castle?"
"I'm looking for something," The Doctor replied. Then, he added, "All of these corridors look alike. How do you keep from getting lost?"
"Staying 'lost' around here is actually a specialty of mine," Allan quipped. "Say, are looking to find something or avoid something?"
The Doctor smirked. "What an oddly relevant question, Mr...."
"Allan A' Dale. Just Allan will do. And, it's a very relevant question around here. So, what is it?"
"A little of both actually. I am searching for my way out of here and trying to avoid a rather tall man clad in leather and brandishing a sword who I managed to upset earlier."
"Welcome to my life," Allan said sarcastically. "I can get you out of the castle."
"Ah, well. I need something that is in the castle...somewhere... You haven't seen a big blue box by any chance?"
"You wouldn't believe the things that I've seen come and go in this place," Allan replied," but none of 'em came in blue boxes."
"You couldn't have missed this one."
The Doctor and Allan were silent a moment. Then, Allan said, "You never said what you were really doing here in the castle. What kind of doctor are you?"
"Well, I just travel around and try to...fix things that aren't quite right."
"Plenty of work for you here then," Allan joked.
"Quite! You know that Nightwatchman is an interesting..." The Doctor's thought was interrupted by a loud cry.
"YOU!"
"Oops. Gotta run!" The Doctor took off like a rabbit. His long strides took him halfway down the corridor in mere seconds.
"Allan! What are you doing with that man? Stop him!" Gisbourne bellowed.
Allan just turned and ran after The Doctor, catching up with him after a couple of turns.
"What? Why are you following me?"
Allan gasped, "Giz is easier to deal with when he's given up the chase and is a bit winded. I'll say I was trying to stop you, but you got away."
The Doctor and Allan both struggled to catch their breaths. "I've got to find the TARDIS."
"The what?"
"Big…blue box..."
"We should try lookin' in..." This time, it was Allan's thought that was interrupted.
"YOU! And YOU!" the sheriff bellowed. "Get them," he ordered the guards.
Allan and The Doctor began running again.
The TARDIS has to be somewhere close, The Doctor thought. He had given up any hope of rectifying the problems in twelfth century Nottingham and was eager to leave in his ship. But, every time he felt he was closing in on her whereabouts, he ran into either the sheriff or this Gisbourne fellow. Unlike the TARDIS, Nottingham Castle was apparently a lot smaller on the inside than it appeared to be on the outside!
Author: omteddy2006
Rating: G
Word Count: 770
Characters: Allan, the Doctor, Guy, the Sheriff
Disclaimer: I don't own Robin Hood or Dr. Who. And if I did, I would probably still owe money on both...
Summary: Allan helps The Doctor in Nottingham Castle.
Author's note: I've been wondering when my Allan muse was going to pay me a visit this Intercomm. I still am. I have no idea where THIS came from... My first Dr. Who/Robin Hood crossover... I just thought of it this evening, wrote it, edited it once, and here it is. It didn't seem like the type of story that was going to benefit from over-analysis! All mistakes (of which I am sure there are many) are mine.
After several months in the castle, Allan A' Dale had perfected the art of looking like he had somewhere else to be. He had rounded the corner on what was his fourth lap of the west tower passageways when he spied a tall figure wearing a dark cloak slip into the shadows just ahead. Allan quickened his pace thinking that it must be one of the outlaws.
The figure stopped and Allan quickly closed the gap. The cloaked man was peering into a dimly lit room. Allan cleared his throat theatrically and waited. When the man turned, Allan was surprised to see that it was not one of the outlaws, but someone he had never before seen.
The stranger, however, was completely nonplussed. "Oh, hullo. And who might you be?"
"I might be the sheriff of Nottingham, but I'm not. Who're you?" Allan asked the strangely-attired man with the even stranger attitude.
"Better for you that you're not the sheriff" the stranger replied solemnly. Then, producing a wallet from inside his coat, he claimed to be the "Chief Inspector of Masonry."
"I can't read that," Allan retorted gruffly.
"Really? It usually works. Basic psychic technology..."
"Basic what?"
The stranger appeared to study Allan rather critically, like he was performing an assessment. Allan was subject to plenty of scrutiny in the castle and did not need any more of it from this string bean of a man. "Look, mate. You still haven't told me yer name and unnamed, suspicious blokes are not generally welcomed here in Nottingham Castle. Tell me yer name and yer business or it's off to see the sheriff."
"I'm The Doctor."
"That's not a name, mate."
"I'm afraid it'll have to do."
Something in the man's tone told Allan he was not going to get any more from him so Allan changed tactics. "What are you doing in the castle?"
"I'm looking for something," The Doctor replied. Then, he added, "All of these corridors look alike. How do you keep from getting lost?"
"Staying 'lost' around here is actually a specialty of mine," Allan quipped. "Say, are looking to find something or avoid something?"
The Doctor smirked. "What an oddly relevant question, Mr...."
"Allan A' Dale. Just Allan will do. And, it's a very relevant question around here. So, what is it?"
"A little of both actually. I am searching for my way out of here and trying to avoid a rather tall man clad in leather and brandishing a sword who I managed to upset earlier."
"Welcome to my life," Allan said sarcastically. "I can get you out of the castle."
"Ah, well. I need something that is in the castle...somewhere... You haven't seen a big blue box by any chance?"
"You wouldn't believe the things that I've seen come and go in this place," Allan replied," but none of 'em came in blue boxes."
"You couldn't have missed this one."
The Doctor and Allan were silent a moment. Then, Allan said, "You never said what you were really doing here in the castle. What kind of doctor are you?"
"Well, I just travel around and try to...fix things that aren't quite right."
"Plenty of work for you here then," Allan joked.
"Quite! You know that Nightwatchman is an interesting..." The Doctor's thought was interrupted by a loud cry.
"YOU!"
"Oops. Gotta run!" The Doctor took off like a rabbit. His long strides took him halfway down the corridor in mere seconds.
"Allan! What are you doing with that man? Stop him!" Gisbourne bellowed.
Allan just turned and ran after The Doctor, catching up with him after a couple of turns.
"What? Why are you following me?"
Allan gasped, "Giz is easier to deal with when he's given up the chase and is a bit winded. I'll say I was trying to stop you, but you got away."
The Doctor and Allan both struggled to catch their breaths. "I've got to find the TARDIS."
"The what?"
"Big…blue box..."
"We should try lookin' in..." This time, it was Allan's thought that was interrupted.
"YOU! And YOU!" the sheriff bellowed. "Get them," he ordered the guards.
Allan and The Doctor began running again.
The TARDIS has to be somewhere close, The Doctor thought. He had given up any hope of rectifying the problems in twelfth century Nottingham and was eager to leave in his ship. But, every time he felt he was closing in on her whereabouts, he ran into either the sheriff or this Gisbourne fellow. Unlike the TARDIS, Nottingham Castle was apparently a lot smaller on the inside than it appeared to be on the outside!