The Lost Ones
Name: aeryes
Fandoms: Glee, Whoverse
Story Title: The Lost Ones
Character/Relationships: Sue Sylvester, the Doctor
Rating: PG
Warnings: No warnings.
Dear Diary, I am growing ever more despondent. My plan to return home was going rather well, having been promoted to Colonel faster than anyone before, but this war is really making a mess of it. I'll turn it to my advantage though, Diary, as I've been put in charge of a front-line base. Planning and putting into effect good offensives will make sure my next promotion is just as quick. Two or three more and I'll have clearance for the kinds of projects that could get me back to my Earth. I am homesick, Diary, and I miss Jean. I've put plenty of money into the facility she is at, and I'm sure they're taking good care of her, but I will see her again, and nothing will stand in my way.
Nothing new happened today as the Empire's forces near us are having problems holding their line. Useless idiots. Speaking of, I've been informed of two more soldiers arriving tomorrow. I'll have to make sure they're up to par. These babies' form was worse than a Cheerio's back when I took command.
It was 3a.m. when a whirring sound broke the silence of the base a short distance away from Colonel Sylvester's quarters and woke her from her rather pleasant dream of shaving Will Schuster's wild hair completely off as his protests were muffled by a gag.
The TARDIS appeared in a clearing, and doors bursting open, the Doctor strolled out, eyes closed, mid-sentence; “... is the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire, Earth at its finest.” He stopped, stood there for a few moments, then opened his eyes. “This isn't Earth! Well, let's see where and when we are then …”
Colonel Sue Sylvester wasted no time; still in her pyjamas she put on some boots and grabbed the gun she now kept under her pillow. The enemy was in one of their down-phases, there was no explanation for the sound she had heard. This warranted investigation.
“... even get the time right. Two centuries too late! Should be a human colony here though, not far either. Oh, some lights there.”
The intruder seemed to be talking to himself, out loud. Sue was, by this point, behind a tree, listening and observing. The man was fairly tall, with a long coat and hair as wild as one might expect of Schuester. Worse yet, he wasn't making any sense.
“Are you going to just stand there and listen to me talk to myself?”
Sue was taken aback, but took action; she stepped out and levelled her gun at him.
“Halt!”
“I'm halting, I'm halting.” On his face was a grin not befitting his situation.
How dare he not tremble before a gun wielded by the legendary Colonel Sue Sylvester, jammies or no jammies.
“Identify yourself.”
“I'm the Doctor.” The man slowly reached into his ridiculously long coat, taking out some documents. “See?”
Sue took a look at the offered ID, which showed the following:
The Doctor
Time-and-space-travelling member of the Time Lord race
Currently slightly lost
“Aside from the weasel-face, you look like a human. And why do you have a family of dead hedgehogs on your head?”
“Oi, I have great hair!” he shot back, his hands going to his hair instinctively. “And could you put that thing away? You might hurt someone,” he went on, seemingly oblivious to the possibility of being shot. A split-second later, he tilted his head, looking intently at her, like there was something strange about her that he just noticed.
“Now listen here, you vapidly grinning porcupine. You will tell me exactly who you are, why you are here, and why you are looking at me like that.”
The Doctor's grin faded, his face taking on a more somber, sympathetic look. “You're not from here, are you?”
Sue stopped pointing the gun at the Doctor’s head, crossing her arms over her chest. “Keep talking.”
Fandoms: Glee, Whoverse
Story Title: The Lost Ones
Character/Relationships: Sue Sylvester, the Doctor
Rating: PG
Warnings: No warnings.
Dear Diary, I am growing ever more despondent. My plan to return home was going rather well, having been promoted to Colonel faster than anyone before, but this war is really making a mess of it. I'll turn it to my advantage though, Diary, as I've been put in charge of a front-line base. Planning and putting into effect good offensives will make sure my next promotion is just as quick. Two or three more and I'll have clearance for the kinds of projects that could get me back to my Earth. I am homesick, Diary, and I miss Jean. I've put plenty of money into the facility she is at, and I'm sure they're taking good care of her, but I will see her again, and nothing will stand in my way.
Nothing new happened today as the Empire's forces near us are having problems holding their line. Useless idiots. Speaking of, I've been informed of two more soldiers arriving tomorrow. I'll have to make sure they're up to par. These babies' form was worse than a Cheerio's back when I took command.
It was 3a.m. when a whirring sound broke the silence of the base a short distance away from Colonel Sylvester's quarters and woke her from her rather pleasant dream of shaving Will Schuster's wild hair completely off as his protests were muffled by a gag.
The TARDIS appeared in a clearing, and doors bursting open, the Doctor strolled out, eyes closed, mid-sentence; “... is the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire, Earth at its finest.” He stopped, stood there for a few moments, then opened his eyes. “This isn't Earth! Well, let's see where and when we are then …”
Colonel Sue Sylvester wasted no time; still in her pyjamas she put on some boots and grabbed the gun she now kept under her pillow. The enemy was in one of their down-phases, there was no explanation for the sound she had heard. This warranted investigation.
“... even get the time right. Two centuries too late! Should be a human colony here though, not far either. Oh, some lights there.”
The intruder seemed to be talking to himself, out loud. Sue was, by this point, behind a tree, listening and observing. The man was fairly tall, with a long coat and hair as wild as one might expect of Schuester. Worse yet, he wasn't making any sense.
“Are you going to just stand there and listen to me talk to myself?”
Sue was taken aback, but took action; she stepped out and levelled her gun at him.
“Halt!”
“I'm halting, I'm halting.” On his face was a grin not befitting his situation.
How dare he not tremble before a gun wielded by the legendary Colonel Sue Sylvester, jammies or no jammies.
“Identify yourself.”
“I'm the Doctor.” The man slowly reached into his ridiculously long coat, taking out some documents. “See?”
Sue took a look at the offered ID, which showed the following:
The Doctor
Time-and-space-travelling member of the Time Lord race
Currently slightly lost
“Aside from the weasel-face, you look like a human. And why do you have a family of dead hedgehogs on your head?”
“Oi, I have great hair!” he shot back, his hands going to his hair instinctively. “And could you put that thing away? You might hurt someone,” he went on, seemingly oblivious to the possibility of being shot. A split-second later, he tilted his head, looking intently at her, like there was something strange about her that he just noticed.
“Now listen here, you vapidly grinning porcupine. You will tell me exactly who you are, why you are here, and why you are looking at me like that.”
The Doctor's grin faded, his face taking on a more somber, sympathetic look. “You're not from here, are you?”
Sue stopped pointing the gun at the Doctor’s head, crossing her arms over her chest. “Keep talking.”