DW fic: Gone in 60 Seconds Again 10/?
Title: Gone in Sixty Seconds Again.
Summery: In which the Ninth Doctor is mistaken for that guy in Gone in 60 Seconds
Fandom: Doctor Who xover with Gone in 60 seconds
Characters: Doctor Who: 9th Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, the TARDIS
GI60S: Memphis Raines, Sara 'Sway' Wayland, The Sphinx, Toby, Jessie and a bunch of bad guys with guns and kick ass cars!
Rating: Gen, romance, some swearing, guns, and Grand Theft Auto.
Spoilers: This story takes place in Doctor Who new series, season on,e after "The Doctor Dances,” and before “Boomtown”.
This story has nothing to do with the lame sequel to Gone In 60 Seconds. Trust me, it was awful.
A huge and I huge thank you to pumpkinqueen144 for the wonder beta reading job. All remaining mistakes are my own.
Feedback is always welcome!
Rose slowly swam towards consciousness. She cracked open an eye and stared blurrily at the alarm clock. It was eight o’clock in the morning. Yawning, she got out of bed, stumbled over to the window and pulled the curtain back. The window was streaked with rain and the Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Area were hidden by a thick blanket of fog. Rose went right back to bed and was sound asleep in two minutes.
“Good morning sleepy head,” Jack greeted cheerfully when Rose came downstairs two and a half hours later. He gave Rose a cup of tea which she took gratefully. Rose helped herself to breakfast and looked around with a frown when she realized that her favorite Time Lord was no where to be found.
“Where’s the Doctor?” Rose asked before taking a bite of her bagel with cream cheese.
“Right here,” the Doctor replied stepping out of the TARDIS. He sat down and accepted a cup of coffee from Jack and snagged a slice of cantaloupe from Rose’s plate. There was a faint frown on the Doctor’s face while he chewed his piece of cantaloupe.
“What’s wrong?” Jack demanded in a worried voice and Rose look at the TARDIS and then the Doctor, the concern visible in her brown eyes.
“The old girl is starting to run low on energy that’s all. She hasn’t had a proper tune up since the Time War,” the Doctor broke off for a few seconds, the pain clearly visible in his blue eyes, then continued in a low voice, “and she’s starting to feel her age. We need to take her to Cardiff to refuel after we’ve replaced the bio and water filters.”
“Why Cardiff?” Jack demanded and for some reason a shiver went down his back when the Doctor mentioned Cardiff.
“There’s an energy rift running through the heart of the city,” the Doctor explained taking another slice of cantaloupe off of Rose’s plate. “I’ll park the TARDIS, let her refuel and off we go.”
Rose sat down on the sofa and called her mother while the Doctor fiddled with a complicated piece of machinery while shamelessly listening in on Rose’s conversation and making snarky comments under his breath. Rose finally threw a pillow at the Doctor before marching upstairs to her room. Jack chuckled to himself and settled down with a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle and another cup of coffee.
Half an hour later, Rose came downstairs and made herself comfortable on one of the leather sofas. She took a cup of tea from the Doctor, accepting his silent apology for his earlier behavior.
“Hey Doc? Did you know that there’s a car show in town today and tomorrow?” Jack said looking up from the full page color ad in the San Francisco Chronicle. “Exotic sport cars, classic cars, new models and hot rods.”
“Really?” the Doctor replied in an interested voice, looking up from his Sudoku puzzle he was doing in nine hundred languages. He had gone to several car shows with the Brigadier in the early 1970's.
“It’s at the Moscone Center, today from ten until seven pm and tomorrow from ten to five pm,” Jack said enthusiastically reading the ad. “Sounds like lots of fun.” Jack caught sight of the expression on Rose’s face. “Not interested Rose?”
“Not really,” Rose replied truthfully. Besides being football crazy, Mickey was also car crazy as well and she had been dragged to several car shows in London and the surrounding area. “But tell you what: why don’t you two go to the car show and I’ll catch up with you later on.”
“What are you going to do Rose?”Jack demanded in a curious voice.
“Spa day,” Rose replied cheerfully. She had overheard from some of the ladies at the pool that the Blue Crane Spa, located inside the hotel, was one of the best spas on the West Coast. Before going to bed last night she had looked up some of the services that the Blue Crane Spa offered. Frankly, a hot stone message sounded more exciting than looking at cars all afternoon.
“Alright then,” the Doctor said tossing the newspaper on the table and getting up. He made a quick phone call to the front desk and hung up three minutes later. “Rose, they are expecting you in fifteen minutes and our car should be here in twenty minutes Jack.”
Summery: In which the Ninth Doctor is mistaken for that guy in Gone in 60 Seconds
Fandom: Doctor Who xover with Gone in 60 seconds
Characters: Doctor Who: 9th Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, the TARDIS
GI60S: Memphis Raines, Sara 'Sway' Wayland, The Sphinx, Toby, Jessie and a bunch of bad guys with guns and kick ass cars!
Rating: Gen, romance, some swearing, guns, and Grand Theft Auto.
Spoilers: This story takes place in Doctor Who new series, season on,e after "The Doctor Dances,” and before “Boomtown”.
This story has nothing to do with the lame sequel to Gone In 60 Seconds. Trust me, it was awful.
A huge and I huge thank you to pumpkinqueen144 for the wonder beta reading job. All remaining mistakes are my own.
Feedback is always welcome!
Rose slowly swam towards consciousness. She cracked open an eye and stared blurrily at the alarm clock. It was eight o’clock in the morning. Yawning, she got out of bed, stumbled over to the window and pulled the curtain back. The window was streaked with rain and the Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Area were hidden by a thick blanket of fog. Rose went right back to bed and was sound asleep in two minutes.
“Good morning sleepy head,” Jack greeted cheerfully when Rose came downstairs two and a half hours later. He gave Rose a cup of tea which she took gratefully. Rose helped herself to breakfast and looked around with a frown when she realized that her favorite Time Lord was no where to be found.
“Where’s the Doctor?” Rose asked before taking a bite of her bagel with cream cheese.
“Right here,” the Doctor replied stepping out of the TARDIS. He sat down and accepted a cup of coffee from Jack and snagged a slice of cantaloupe from Rose’s plate. There was a faint frown on the Doctor’s face while he chewed his piece of cantaloupe.
“What’s wrong?” Jack demanded in a worried voice and Rose look at the TARDIS and then the Doctor, the concern visible in her brown eyes.
“The old girl is starting to run low on energy that’s all. She hasn’t had a proper tune up since the Time War,” the Doctor broke off for a few seconds, the pain clearly visible in his blue eyes, then continued in a low voice, “and she’s starting to feel her age. We need to take her to Cardiff to refuel after we’ve replaced the bio and water filters.”
“Why Cardiff?” Jack demanded and for some reason a shiver went down his back when the Doctor mentioned Cardiff.
“There’s an energy rift running through the heart of the city,” the Doctor explained taking another slice of cantaloupe off of Rose’s plate. “I’ll park the TARDIS, let her refuel and off we go.”
Rose sat down on the sofa and called her mother while the Doctor fiddled with a complicated piece of machinery while shamelessly listening in on Rose’s conversation and making snarky comments under his breath. Rose finally threw a pillow at the Doctor before marching upstairs to her room. Jack chuckled to himself and settled down with a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle and another cup of coffee.
Half an hour later, Rose came downstairs and made herself comfortable on one of the leather sofas. She took a cup of tea from the Doctor, accepting his silent apology for his earlier behavior.
“Hey Doc? Did you know that there’s a car show in town today and tomorrow?” Jack said looking up from the full page color ad in the San Francisco Chronicle. “Exotic sport cars, classic cars, new models and hot rods.”
“Really?” the Doctor replied in an interested voice, looking up from his Sudoku puzzle he was doing in nine hundred languages. He had gone to several car shows with the Brigadier in the early 1970's.
“It’s at the Moscone Center, today from ten until seven pm and tomorrow from ten to five pm,” Jack said enthusiastically reading the ad. “Sounds like lots of fun.” Jack caught sight of the expression on Rose’s face. “Not interested Rose?”
“Not really,” Rose replied truthfully. Besides being football crazy, Mickey was also car crazy as well and she had been dragged to several car shows in London and the surrounding area. “But tell you what: why don’t you two go to the car show and I’ll catch up with you later on.”
“What are you going to do Rose?”Jack demanded in a curious voice.
“Spa day,” Rose replied cheerfully. She had overheard from some of the ladies at the pool that the Blue Crane Spa, located inside the hotel, was one of the best spas on the West Coast. Before going to bed last night she had looked up some of the services that the Blue Crane Spa offered. Frankly, a hot stone message sounded more exciting than looking at cars all afternoon.
“Alright then,” the Doctor said tossing the newspaper on the table and getting up. He made a quick phone call to the front desk and hung up three minutes later. “Rose, they are expecting you in fifteen minutes and our car should be here in twenty minutes Jack.”