Fic: Conversations Of The Showering Kind
Title: Conversations Of The Showering Kind
Pairing:
Characters: Canon!Eleven, James (OC)
Summary: James crashes into a shower while jumping through the dimensions.
Rating: PG13
A/N: Part of the 'Hopping Through The Dimensions' series. James meets the canon!Eleven. How could I resist? No spoilers.
It was a sorry state of affairs when you got used to the rough landings associated with a dimension jump, James pondered. He dusted himself off and looked around. He appeared to be in a bathroom of some sort. The shower curtain pulled back and a young looking man peered around it. "Who are you?" he asked, peering at James.
"Um, I'm a routine bathroom inspector," James lied, saying the first thing that popped into his mind. His senses went on high alert and he realised the man in front of him was the Doctor. 'Even across the dimensions, you still smell the same,' he thought.
"A bathroom inspector," the Doctor repeated sceptically, pulling back the curtain so he was standing in front of James, dripping wet and naked. "Inspecting what exactly?"
"Uh, to make sure there's no mould on the tiles, no leaks, that sort of thing."
"You're not wearing a uniform."
"You're not wearing anything at all," James shot back. He looked straight into the Doctor's eyes.
"You didn't look."
"It doesn't take a genius to know that if you're in the shower, you're naked, y'know."
The Doctor walked over to James and stood in front of him, looking up into James' eyes. "I think the next question should be how did you get in here?"
"Uh, I was looking for... a bathroom and here I am."
The Doctor moved closer to James, getting into his personal space. "Are you looking for me?" he asked bluntly. "I'm guessing you used some sort of teleportation device to get in here. It wasn't a soft landing, was it?"
"You haven't introduced yourself so how do you know I'm looking for you?" James stepped back slightly.
"Oh, I'm the Doctor."
"Hello Doctor. I'm James. This might sound weird, but I'm your companion from another dimension. And before you ask, I didn't use a Dimension Cannon to jump dimensions."
"Oh. How are you doing it then?"
"I... just am. Can you help me get back?" James mischeivously looked down quickly. "Preferably with some clothes on."
"Yes."
"I'll be outside," James said quickly.
"No, you don't. I'd prefer to keep an eye on you."
"In the shower?!"
"Why not?"
"Are you travelling with anyone at the moment?"
"Yes."
"Martha? Donna? Or someone else?"
"How do you know Martha?"
"In my dimension she's my girlfriend."
The Doctor reached for a towel, wrapped it around his waist and moved into James' personal space again. "What aren't you telling me?"
"What makes you think I'm not telling you anything?"
The Doctor didn't answer, he grabbed James by the arms and pressed his forehead to James' initializing a mental link. He quickly reeled backwards, shocked at the images he saw in the other man's mind. "You..."
James rubbed his forehead. "Ow! Is this your new thing? Headbutting people now? I hate people in my mind."
"I... You... Is that what happens...?"
"Pretty much."
"Oh. Is that what my alternate self look like?"
"Yes."
"Bit boy band, isn't he?"
"I never noticed."
"Hmm."
"You didn't trust me, did you?"
"I've got a headache."
"Good. Maybe then next time, you'll ask before you do a mind meld."
"The Master..."
"Don't finish that sentence. That's digging into old wounds, Doctor," James said quietly. "Aren't you going to finish your shower?"
"Yes. I'm going to finish my shower and then I'm going to sort you out."
"In a good way, I hope," James said abruptly before mentally smacking himself on the forehead. "Uh, I mean... you know. Sorry, I sometimes open my mouth and words come out before my brain has time to censor it. Not often, mind you, but it happens occasionally."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You're not telling me much."
"I thought you just got a big mental info-dump.... And, no, you're not going to do that again."
The Doctor pointed at James and then pointed at the shower. "Don't move. I'll be right with you."
"As if I would," James muttered as the Doctor walked into the shower again and turned the shower back on.
"I know you companions," the Doctor answered, throwing his towel to land on James' head, "I tell them not to wander off and they don't listen to me."
"Does anyone?" James asked, pulling the towel off his head.
"You're very cheeky," the Doctor pointed out, his voice slightly distorted by the shower spray hitting his face.
"So, I've been told. By the way, Doctor, the smell of your shampoo is making me feel hungry," James commented, "and not just for food," he added in a low voice.
Pairing:
Characters: Canon!Eleven, James (OC)
Summary: James crashes into a shower while jumping through the dimensions.
Rating: PG13
A/N: Part of the 'Hopping Through The Dimensions' series. James meets the canon!Eleven. How could I resist? No spoilers.
It was a sorry state of affairs when you got used to the rough landings associated with a dimension jump, James pondered. He dusted himself off and looked around. He appeared to be in a bathroom of some sort. The shower curtain pulled back and a young looking man peered around it. "Who are you?" he asked, peering at James.
"Um, I'm a routine bathroom inspector," James lied, saying the first thing that popped into his mind. His senses went on high alert and he realised the man in front of him was the Doctor. 'Even across the dimensions, you still smell the same,' he thought.
"A bathroom inspector," the Doctor repeated sceptically, pulling back the curtain so he was standing in front of James, dripping wet and naked. "Inspecting what exactly?"
"Uh, to make sure there's no mould on the tiles, no leaks, that sort of thing."
"You're not wearing a uniform."
"You're not wearing anything at all," James shot back. He looked straight into the Doctor's eyes.
"You didn't look."
"It doesn't take a genius to know that if you're in the shower, you're naked, y'know."
The Doctor walked over to James and stood in front of him, looking up into James' eyes. "I think the next question should be how did you get in here?"
"Uh, I was looking for... a bathroom and here I am."
The Doctor moved closer to James, getting into his personal space. "Are you looking for me?" he asked bluntly. "I'm guessing you used some sort of teleportation device to get in here. It wasn't a soft landing, was it?"
"You haven't introduced yourself so how do you know I'm looking for you?" James stepped back slightly.
"Oh, I'm the Doctor."
"Hello Doctor. I'm James. This might sound weird, but I'm your companion from another dimension. And before you ask, I didn't use a Dimension Cannon to jump dimensions."
"Oh. How are you doing it then?"
"I... just am. Can you help me get back?" James mischeivously looked down quickly. "Preferably with some clothes on."
"Yes."
"I'll be outside," James said quickly.
"No, you don't. I'd prefer to keep an eye on you."
"In the shower?!"
"Why not?"
"Are you travelling with anyone at the moment?"
"Yes."
"Martha? Donna? Or someone else?"
"How do you know Martha?"
"In my dimension she's my girlfriend."
The Doctor reached for a towel, wrapped it around his waist and moved into James' personal space again. "What aren't you telling me?"
"What makes you think I'm not telling you anything?"
The Doctor didn't answer, he grabbed James by the arms and pressed his forehead to James' initializing a mental link. He quickly reeled backwards, shocked at the images he saw in the other man's mind. "You..."
James rubbed his forehead. "Ow! Is this your new thing? Headbutting people now? I hate people in my mind."
"I... You... Is that what happens...?"
"Pretty much."
"Oh. Is that what my alternate self look like?"
"Yes."
"Bit boy band, isn't he?"
"I never noticed."
"Hmm."
"You didn't trust me, did you?"
"I've got a headache."
"Good. Maybe then next time, you'll ask before you do a mind meld."
"The Master..."
"Don't finish that sentence. That's digging into old wounds, Doctor," James said quietly. "Aren't you going to finish your shower?"
"Yes. I'm going to finish my shower and then I'm going to sort you out."
"In a good way, I hope," James said abruptly before mentally smacking himself on the forehead. "Uh, I mean... you know. Sorry, I sometimes open my mouth and words come out before my brain has time to censor it. Not often, mind you, but it happens occasionally."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You're not telling me much."
"I thought you just got a big mental info-dump.... And, no, you're not going to do that again."
The Doctor pointed at James and then pointed at the shower. "Don't move. I'll be right with you."
"As if I would," James muttered as the Doctor walked into the shower again and turned the shower back on.
"I know you companions," the Doctor answered, throwing his towel to land on James' head, "I tell them not to wander off and they don't listen to me."
"Does anyone?" James asked, pulling the towel off his head.
"You're very cheeky," the Doctor pointed out, his voice slightly distorted by the shower spray hitting his face.
"So, I've been told. By the way, Doctor, the smell of your shampoo is making me feel hungry," James commented, "and not just for food," he added in a low voice.