Fic: Press Ganged - Julie (Prompt Fill #6)
justice_turtle: Any character from Press Gang becomes a companion. (This is the last one, I promise.)
Title: Press Ganged: Julie (& Spike and Lynda)
Author: lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 466
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Lynda Day, Julie Craig
Notes/Warnings: None.
Summary: One last try…
***
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” said Lynda.
The Doctor ran his hands through his hair. “No-o. True. You did. I just thought you were exaggerating.”
Lynda gave him a dark look.
“I don’t see what the problem is,” Julie said, folding her arms and scowling at them both. “Can’t a girl ask a guy out in the Thirty-Second Century?”
“A guy, yes,” said the Doctor, spinning round to face her. “A girl even. A blobby purple three-armed wotsit, if you like. I’ve got no problem with that. But not the Sontaran Leader when I’m trying to defeat his army! With a cunning plan, no less.”
Lynda raised her eyebrows.
“He had something about him,” Julie said, her expression dreamy.
“He looked like an oversized potato, like all the rest of them!”
“Isn’t that racist?” asked Lynda.
The Doctor turned. “No, no. They’re clones. They’re supposed to look alike. Although, come to think of it, they often don’t. Maybe you get different varieties - some are King Edwards, others are more your Maris Pipers?”
“Well, congratulations,” said Julie. “You ruined the relationship all right. Anyway, I stopped him shooting you, didn’t I? Don’t I even get credit for that?”
“We-ell,” the Doctor said, shifting about. “Er. Yeah. If you want to put it like that. He was definitely shocked when you got in there and snogged him. So was I!”
“He reminded me of that rugby forward I used to date -.” Julie frowned. “Jack. Or was that Bill?”
“I mean, I need warnings if my companion’s suddenly going to start kissing the enemy.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” snapped Julie. “I didn’t know it was a crime. You should have said.”
“It’s going to be in the rules from now on, yes. Top of the list.”
“Well, you made his head explode!”
“Okay,” said Lynda, stepping in. “Temporary loan of my assistant editor is over. She’s got work to do. Now, get out of my newsroom, loser.”
The Doctor paused and gave her his best appealing look. “You could come with me.”
“Do I look like someone who’s got nothing better to do than traipse about time and space with a lunatic who destroys root vegetable-based life-forms for a living? I’ve got the next edition to finish - and it’s running behind schedule because some alien with stupid hair keeps abducting my staff. Go away!”
“Right,” said the Doctor. “Yep. So that’s a no, then?”
***
Epilogue: Spike & Lynda
*
“So,” said Lynda, following the Doctor into the TARDIS. “What part of ‘no’ did you take to mean you should kidnap my boyfriend, abandon him on a hostile alien planet and then get me to come and help you rescue him?”
The Doctor grinned at her. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“I’ll let you know,” said Lynda, darkly. “We haven’t got Spike back yet…”
***
Title: Press Ganged: Julie (& Spike and Lynda)
Author: lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 466
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Lynda Day, Julie Craig
Notes/Warnings: None.
Summary: One last try…
***
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” said Lynda.
The Doctor ran his hands through his hair. “No-o. True. You did. I just thought you were exaggerating.”
Lynda gave him a dark look.
“I don’t see what the problem is,” Julie said, folding her arms and scowling at them both. “Can’t a girl ask a guy out in the Thirty-Second Century?”
“A guy, yes,” said the Doctor, spinning round to face her. “A girl even. A blobby purple three-armed wotsit, if you like. I’ve got no problem with that. But not the Sontaran Leader when I’m trying to defeat his army! With a cunning plan, no less.”
Lynda raised her eyebrows.
“He had something about him,” Julie said, her expression dreamy.
“He looked like an oversized potato, like all the rest of them!”
“Isn’t that racist?” asked Lynda.
The Doctor turned. “No, no. They’re clones. They’re supposed to look alike. Although, come to think of it, they often don’t. Maybe you get different varieties - some are King Edwards, others are more your Maris Pipers?”
“Well, congratulations,” said Julie. “You ruined the relationship all right. Anyway, I stopped him shooting you, didn’t I? Don’t I even get credit for that?”
“We-ell,” the Doctor said, shifting about. “Er. Yeah. If you want to put it like that. He was definitely shocked when you got in there and snogged him. So was I!”
“He reminded me of that rugby forward I used to date -.” Julie frowned. “Jack. Or was that Bill?”
“I mean, I need warnings if my companion’s suddenly going to start kissing the enemy.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” snapped Julie. “I didn’t know it was a crime. You should have said.”
“It’s going to be in the rules from now on, yes. Top of the list.”
“Well, you made his head explode!”
“Okay,” said Lynda, stepping in. “Temporary loan of my assistant editor is over. She’s got work to do. Now, get out of my newsroom, loser.”
The Doctor paused and gave her his best appealing look. “You could come with me.”
“Do I look like someone who’s got nothing better to do than traipse about time and space with a lunatic who destroys root vegetable-based life-forms for a living? I’ve got the next edition to finish - and it’s running behind schedule because some alien with stupid hair keeps abducting my staff. Go away!”
“Right,” said the Doctor. “Yep. So that’s a no, then?”
***
Epilogue: Spike & Lynda
*
“So,” said Lynda, following the Doctor into the TARDIS. “What part of ‘no’ did you take to mean you should kidnap my boyfriend, abandon him on a hostile alien planet and then get me to come and help you rescue him?”
The Doctor grinned at her. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“I’ll let you know,” said Lynda, darkly. “We haven’t got Spike back yet…”
***