Story - Hello, My Name Is....
Okay, this came to me around 1:00am this morning, that the excuse I'm using for it being what it is.
Disclamer: Um, Joss is my Master now, the BBC owns the Doctor, George Lucas is owned by George Lucas (he also owns Indiana Jones and Han Solo), and Cain belongs to DG. Nowhere am I saying that I own any of them, I just think about them all way too much (well, I really don't think about George Lucas at all)
The emptiness of the large room caused any sounds to echo loudly, but even so, two men gathered in the room were talking in rather loud voices.
“Fifteen years?” Indy asked.
“Yup.” Came the reply from the O.Z.'s top Tin Man
“But it really shouldn't count.” The older man said. “You didn't wear it for eight of those years.”
“'I was lock in a tin suite!” Cain stared at the older man, but after years facing down Nazi's, love-sick school girls and George Lucas, Henry “Indiana” Jones could met almost any look. With a snort of annoyance at his opponents skill Cain turned his stare into the fan-girl patented “stare of disapproval”.
“Fine, you can count them.” Indy conceded. Cain gave a snort of approval, but Indy was quick to continue. “For all the good it'll do you. I've had my hat since I was fifteen.”
The debate came to an end when a high pitched “oooh, oooh, oooh.” sounded out and started echoing off the walls of the meeting room. Cain and Indy looked to the corner where a large blue box was fazing into existence. The sound finely stopped as the door opened and a brown haired man popped his head out.
“So, not the Battle of Gettysburg then?” The new comer asked. Indy stood up and slowly lowered his hand to his gun, “No, not Gettysburg.” He said as he eyed the man.
“Oh, didn't think so. But no harm in asking, eh?” The brown haired man gave a bounce on his toes. “So you two then...” He leaned over to Indy and took three quick sniffs then said, “Earth circa 1940's.” While Indy tried to sputter out some shocked response, the man took a large step over to Cain and did the same.
“Now see here!” Cain sprang to his feet.
“Now that is different.” The odd man said. He grabbed Cain's hat and licked it. Cain pulled his gun,
“I don't know who you are, but I'm telling you if you don't...”
“Oh sorry about that!” The man said cutting off Cain's rant. “I'm the Doctor. And you...” He placed the hat back on to Cain's head, “You are amazing! The O.Z.!” He retched out and gave Cain's cheek a pat. “I haven't been to the O.Z. In, oh well... 200 years. Not since that since that Baum fellow.” The Doctor gave another bounce. “And how is the old O.Z. these days? Everything still happy happy?”
Cain blinked at few times, then said, “The Queen's oldest daughter was taken over by an ancient witch who then used the princess's body to launch a campaign that brought about years of evil ruling over the land. The Queen faked the death of her younger daughter so the girl could be raised safely until the time she was strong enough to over through the witch.”
“Did she?” The Doctor asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, bravo!” The Doctor patted Cain's shoulder. “Oh! Cookies!”
As the Doctor made his way to the refreshment table Cain sent Indy a look that silently asked, “What the hell just happened?” Indy responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Before either man could say anything the door to the room banged open.
Edit: Part two this way
Edit: Due to a comment, I made a vid mix for this story.
Disclamer: Um, Joss is my Master now, the BBC owns the Doctor, George Lucas is owned by George Lucas (he also owns Indiana Jones and Han Solo), and Cain belongs to DG. Nowhere am I saying that I own any of them, I just think about them all way too much (well, I really don't think about George Lucas at all)
The emptiness of the large room caused any sounds to echo loudly, but even so, two men gathered in the room were talking in rather loud voices.
“Fifteen years?” Indy asked.
“Yup.” Came the reply from the O.Z.'s top Tin Man
“But it really shouldn't count.” The older man said. “You didn't wear it for eight of those years.”
“'I was lock in a tin suite!” Cain stared at the older man, but after years facing down Nazi's, love-sick school girls and George Lucas, Henry “Indiana” Jones could met almost any look. With a snort of annoyance at his opponents skill Cain turned his stare into the fan-girl patented “stare of disapproval”.
“Fine, you can count them.” Indy conceded. Cain gave a snort of approval, but Indy was quick to continue. “For all the good it'll do you. I've had my hat since I was fifteen.”
The debate came to an end when a high pitched “oooh, oooh, oooh.” sounded out and started echoing off the walls of the meeting room. Cain and Indy looked to the corner where a large blue box was fazing into existence. The sound finely stopped as the door opened and a brown haired man popped his head out.
“So, not the Battle of Gettysburg then?” The new comer asked. Indy stood up and slowly lowered his hand to his gun, “No, not Gettysburg.” He said as he eyed the man.
“Oh, didn't think so. But no harm in asking, eh?” The brown haired man gave a bounce on his toes. “So you two then...” He leaned over to Indy and took three quick sniffs then said, “Earth circa 1940's.” While Indy tried to sputter out some shocked response, the man took a large step over to Cain and did the same.
“Now see here!” Cain sprang to his feet.
“Now that is different.” The odd man said. He grabbed Cain's hat and licked it. Cain pulled his gun,
“I don't know who you are, but I'm telling you if you don't...”
“Oh sorry about that!” The man said cutting off Cain's rant. “I'm the Doctor. And you...” He placed the hat back on to Cain's head, “You are amazing! The O.Z.!” He retched out and gave Cain's cheek a pat. “I haven't been to the O.Z. In, oh well... 200 years. Not since that since that Baum fellow.” The Doctor gave another bounce. “And how is the old O.Z. these days? Everything still happy happy?”
Cain blinked at few times, then said, “The Queen's oldest daughter was taken over by an ancient witch who then used the princess's body to launch a campaign that brought about years of evil ruling over the land. The Queen faked the death of her younger daughter so the girl could be raised safely until the time she was strong enough to over through the witch.”
“Did she?” The Doctor asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, bravo!” The Doctor patted Cain's shoulder. “Oh! Cookies!”
As the Doctor made his way to the refreshment table Cain sent Indy a look that silently asked, “What the hell just happened?” Indy responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Before either man could say anything the door to the room banged open.
Edit: Part two this way
Edit: Due to a comment, I made a vid mix for this story.