Doctor Who/SGA crossover drabble
Temporal Miscalculation
Author: Rhiannon
Characters: The Doctor (Nine), Rose, John Sheppard
Pairing: none
Summary: The Doctor doesn’t always manage to go to the year he wants to
Word Count: 200
Genre: crossover, humor
Rating: G/all ages
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this and I think we’ve all heard about blood and turnips, so don’t sue.
Author's Notes: An almost drunk fic. So, no, not beta’d, except by my spellchecker. Well, I did go over it a day after I wrote it, so technically beta'd by Me, Myself, I, and spellcheck.
Sadly, yes, I was playing a version of the Doctor Who drinking game when I wrote the first draft.
Edit: lvs2read has now taken a look, any mistakes are my own.
“You’re going to love this, Rose. A lost city. Completely abandoned for nearly 10,000 years.”
“So, then, why are we going to it?”
“Lost city, Rose! Completely to ourselves, for years if we want. Grab a torch, there won’t be any lights on.”
Rose smiled as she rummaged for a couple of torches since she figured the Doctor would forget his in his excitement.
As they stepped out of the TARDIS, both marveled at the majestic room of colored glass and metal, every surface reflecting hues of blue, green, and gold. Then they noticed the cluster of soldiers with guns pointed at them.
“Who the hell are you and how did you get here?” one soldier asked in a deceptively calm drawl.
“I thought you said this city was abandoned. It doesn’t look very abandoned to me,” Rose observed.
“I’m the Doctor, pleased to meet you,” he smiled at the one who spoke to them before turning to Rose. “I may have miscalculated by a few years.”
“Really,” she said sarcastically.
“Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard,” the man said without lowering his firearm. “I’m only going to ask this one more time. Who are you and how did you get here?”
Author: Rhiannon
Characters: The Doctor (Nine), Rose, John Sheppard
Pairing: none
Summary: The Doctor doesn’t always manage to go to the year he wants to
Word Count: 200
Genre: crossover, humor
Rating: G/all ages
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this and I think we’ve all heard about blood and turnips, so don’t sue.
Author's Notes: An almost drunk fic. So, no, not beta’d, except by my spellchecker. Well, I did go over it a day after I wrote it, so technically beta'd by Me, Myself, I, and spellcheck.
Sadly, yes, I was playing a version of the Doctor Who drinking game when I wrote the first draft.
Edit: lvs2read has now taken a look, any mistakes are my own.
“You’re going to love this, Rose. A lost city. Completely abandoned for nearly 10,000 years.”
“So, then, why are we going to it?”
“Lost city, Rose! Completely to ourselves, for years if we want. Grab a torch, there won’t be any lights on.”
Rose smiled as she rummaged for a couple of torches since she figured the Doctor would forget his in his excitement.
As they stepped out of the TARDIS, both marveled at the majestic room of colored glass and metal, every surface reflecting hues of blue, green, and gold. Then they noticed the cluster of soldiers with guns pointed at them.
“Who the hell are you and how did you get here?” one soldier asked in a deceptively calm drawl.
“I thought you said this city was abandoned. It doesn’t look very abandoned to me,” Rose observed.
“I’m the Doctor, pleased to meet you,” he smiled at the one who spoke to them before turning to Rose. “I may have miscalculated by a few years.”
“Really,” she said sarcastically.
“Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard,” the man said without lowering his firearm. “I’m only going to ask this one more time. Who are you and how did you get here?”