Mystery Tour of 1973 (fic) Chapter 3
Title: (Previously "Life on Mars?") Mystery Tour of 1973
Chapter: 3
Pairings: None in this chapter, but Sam/Annie
Rating: PG
Crossover: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
Disclaimer: I don't own these shows. The BBC does
About: Gene watches as the Master takes over Sam's body. But will this last?
Gene watched in confusion as Sam stepped back away from him and threw his arms out beside him, laughing madly.
“I’M ALIVE! Oh, I am ALIVE!” Sam shouted to the heavens, grinning like a lunatic. “But wait... only one heart?” Sam looked down at his clothes, “What... a shabby jacket. Really ought to get myself one of those nice business suits. Rather James Bond. Lucy always liked that. Oh no, wait!” Sam giggled, “She shot me, and she killed me. Killed by an insect and killed by a human. Both women; how so very disrespectful. It’s becoming a sport!”
“What you on about Boss?” Chris asked rather feebly.
“Boss?” Sam strode up to Chris and somehow managed to tower over him, “I’m your boss? How fitting,” Sam picked Chris up by the collar of his shirt with one hand so that his feet hung off the ground, “Tell me you bumbling human. Where am I? What year? Who am I to you? And why am I here?”
“It’s... uh... Manchester... and it’s 1973. You’re DI Sam Tyler, and... and... I dunno, you were transferred from, uh, Hyde,”
“DI Sam Tyler? Oh Cult of Skyro I’m a copper. And Manchester, England, Earth, 1973? What a despicable pit of reality,” Sam leaned closer to Chris, “Are you saying I have a life, here? I was a person, that he, DI Sam Tyler, was real? Who had friends, colleagues and family?” Sam grunted, confusion lining his face. Suddenly his face split into a smile and tossed Chris several feet away to the ground.
“Oi! Gladys! What on Earth do you think you’re doing?” Gene felt his blood start to boil.
“Oh! It talks! Looking at you before, I thought you were a throw-back for human evolution; a swine humanoid. By the way, I could’ve sworn Scarecrow over there said my name was DI Sam Tyler,” Sam stepped towards him, but Gene stood his ground and glared back at him.
“Don’t you forget your place, Tyler; I’m your DCI. Who the hell do you think you are?” Gene poked one of his fingers at Sam. Sam laughed and looked to the ground. But when his face came back up to meet his again, the look on Sam’s face was a cauldron of hatred and mad fury.
“I am the Master,”
Sam reached into his jacket and pulled out his gun. Gene glared back, meeting this man’s eyes rather than looking down the barrel of the gun.
“You’re not my DI,”
“Congratulations, now would you like to learn your ABC’s, or is that pushing your mental capacity too far?”
Sam’s, or rather the Master’s, hand rested on the trigger, ready to pull. Gene never let his eyes stray from the Master’s. Gene tried to make his glare as threatening as possible.
“Would you really kill me, you git?”
“You’re not my first. But you are lucky that it will be quick and painless compared to what I usually do,”
But even as the Master said this, his hand started to tremble, and he reluctantly lowered the gun. The Master’s brow furrowed, and looked utterly confused.
“Now give the gun to me,” Gene stated, feeling relieved that he didn’t get a great big bloody hole blown in him from his lunatic DI. But was this man his DI? It looked like him, but somewhere, beneath the eyes, it was someone else. And he sure didn’t act like the DI he knew.
“I stopped...” the Master whispered, “I didn’t kill you... why? Why didn’t I kill you? I am the Master! I don’t feel compassion like this; I don’t pity people like this. I don’t apologise to anything, I kill who I like, torture who I hate. But I don’t stop... no, not me. I’ve been changed.”
The Master dropped the gun and fell to the ground as his feet buckled from beneath him. Gene hastily picked the gun up and shoved it into his coat, relieved that this psychopath was unarmed. Actually, he had to admit he felt a pang of pity for the confused, huddled shape.
“Are you going to be my pansy DI again?”
“I’ve got no choice... this was an experiment, I can see that now. All so clearly. To see, to see if I could not kill a man. They’re going to take me from this body and put Sam back in. This was all to see if I was compatible and able to be... nice.”
Gene opened his mouth to say something, but closed it as the Master winced in pain.
He felt helpless, watching as the Master started to spasm again. Finally the Master collapsed on the ground; fainted like a short nun at a penguin hunt.
“Oi, Tyler!” Gene kicked Sam’s side gently. When Sam didn’t respond he glanced over to Chris and Ray. Chris was still on the ground; inspecting some grazes and cuts, while Ray who had before been unnaturally quiet, poked and jabbed Chris.
“Get up you wimp.”
Chris sighed and heaved himself up, wincing as he steadied himself.
Gene bent down and picked Sam up with a grunt. Dorothy was certainly heavier than he looked. He opened the car door and tossed him into the passenger seat, trying to keep the limp body from slouching everywhere like a dead cat. His hand quavered over the seat belt, and decided to do it up for Sam. Even unconscious his nansy-pansy Hyde ways still went forward. Gene got into the car himself, and tapped the steering-wheel subconsciously, waiting for Ray and Chris. Da da da dum.... da da da dum... here come the drums... here come the drums... The synchronised door slam from the back pulled him out of his daydream, and he stepped on the accelerator.