Mystery Tour of 1973 (fic) Chapter 9
Title: Mystery Tour of 1973
Crossover: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
Parings: Martha/Sam, Sam/Annie
Rating: PG
Chapter: 9/?
Spoilers: Season 3 of Doctor Who and Season 2 of Life on Mars
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I don't own these shows. The BBC, Kudos does.
Author's Comment: My first try at a fanfiction. It's unbetaed and probably full of errors. Please comment, it makes me write. Oh my, I am soo sorry about the wait. Muse left me with half a chapter, and only after I saw several DW and LOM episodes was I able to continue. I am currently having an internal debate about the plot. So the plot is a little lacking in this chapter, but since it has been so long since I posted a chapter, I thought I'd still post it.
About: Martha, Chris, Ray, Gene and Sam are off to find witnesses at a Girl's High School. Is this case related to Sam's ticket home?
“Uh, Boss?”
Chris had walked into the cafeteria, and was now standing anxiously in front of Sam.
“Yes Chris?”
“Guv told me to tell you to get your... nancy, United-supporting, smart-arse back into the office.”
Chris had been wearing one of those goofy grins of his, but he dropped it when he saw Sam’s expression.
“Fine. Chip?”
“Wha?”
“Chip.”
“It’s Chris Boss,”
“No, chip?”
“No, it’s Chris,”
Sam waved his hands at the nearly-finished plate of chips.
“Would you like to have a chip before I throw them away?”
“Oh... sorry. Yes. I mean, no not yes. I understand you now.”
“No?”
“Uh, no,”
Sam sighed, running his hand through his short hair. Sometimes he wondered how Chris ever got into CID without having his body dumped in the canal first.
“Tell the Guv I’m coming. With Martha,”
“Martha, right.”
Sam watched with amused interest as the young man’s wonderfully mismatched eyes slid to where Martha and Annie were sitting, and how he seemed to blush slightly.
“Chris?”
“Oh, right. Uh, bye,”
Chris took a chip from the pile and walked out. Actually, walked wasn’t quite what he did. He more or less strode out of the cafeteria in what was a near-hopeless attempt at a confident rhythm, topped off to completely hopeless by tripping over a chair leg when he glanced back at Annie and Martha; whom were in absolute hysterics by now. Sam sighed, smiling wearily at the poor div. He got up and tossed the soggy cold chips in the rubbish and made his way to the two women, who were now trying very hard to contain their laughter.
“...anyway, so he was complete starkers and han’-cuffed to his... Oh hi Sam, I didn’t see you there.”
Annie turned around with a rather guilty and mischievous glint in her eyes. Martha’s lips seemed to quiver as though almost about to smile, but restrained it.
“Talking about me?”
“Maybe...”
That sent them off again in half-suppressed giggles. At least now Annie wasn’t avoiding him. She even seemed to be enjoying herself. Whatever that blessed Saint Martha Jones had said to her clearly worked.
After much arguing between Gene and himself, Sam finally managed to convince the bloody oath to allow Martha down to the school with them to take statements from any witnesses. Ray got the front seat of the Cortina; thank god he wasn’t put within pinching distance of Martha, while Chris, Martha and himself were wedged in the back. Again, Chris seemed a little embarrassed to be in such a close proximity to Martha; his ears were turning beetroot red. Thankfully Annie offered to stay behind; otherwise Martha would’ve ended up on Sam’s lap, which wasn’t a bad thought if he allowed himself to think it. But he didn’t, or rather tried not to and pretended he didn’t when he did, because he had Annie again. Oh sweet, kind Annie, whom made his heart skip a beat each and every time she came up to him.
The Cortina came to a lurching stop in front of the school and its contents clambered out onto the foot path.
“Right, Raymondo; you and Chris can go and find out exactly who were getting their shirts wet in the mud playing cricket yesterday and line ‘em up. The Headmaster should be able to tell you where to find ‘em. Take them to a spare classroom. Me and Dorothy shall go to the sports department to find out exactly what sort of man Mr. Garland was before ‘e got ’is lights knocked out with a cricket bat,”
“The victims name was Mr. Garland?” Martha chuckled quietly, ignoring the fiery glare she got from Gene for interrupting.
“... then we’ll question those birds.”
“Right you are Guv. Come on you useless div, off to inspect us some skirt!”
Chris and Ray started heading off into the building, their voices starting to fade out as they went through the doors.
“God I hate teenage girls. The way they stare at you and their minds are all...”
Sam drew his gaze away from Laurel and Hardy and back to Martha and Gene. Martha had folded her arms; an eyebrow rose cynically.
“And what about me, Detective Chief Inspector Hunt?”
“You, Wonder-bosoms, get the great pleasure to sit out the front and look pretty while us men go in and do the real job,”
“Don’t think so, Guv,”
“I give the orders ‘round ‘ere, and you better follow them!”
“I don’t take orders from demanding, sexist, racist, authority-abusing pigs like you. Trust me, I’ve got history. I’m coming inside with you whether you like it or not.”
“Guv, just let her trail along. She won’t cause any trouble.” Sam cut in before World War Three started. He folded his arms and looked threateningly at the two bickering people, daring them to continue arguing.
Gene looked at Martha and grunted, but thankfully he didn’t say any more. Sam followed Gene as he strode into the school building, Martha hot on his heels.
Crossover: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
Parings: Martha/Sam, Sam/Annie
Rating: PG
Chapter: 9/?
Spoilers: Season 3 of Doctor Who and Season 2 of Life on Mars
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I don't own these shows. The BBC, Kudos does.
Author's Comment: My first try at a fanfiction. It's unbetaed and probably full of errors. Please comment, it makes me write. Oh my, I am soo sorry about the wait. Muse left me with half a chapter, and only after I saw several DW and LOM episodes was I able to continue. I am currently having an internal debate about the plot. So the plot is a little lacking in this chapter, but since it has been so long since I posted a chapter, I thought I'd still post it.
About: Martha, Chris, Ray, Gene and Sam are off to find witnesses at a Girl's High School. Is this case related to Sam's ticket home?
“Uh, Boss?”
Chris had walked into the cafeteria, and was now standing anxiously in front of Sam.
“Yes Chris?”
“Guv told me to tell you to get your... nancy, United-supporting, smart-arse back into the office.”
Chris had been wearing one of those goofy grins of his, but he dropped it when he saw Sam’s expression.
“Fine. Chip?”
“Wha?”
“Chip.”
“It’s Chris Boss,”
“No, chip?”
“No, it’s Chris,”
Sam waved his hands at the nearly-finished plate of chips.
“Would you like to have a chip before I throw them away?”
“Oh... sorry. Yes. I mean, no not yes. I understand you now.”
“No?”
“Uh, no,”
Sam sighed, running his hand through his short hair. Sometimes he wondered how Chris ever got into CID without having his body dumped in the canal first.
“Tell the Guv I’m coming. With Martha,”
“Martha, right.”
Sam watched with amused interest as the young man’s wonderfully mismatched eyes slid to where Martha and Annie were sitting, and how he seemed to blush slightly.
“Chris?”
“Oh, right. Uh, bye,”
Chris took a chip from the pile and walked out. Actually, walked wasn’t quite what he did. He more or less strode out of the cafeteria in what was a near-hopeless attempt at a confident rhythm, topped off to completely hopeless by tripping over a chair leg when he glanced back at Annie and Martha; whom were in absolute hysterics by now. Sam sighed, smiling wearily at the poor div. He got up and tossed the soggy cold chips in the rubbish and made his way to the two women, who were now trying very hard to contain their laughter.
“...anyway, so he was complete starkers and han’-cuffed to his... Oh hi Sam, I didn’t see you there.”
Annie turned around with a rather guilty and mischievous glint in her eyes. Martha’s lips seemed to quiver as though almost about to smile, but restrained it.
“Talking about me?”
“Maybe...”
That sent them off again in half-suppressed giggles. At least now Annie wasn’t avoiding him. She even seemed to be enjoying herself. Whatever that blessed Saint Martha Jones had said to her clearly worked.
After much arguing between Gene and himself, Sam finally managed to convince the bloody oath to allow Martha down to the school with them to take statements from any witnesses. Ray got the front seat of the Cortina; thank god he wasn’t put within pinching distance of Martha, while Chris, Martha and himself were wedged in the back. Again, Chris seemed a little embarrassed to be in such a close proximity to Martha; his ears were turning beetroot red. Thankfully Annie offered to stay behind; otherwise Martha would’ve ended up on Sam’s lap, which wasn’t a bad thought if he allowed himself to think it. But he didn’t, or rather tried not to and pretended he didn’t when he did, because he had Annie again. Oh sweet, kind Annie, whom made his heart skip a beat each and every time she came up to him.
The Cortina came to a lurching stop in front of the school and its contents clambered out onto the foot path.
“Right, Raymondo; you and Chris can go and find out exactly who were getting their shirts wet in the mud playing cricket yesterday and line ‘em up. The Headmaster should be able to tell you where to find ‘em. Take them to a spare classroom. Me and Dorothy shall go to the sports department to find out exactly what sort of man Mr. Garland was before ‘e got ’is lights knocked out with a cricket bat,”
“The victims name was Mr. Garland?” Martha chuckled quietly, ignoring the fiery glare she got from Gene for interrupting.
“... then we’ll question those birds.”
“Right you are Guv. Come on you useless div, off to inspect us some skirt!”
Chris and Ray started heading off into the building, their voices starting to fade out as they went through the doors.
“God I hate teenage girls. The way they stare at you and their minds are all...”
Sam drew his gaze away from Laurel and Hardy and back to Martha and Gene. Martha had folded her arms; an eyebrow rose cynically.
“And what about me, Detective Chief Inspector Hunt?”
“You, Wonder-bosoms, get the great pleasure to sit out the front and look pretty while us men go in and do the real job,”
“Don’t think so, Guv,”
“I give the orders ‘round ‘ere, and you better follow them!”
“I don’t take orders from demanding, sexist, racist, authority-abusing pigs like you. Trust me, I’ve got history. I’m coming inside with you whether you like it or not.”
“Guv, just let her trail along. She won’t cause any trouble.” Sam cut in before World War Three started. He folded his arms and looked threateningly at the two bickering people, daring them to continue arguing.
Gene looked at Martha and grunted, but thankfully he didn’t say any more. Sam followed Gene as he strode into the school building, Martha hot on his heels.