Doctor Who/Fringe - Just a Quick Stop
Title: Just a Quick Stop
Fandom: Doctor Who/Fringe
Rating: PG
Characters: Amy, Eleven, Peter Bishop
Word Count: 504
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: The Doctor has to make a quick stop. You know, just to prevent the end of the world.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Fringe or Doctor Who. This work is for entertainment purposes only.
Note: Written for the Big Bang Challenge at scifiland
"Oh dear. This isn't good. This isn't good at all."
Amy sidled up next to the Doctor. "What's happened this time? Monsters messing with time? Planetary revolt?"
"No, no," said the Doctor, distracted.
Amy sighed and flopped onto the control room chair. "It's not space pirates again, is it?"
"Oy, I happen to like the ones with space pirates," said the Doctor. "But no, not space pirates. This time."
"Then what?"
The Doctor was silent for a moment. Then he looked up brightly. "Pond! What do you say to a little trip to Earth?"
She rolled her eyes. "We go to Earth all the time, Doctor. Come on, you promised Space Italy."
"We'll go there, don't worry," said the Doctor. "But first we need to make a little pit stop."
"Define 'little.'"
"Won't take a minute."
The TARDIS landed on the steps of a large government building. "Where are we?" asked Amy, peering at the monitor.
"America," said the Doctor. "Washington, D.C." He pointed at Amy. "I'm just stepping out for a second. You stay where you are."
"Yeah, sure," said Amy, and followed him out the TARDIS doors anyway. The Doctor was looking right and left and all around, so distracted that he didn't even notice. So she quietly stepped up behind him and said, in a loud stage-whisper, "What are we looking for, Doctor?"
He jumped a little and whirled around to glare at her. "What did I say?"
"Don't know. I was too excited to see Washington, D.C." She regarded him with her sweetest smile, the one he could never refuse.
The Doctor seemed to deflate. "Fine, fine. Just don't talk to anyone. All I need to do is-ah, there he is!"
Amy stood on her toes to see over the Doctor's shoulder. He was looking down the steps, at a man hurrying along with his head down against the chill wind, a scarf pulled up tight to his chin. Amy thought he was a bit cute.
The Doctor was moving, making his way down the steps, and Amy had to run to keep up.
"Peter Bishop," said the Doctor as he neared the man.
The man looked up. "Do I know you?"
"Not at all," said the Doctor. "But it's very important that you listen to me. The very fate of the world could depend on it."
Peter's eyes narrowed. "Who are you? Who sent you?"
"I'm the Doctor, and I sent myself," he replied. "My message is this: don't let Walter go to the office tomorrow."
"Why?" asked Peter. "What's going to happen?"
"Nothing, if you keep him home," said the Doctor. He gave Peter a wide grin. "That's all. Bye!" He pushed Amy back toward the TARDIS. They entered it and closed the door, leaving Peter standing outside, baffled that he hadn't even noticed the strange blue box before that very moment.
"Okay, Doctor, spill," said Amy, placing herself between him and the console. "What was that all about?"
"Oh, nothing," said the Doctor. "Just saving the world."
Fandom: Doctor Who/Fringe
Rating: PG
Characters: Amy, Eleven, Peter Bishop
Word Count: 504
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: The Doctor has to make a quick stop. You know, just to prevent the end of the world.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Fringe or Doctor Who. This work is for entertainment purposes only.
Note: Written for the Big Bang Challenge at scifiland
"Oh dear. This isn't good. This isn't good at all."
Amy sidled up next to the Doctor. "What's happened this time? Monsters messing with time? Planetary revolt?"
"No, no," said the Doctor, distracted.
Amy sighed and flopped onto the control room chair. "It's not space pirates again, is it?"
"Oy, I happen to like the ones with space pirates," said the Doctor. "But no, not space pirates. This time."
"Then what?"
The Doctor was silent for a moment. Then he looked up brightly. "Pond! What do you say to a little trip to Earth?"
She rolled her eyes. "We go to Earth all the time, Doctor. Come on, you promised Space Italy."
"We'll go there, don't worry," said the Doctor. "But first we need to make a little pit stop."
"Define 'little.'"
"Won't take a minute."
The TARDIS landed on the steps of a large government building. "Where are we?" asked Amy, peering at the monitor.
"America," said the Doctor. "Washington, D.C." He pointed at Amy. "I'm just stepping out for a second. You stay where you are."
"Yeah, sure," said Amy, and followed him out the TARDIS doors anyway. The Doctor was looking right and left and all around, so distracted that he didn't even notice. So she quietly stepped up behind him and said, in a loud stage-whisper, "What are we looking for, Doctor?"
He jumped a little and whirled around to glare at her. "What did I say?"
"Don't know. I was too excited to see Washington, D.C." She regarded him with her sweetest smile, the one he could never refuse.
The Doctor seemed to deflate. "Fine, fine. Just don't talk to anyone. All I need to do is-ah, there he is!"
Amy stood on her toes to see over the Doctor's shoulder. He was looking down the steps, at a man hurrying along with his head down against the chill wind, a scarf pulled up tight to his chin. Amy thought he was a bit cute.
The Doctor was moving, making his way down the steps, and Amy had to run to keep up.
"Peter Bishop," said the Doctor as he neared the man.
The man looked up. "Do I know you?"
"Not at all," said the Doctor. "But it's very important that you listen to me. The very fate of the world could depend on it."
Peter's eyes narrowed. "Who are you? Who sent you?"
"I'm the Doctor, and I sent myself," he replied. "My message is this: don't let Walter go to the office tomorrow."
"Why?" asked Peter. "What's going to happen?"
"Nothing, if you keep him home," said the Doctor. He gave Peter a wide grin. "That's all. Bye!" He pushed Amy back toward the TARDIS. They entered it and closed the door, leaving Peter standing outside, baffled that he hadn't even noticed the strange blue box before that very moment.
"Okay, Doctor, spill," said Amy, placing herself between him and the console. "What was that all about?"
"Oh, nothing," said the Doctor. "Just saving the world."