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Crossover fic, BSG/Doctor Who, The One With the Jail Cell In It
disclaimer: neither series is mine
Pairings: Kara/Sam, Amy/Rory, River/Eleven
Rating: PG, mostly for the violence. Er, and the sexual tension (if there is any)
Genre: action, romance
Length: 1000 words
Set: post-series for BSG, series six for DW.
Notes: for the 12colonies prompt challenge. Also, for my own smug giggling fits of glee over there being married people in the TARDIS. also, for the part where the Doctor is the youngest male (memory-wise). *snickers* (2000-year-old-plus Rock Star Angel Cylons and 2000-year-old-plus plastic Centurions reborn as men are older than a 900-year-old Time Lord, even if he lies about his age)
Summary: Having married people in the TARDIS made revolutions so much simpler.
The One With the Jail Cell In It
by ALC Punk!
"I don't think this is such a good idea," the Doctor objected. But he was mostly ignored, though River gave him a conciliatory smile even as she made adjustments to the TARDIS console and they landed.
Without his favorite sound, of course, which made him just a little grumpy-face. Then again, with Amy and Kara running for the doors, he reflected that it was the enthusiasm of youth that made him grumpy, so that was all right then. River was right behind them, too, talking about explosives and rates of decompression.
"Should we go after them?" Rory sounded mildly curious.
From where he was leaning against the railing, Sam Anders shrugged, "Do you think that's wise?"
"No. No. I'm sure they can take care of themselves," said the Doctor.
Rory shook his head and started for the doors himself, "They're not who I'm worried about."
It occurred to the Doctor that Amy, Kara and River let loose on an unsuspecting populace was bound to cause trouble. He heaved a sigh and started after Rory, "You coming, Sam?"
The cylon shrugged again, but joined them anyway.
As luck would have it, stepping out of the TARDIS got the three of them immediately arrested, a situation Sam blamed on Kara. The Doctor thought it had the flavor of River's handiwork, however, but knew better than to get in the way of two married people who seemed to thrive on conflict (especially when it ended in rather loud sex--even worse was when the Ponds decided to prove that Earth had raised people with enthusiastic appetites and stout lungs; River usually just suggested he get headphones. Or join in, and the latter suggestion always made him a bit torn).
Twenty hours after their initial incarceration, a time they all spent cajoling, bribing and getting generally nowhere, the back wall of the cell blew outwards.
Kara stuck her head in, "Are you morons going to sit around all day, or are you going to escape?"
Having long ago exhausted any conversational tactics, the three men were on their feet and out through the hole. Amy met them on the other side with an amused look.
"Where's River?"
"Holding our line of retreat," Kara replied, before she smacked Sam's arm. "Dumbass, I thought you were going to behave."
"Kara--"
"Everyone get down!" River appeared from a different direction than the Doctor had expected, gesturing. "Kara, I'm going to need those explosives we cobbled together."
Kara lobbed several packets to River, then took point, a gun in her hand that the Doctor was fairly certain she hadn't had before.
"What's going on?" asked Rory of Amy as she hustled them along.
"We stumbled into a revolution," was Amy's reply, she snorted. "The TARDIS went wrong again, Doctor."
"It's the Atraxian Split of '56," River said as she rejoined them, "Unfortunately for you three, the Fexan faction thought you were Gregan spies. We only just realized they'd locked you up about an hour ago."
"What have you been doing all this time?" The Doctor asked, his voice a little peevish.
"Helping the revolution, of course." As though that were the obvious course of action. River smiled at him, "Don't worry, sweetie. If my history books were correct, we were supposed to. Besides, what else should we have done, sit around on our hands?"
"Well, yes!" But he had thin ground to stand on, there.
Amy shook her head, "We couldn't stand by, Doctor. Not when Prisoner Zero was one of the members of the other side."
Ok, so his Atraxi history was a little rusty, but that still didn't mean people should be mucking about with it! He frowned harder, but let it go as an explosion rocked the buildings behind them, causing the walkway they were on to shake. "What made you think it was a good idea?"
He wasn't going to let his outrage go quite yet.
"Probably the part where they threatened to have us shot," River replied dryly.
"Hurry up back there!" Kara shouted from where she and the others had pulled ahead a little.
Another explosion sounded even closer, and the Doctor took River's hand without thinking about it. They took off at a run, catching the others up and joining them as Kara led them on a winding, twisting journey that brought them to the doors of the TARDIS.
They were all inside again, River leaning against the doors and laughing as much as she was gasping for breath.
"You take us to the nicest places, sweetie," she said, patting his arm before hurrying up the steps to the console, already busily setting the coordinates for somewhere new.
The Doctor put on his scowliest face, already noticing that the Ponds and Thraces had disappeared, and joined her. "No more revolutions."
"Well, if your TARDIS worked properly," River suggested, ducking round the other side.
"She works fine, Doctor Song. You just can't fly her properly." He tweaked a control, then leveled a glare at River that really wasn't much of a glare.
"Yes, sweetie, of course." River returned to his side and smiled at him. "We should probably let the others rest for a little while."
The Doctor felt awkward all at once, then firmly told himself that was silly for a 900-plus-year-old-Time Lord, and shook his head. "Of course. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a library to organize."
"Sure you couldn't use some help, dear?"
"Very sure," he muttered, stomping down the corridor and feeling ridiculously childish. River's chuckles followed him into the cathedral-like room that housed his very impressive book collection. That was the last time he suggested a nice, picnic outing for the lot of them. Really, a revolution! He blamed his TARDIS. The poor thing was getting on in years, but still liked a good scrap in her own way. Pity he no longer had the Celestial Intervention Agency to blame. That had made things easier, back when his companions questioned him less (the memory went a bit when you got to his age).
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Pairings: Kara/Sam, Amy/Rory, River/Eleven
Rating: PG, mostly for the violence. Er, and the sexual tension (if there is any)
Genre: action, romance
Length: 1000 words
Set: post-series for BSG, series six for DW.
Notes: for the 12colonies prompt challenge. Also, for my own smug giggling fits of glee over there being married people in the TARDIS. also, for the part where the Doctor is the youngest male (memory-wise). *snickers* (2000-year-old-plus Rock Star Angel Cylons and 2000-year-old-plus plastic Centurions reborn as men are older than a 900-year-old Time Lord, even if he lies about his age)
Summary: Having married people in the TARDIS made revolutions so much simpler.
The One With the Jail Cell In It
by ALC Punk!
"I don't think this is such a good idea," the Doctor objected. But he was mostly ignored, though River gave him a conciliatory smile even as she made adjustments to the TARDIS console and they landed.
Without his favorite sound, of course, which made him just a little grumpy-face. Then again, with Amy and Kara running for the doors, he reflected that it was the enthusiasm of youth that made him grumpy, so that was all right then. River was right behind them, too, talking about explosives and rates of decompression.
"Should we go after them?" Rory sounded mildly curious.
From where he was leaning against the railing, Sam Anders shrugged, "Do you think that's wise?"
"No. No. I'm sure they can take care of themselves," said the Doctor.
Rory shook his head and started for the doors himself, "They're not who I'm worried about."
It occurred to the Doctor that Amy, Kara and River let loose on an unsuspecting populace was bound to cause trouble. He heaved a sigh and started after Rory, "You coming, Sam?"
The cylon shrugged again, but joined them anyway.
As luck would have it, stepping out of the TARDIS got the three of them immediately arrested, a situation Sam blamed on Kara. The Doctor thought it had the flavor of River's handiwork, however, but knew better than to get in the way of two married people who seemed to thrive on conflict (especially when it ended in rather loud sex--even worse was when the Ponds decided to prove that Earth had raised people with enthusiastic appetites and stout lungs; River usually just suggested he get headphones. Or join in, and the latter suggestion always made him a bit torn).
Twenty hours after their initial incarceration, a time they all spent cajoling, bribing and getting generally nowhere, the back wall of the cell blew outwards.
Kara stuck her head in, "Are you morons going to sit around all day, or are you going to escape?"
Having long ago exhausted any conversational tactics, the three men were on their feet and out through the hole. Amy met them on the other side with an amused look.
"Where's River?"
"Holding our line of retreat," Kara replied, before she smacked Sam's arm. "Dumbass, I thought you were going to behave."
"Kara--"
"Everyone get down!" River appeared from a different direction than the Doctor had expected, gesturing. "Kara, I'm going to need those explosives we cobbled together."
Kara lobbed several packets to River, then took point, a gun in her hand that the Doctor was fairly certain she hadn't had before.
"What's going on?" asked Rory of Amy as she hustled them along.
"We stumbled into a revolution," was Amy's reply, she snorted. "The TARDIS went wrong again, Doctor."
"It's the Atraxian Split of '56," River said as she rejoined them, "Unfortunately for you three, the Fexan faction thought you were Gregan spies. We only just realized they'd locked you up about an hour ago."
"What have you been doing all this time?" The Doctor asked, his voice a little peevish.
"Helping the revolution, of course." As though that were the obvious course of action. River smiled at him, "Don't worry, sweetie. If my history books were correct, we were supposed to. Besides, what else should we have done, sit around on our hands?"
"Well, yes!" But he had thin ground to stand on, there.
Amy shook her head, "We couldn't stand by, Doctor. Not when Prisoner Zero was one of the members of the other side."
Ok, so his Atraxi history was a little rusty, but that still didn't mean people should be mucking about with it! He frowned harder, but let it go as an explosion rocked the buildings behind them, causing the walkway they were on to shake. "What made you think it was a good idea?"
He wasn't going to let his outrage go quite yet.
"Probably the part where they threatened to have us shot," River replied dryly.
"Hurry up back there!" Kara shouted from where she and the others had pulled ahead a little.
Another explosion sounded even closer, and the Doctor took River's hand without thinking about it. They took off at a run, catching the others up and joining them as Kara led them on a winding, twisting journey that brought them to the doors of the TARDIS.
They were all inside again, River leaning against the doors and laughing as much as she was gasping for breath.
"You take us to the nicest places, sweetie," she said, patting his arm before hurrying up the steps to the console, already busily setting the coordinates for somewhere new.
The Doctor put on his scowliest face, already noticing that the Ponds and Thraces had disappeared, and joined her. "No more revolutions."
"Well, if your TARDIS worked properly," River suggested, ducking round the other side.
"She works fine, Doctor Song. You just can't fly her properly." He tweaked a control, then leveled a glare at River that really wasn't much of a glare.
"Yes, sweetie, of course." River returned to his side and smiled at him. "We should probably let the others rest for a little while."
The Doctor felt awkward all at once, then firmly told himself that was silly for a 900-plus-year-old-Time Lord, and shook his head. "Of course. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a library to organize."
"Sure you couldn't use some help, dear?"
"Very sure," he muttered, stomping down the corridor and feeling ridiculously childish. River's chuckles followed him into the cathedral-like room that housed his very impressive book collection. That was the last time he suggested a nice, picnic outing for the lot of them. Really, a revolution! He blamed his TARDIS. The poor thing was getting on in years, but still liked a good scrap in her own way. Pity he no longer had the Celestial Intervention Agency to blame. That had made things easier, back when his companions questioned him less (the memory went a bit when you got to his age).
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*flails* *giggles* *more flails*
Three awesome married couples...The TARDIS must be doing (space) back-flips!!!
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Either that, or the TARDIS wants babies.
Thank you! =D
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AHAHAHAHA! Perfect!
Amy, River, and Kara - a Trifecta of Terror. :D
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Mostly, it's just practice.
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You know how they say the first x number of scripts are awful and you should toss 'em? The same holds true for prose.
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