Post by ladydetemps on May 31, 2007 15:16:52 GMT
I hope this is the right place to post this. Its also on teaspoon but kinda go swallowed up before many peeps read it.
Its a crossover between HH and DW set during the events of Mutiny/Retribution. I thought it would be amusing to have the 8th Doc and LT Bush meet. Oh, and Fleur is an original character. Usual disclaimers apply.
The Infinity Principal
Chapter 1
The heat of the tropical sun beat down on the scene unfolding. The Doctor sat his eyes closed, in his shirtsleeves on the bowsprit of the sloop Dolphin, arms out wide letting the wind ruffle his auburn curls, as the cooling sea spray soaked him.
“Isn’t this invigorating?” he yelled, the joy evident in his voice.
His travelling companion, her face pale, didn’t reply as she leant over the side feeling a little worse for wear.
“Fleur! Come on, join me!”
“I’d rather not,” replied Fleur, brushing back her long, cherry blonde hair. Never one to miss an opportunity to delve into the dressing up box, she had on a white sailor suit complete with blue ribbon headband. “I’d rather go below, have a little lay down.”
“A bit of fresh air won’t hurt you.”
“It’s not the air I object to.”
“You should learn to enjoy it, my lady.”
“And you should learn to act your age. Get down from there, you might fall off and then what will we do?”
“Laugh,” he replied, reluctantly climbing down. He landed on the deck with both feet, a wide grin on his face. “Smile, it might not happen.”
“But it will. We both know that.”
“It’s a simple problem. We just fix it, and then I take you back to your pretty little citadel and your son. And we will all be happy.”
“Don’t think that it’s your company I object to. It’s this crew. Where did you get them from, pirates are us?”
“A friend - who knows about these things - recommended them to me.”
“Well he’s done you up like a kipper. It’s like being in Treasure Island.”
“I always preferred Kidnapped myself.”
“You just like playing captain.”
“Oh, you know me so well,” he replied with a hint of sarcasm. “I can’t resist a bit of gold braid and a funny hat.”
Fleur tutted loudly. She held out a small electronic device a size and shape of a saucer in her hand, glancing at the screen.
“Are you sure we will find the eye of the storm in all this interference?”
“We’ll find it.” He laid a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t you worry.”
“What will you tell the crew? You can’t have given them the whole story or they wouldn’t be here.”
“I may have told a few tales.”
“How will you explain us heading to the place on the map marked ‘here be dragons’?”
“Simple. Gold.”
***
The Doctor sat in his cabin slumped in the chair, his hands laid across his chest as his eyes fluttered closed. He never admitted to sleeping, not in polite company anyway, but there was no harm in resting his eyes. Fleur on the other hand, unusually for a Time Lord, was already asleep in the cot behind the screen to his right. He could hear her gentle breathing as she slumbered. At least while she slept she wouldn’t be feeling nauseas and thus cranky. The tracking device was ticking away on the desk, charting their position in relation to the anomaly. He still wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it, but hoped that when the time came it would all fit into place. His eyes felt surprisingly heavy, must be the fresh sea air he thought, letting sleep overtake him.
***
He was woken abruptly, shaken like a pepper pot by an unseen hand, as he felt the ship heel to one side. Thunder rumbled in the distance as water crashed against the window. The Doctor’s eyes snapped open.
“Trouble?” was the only word he uttered.
“What do you think?” replied Fleur, tetchily, as she grabbed hold of him to steady herself as the ship heeled over once again. Adding, “You snore.”
“No I don’t.”
He got to his feet bracing himself against the listing deck of the ship.
“I don’t like this,” said Fleur.
“Neither do I,” he replied. “We’re carrying too much sail.”
“Since when did you know anything about boats?”
“It’s not a boat it’s a ship. And I’ve been doing my research.”
He went to open the door when Fleur put a restraining arm on his shoulder.
“You’re not going out there are you?”
“Of course I am.”
“Well, you aren’t going without me,” she said, picking up a cloak, putting it on and pulling up the hood.
“That’s not going to keep you dry.”
“You are the one who insists on going out there.”
“They might be waiting for my orders.”
***
In the dark of night, the wind and waves buffeted the sloop, the cold water washing over the bulwark soaking the Doctor and his companion.
“I’m soaked,” complained Fleur.
“I told you the cloak wouldn’t help. Where are the crew?”
“They’re obviously sensible enough to stay out of the rain.”
“That’s not how it works. Look, there’s no one at the helm.”
He made to grab the wheel that was spinning out of control, pulling on it with all his weight in an effort to steady their erratic course. Fleur went to help him, adding her strength to the mix but together they could barely keep control.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s the crew’s job,” she complained, wiping the water from her eyes.
“All hands! All hands on deck!” the Doctor yelled in the vain hope that Fleur’s misguided reasoning was correct. “There’s no one aboard except us and we can’t sail this ship on our own.”
“You pilot the TARDIS on your own?”
“This is an entirely different kettle of fish.”
“Where’s your remote? We can call the TARDIS back here and-,”
“Its no use,” he showed her the tracking device. “We’re too near the anomaly and anyway I don’t have a remote, at least not anymore.”
“We’re going to drown then?”
“Not if I can help it, my lady.”
“Then can we go back to the cabin in the dry?”
The sound of splintering wood and shattering glass prevented that request being fulfilled. A wave had hit the stern, smashing the window.
“Leave the helm. We can’t do anything useful by holding on now. I need some rope.”
“There’s plenty to choose from,” she replied, frustrated, as another wave nearly swept them overboard.
The Doctor grabbed up a length of rope, and then taking her by the hand he struggled over to the main mast. He lashed them both securely to the mast.
“We won’t be swept over the side now.”
“But if the ship sinks we go down with it, you fool!”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“I don’t want to die,” sobbed Fleur. “I’m not ready yet. Who will look after my son when I’m gone?”
“He’s twenty years old.”
“He still needs his mum.”
“You’re not his real mother.”
“How can you say something so cruel when we are going to die?”
“It’s true and anyway we are not going to die. You’re with me, aren’t you?”
“That’s no guarantee.”
“You have to trust me,” replied the Doctor, as the storm raged on. He looked her straight in the eye and added confidently. “We will be fine.”
“I’m not some spotty teenager with a crush anymore. I’m not going to think everything will be alright just because you look at me with those,” she paused, pushing back a sigh, “eyes of yours and tell me in your most reassuring tone its all fine.”
Its a crossover between HH and DW set during the events of Mutiny/Retribution. I thought it would be amusing to have the 8th Doc and LT Bush meet. Oh, and Fleur is an original character. Usual disclaimers apply.
The Infinity Principal
Chapter 1
The heat of the tropical sun beat down on the scene unfolding. The Doctor sat his eyes closed, in his shirtsleeves on the bowsprit of the sloop Dolphin, arms out wide letting the wind ruffle his auburn curls, as the cooling sea spray soaked him.
“Isn’t this invigorating?” he yelled, the joy evident in his voice.
His travelling companion, her face pale, didn’t reply as she leant over the side feeling a little worse for wear.
“Fleur! Come on, join me!”
“I’d rather not,” replied Fleur, brushing back her long, cherry blonde hair. Never one to miss an opportunity to delve into the dressing up box, she had on a white sailor suit complete with blue ribbon headband. “I’d rather go below, have a little lay down.”
“A bit of fresh air won’t hurt you.”
“It’s not the air I object to.”
“You should learn to enjoy it, my lady.”
“And you should learn to act your age. Get down from there, you might fall off and then what will we do?”
“Laugh,” he replied, reluctantly climbing down. He landed on the deck with both feet, a wide grin on his face. “Smile, it might not happen.”
“But it will. We both know that.”
“It’s a simple problem. We just fix it, and then I take you back to your pretty little citadel and your son. And we will all be happy.”
“Don’t think that it’s your company I object to. It’s this crew. Where did you get them from, pirates are us?”
“A friend - who knows about these things - recommended them to me.”
“Well he’s done you up like a kipper. It’s like being in Treasure Island.”
“I always preferred Kidnapped myself.”
“You just like playing captain.”
“Oh, you know me so well,” he replied with a hint of sarcasm. “I can’t resist a bit of gold braid and a funny hat.”
Fleur tutted loudly. She held out a small electronic device a size and shape of a saucer in her hand, glancing at the screen.
“Are you sure we will find the eye of the storm in all this interference?”
“We’ll find it.” He laid a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t you worry.”
“What will you tell the crew? You can’t have given them the whole story or they wouldn’t be here.”
“I may have told a few tales.”
“How will you explain us heading to the place on the map marked ‘here be dragons’?”
“Simple. Gold.”
***
The Doctor sat in his cabin slumped in the chair, his hands laid across his chest as his eyes fluttered closed. He never admitted to sleeping, not in polite company anyway, but there was no harm in resting his eyes. Fleur on the other hand, unusually for a Time Lord, was already asleep in the cot behind the screen to his right. He could hear her gentle breathing as she slumbered. At least while she slept she wouldn’t be feeling nauseas and thus cranky. The tracking device was ticking away on the desk, charting their position in relation to the anomaly. He still wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it, but hoped that when the time came it would all fit into place. His eyes felt surprisingly heavy, must be the fresh sea air he thought, letting sleep overtake him.
***
He was woken abruptly, shaken like a pepper pot by an unseen hand, as he felt the ship heel to one side. Thunder rumbled in the distance as water crashed against the window. The Doctor’s eyes snapped open.
“Trouble?” was the only word he uttered.
“What do you think?” replied Fleur, tetchily, as she grabbed hold of him to steady herself as the ship heeled over once again. Adding, “You snore.”
“No I don’t.”
He got to his feet bracing himself against the listing deck of the ship.
“I don’t like this,” said Fleur.
“Neither do I,” he replied. “We’re carrying too much sail.”
“Since when did you know anything about boats?”
“It’s not a boat it’s a ship. And I’ve been doing my research.”
He went to open the door when Fleur put a restraining arm on his shoulder.
“You’re not going out there are you?”
“Of course I am.”
“Well, you aren’t going without me,” she said, picking up a cloak, putting it on and pulling up the hood.
“That’s not going to keep you dry.”
“You are the one who insists on going out there.”
“They might be waiting for my orders.”
***
In the dark of night, the wind and waves buffeted the sloop, the cold water washing over the bulwark soaking the Doctor and his companion.
“I’m soaked,” complained Fleur.
“I told you the cloak wouldn’t help. Where are the crew?”
“They’re obviously sensible enough to stay out of the rain.”
“That’s not how it works. Look, there’s no one at the helm.”
He made to grab the wheel that was spinning out of control, pulling on it with all his weight in an effort to steady their erratic course. Fleur went to help him, adding her strength to the mix but together they could barely keep control.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s the crew’s job,” she complained, wiping the water from her eyes.
“All hands! All hands on deck!” the Doctor yelled in the vain hope that Fleur’s misguided reasoning was correct. “There’s no one aboard except us and we can’t sail this ship on our own.”
“You pilot the TARDIS on your own?”
“This is an entirely different kettle of fish.”
“Where’s your remote? We can call the TARDIS back here and-,”
“Its no use,” he showed her the tracking device. “We’re too near the anomaly and anyway I don’t have a remote, at least not anymore.”
“We’re going to drown then?”
“Not if I can help it, my lady.”
“Then can we go back to the cabin in the dry?”
The sound of splintering wood and shattering glass prevented that request being fulfilled. A wave had hit the stern, smashing the window.
“Leave the helm. We can’t do anything useful by holding on now. I need some rope.”
“There’s plenty to choose from,” she replied, frustrated, as another wave nearly swept them overboard.
The Doctor grabbed up a length of rope, and then taking her by the hand he struggled over to the main mast. He lashed them both securely to the mast.
“We won’t be swept over the side now.”
“But if the ship sinks we go down with it, you fool!”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“I don’t want to die,” sobbed Fleur. “I’m not ready yet. Who will look after my son when I’m gone?”
“He’s twenty years old.”
“He still needs his mum.”
“You’re not his real mother.”
“How can you say something so cruel when we are going to die?”
“It’s true and anyway we are not going to die. You’re with me, aren’t you?”
“That’s no guarantee.”
“You have to trust me,” replied the Doctor, as the storm raged on. He looked her straight in the eye and added confidently. “We will be fine.”
“I’m not some spotty teenager with a crush anymore. I’m not going to think everything will be alright just because you look at me with those,” she paused, pushing back a sigh, “eyes of yours and tell me in your most reassuring tone its all fine.”
