Post by ladydetemps on Jun 1, 2007 9:41:56 GMT
This is a Doctor Who/Master & Commander crossover....yes I know I have a thing about writing crossovers.
Mr Babbington came hurrying in, his face was pale and his eyes were wide in surprise. “Sir! Sir! The most fantastic things just happened-,” he declared breathlessly, almost tripping over his words in the rush to get them out.
“Slow down lad! What is it Babbington,” asked Captain ‘Lucky’ Jack Aubrey. Directing his query to the flustered midshipman that stood in the doorway of his cabin.
“It’s a box, sir. A blue box. It just appeared out of thin air, sir,” exclaimed Babbington who seemed to be in a most aggravated sense of alarm at the prospect of such an event.
“I do not have time to waste with idle pranks, young man.”
“But, but, it was Mr Pullings that sent me to tell you. I swear on my honour I am telling the truth, sir,” he pleaded.
Captain Aubrey sighed and replied, “Very well then. I will see what this great fuss is for and I hope for your sakes it is not some foolish trick for the amusement of the lower decks.”
“Aye, sir,” replied Babbington.
***
When Captain Aubrey arrived up on quarterdeck he at once spotted the object that had excited so much anxiety in the young midshipman by its apparently miraculous appearance. The whole crew seemed to be enraptured by the blued box, which sat squarely on the main deck as if daring someone to move it. He approached the Lieutenant.
“Mr Pullings,” bellowed Aubrey at his subordinate who seemed to be as intrigued as everyone else of this plain object, and whom started at hearing the unexpected tone of his captains voice.
“Sir,” he replied giving a smart salute, “It just appeared out of nowhere. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, sir.”
“You too? I would think that you would be above such childish pranks,” replied Captain Aubrey, holding his hands behind his back and leaning forward to inspect the object of Mr Pullings astonishment. “A most particular box of tricks no doubt, but I am not duped by this tomfoolery.”
“I can assure you this is not trick of my making, sir.”
“Really, Police call box? What a ridiculous notion. How are you going to ‘call’ someone from a box?”
It was at that very moment a sound of a lock being turned was heard and the door of the battered blue wooden box swung open. There was a gasp of astonishment from one quarter, as three people stepped out of the impossibly fantastic object. The first was a young man of average stature and clearly lazy countenance as could be seen from his shabby clothes and unkempt hair. The second was a young Asian woman attired in a neatly in a trouser suit and thirdly came an older man of around forty years, with shoulder length, brown wavy hair and dressed in a style much more suiting the current fashions if a little on the daring side. The latter fellow closed the door of the box behind him and looked up seeming to only just that moment perceive that he had an audience to his arrival.
"Oh, hello," he waved in a cheery fashion. "I see we have called at an...awkward moment."
"Who are you, sir?"
"I'm the Doctor," he replied, opening the door again in a nonchalant manner. The Doctor waved his companions back into the box. "Nice meeting you, give my regards to Doctor Maturin."
He gave a cheeky wink and hopped back into the box.
Then with a cachophany of noise the blue box disappeared in front of the crew.
The End
Mr Babbington came hurrying in, his face was pale and his eyes were wide in surprise. “Sir! Sir! The most fantastic things just happened-,” he declared breathlessly, almost tripping over his words in the rush to get them out.
“Slow down lad! What is it Babbington,” asked Captain ‘Lucky’ Jack Aubrey. Directing his query to the flustered midshipman that stood in the doorway of his cabin.
“It’s a box, sir. A blue box. It just appeared out of thin air, sir,” exclaimed Babbington who seemed to be in a most aggravated sense of alarm at the prospect of such an event.
“I do not have time to waste with idle pranks, young man.”
“But, but, it was Mr Pullings that sent me to tell you. I swear on my honour I am telling the truth, sir,” he pleaded.
Captain Aubrey sighed and replied, “Very well then. I will see what this great fuss is for and I hope for your sakes it is not some foolish trick for the amusement of the lower decks.”
“Aye, sir,” replied Babbington.
***
When Captain Aubrey arrived up on quarterdeck he at once spotted the object that had excited so much anxiety in the young midshipman by its apparently miraculous appearance. The whole crew seemed to be enraptured by the blued box, which sat squarely on the main deck as if daring someone to move it. He approached the Lieutenant.
“Mr Pullings,” bellowed Aubrey at his subordinate who seemed to be as intrigued as everyone else of this plain object, and whom started at hearing the unexpected tone of his captains voice.
“Sir,” he replied giving a smart salute, “It just appeared out of nowhere. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, sir.”
“You too? I would think that you would be above such childish pranks,” replied Captain Aubrey, holding his hands behind his back and leaning forward to inspect the object of Mr Pullings astonishment. “A most particular box of tricks no doubt, but I am not duped by this tomfoolery.”
“I can assure you this is not trick of my making, sir.”
“Really, Police call box? What a ridiculous notion. How are you going to ‘call’ someone from a box?”
It was at that very moment a sound of a lock being turned was heard and the door of the battered blue wooden box swung open. There was a gasp of astonishment from one quarter, as three people stepped out of the impossibly fantastic object. The first was a young man of average stature and clearly lazy countenance as could be seen from his shabby clothes and unkempt hair. The second was a young Asian woman attired in a neatly in a trouser suit and thirdly came an older man of around forty years, with shoulder length, brown wavy hair and dressed in a style much more suiting the current fashions if a little on the daring side. The latter fellow closed the door of the box behind him and looked up seeming to only just that moment perceive that he had an audience to his arrival.
"Oh, hello," he waved in a cheery fashion. "I see we have called at an...awkward moment."
"Who are you, sir?"
"I'm the Doctor," he replied, opening the door again in a nonchalant manner. The Doctor waved his companions back into the box. "Nice meeting you, give my regards to Doctor Maturin."
He gave a cheeky wink and hopped back into the box.
Then with a cachophany of noise the blue box disappeared in front of the crew.
The End
I enjoyed that. Age of Sail + Eight = Happiness
