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And Then The TARDIS Fell Into Pete’s World. Chapter 5.
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This one's a little rough since my beta has just gone on holiday, but there's more Rory, so I'm hoping you won't notice the writing. Previous chapters here if anyone wants to catch up. (Also this chapter picks up straight where the other left off, I hope this won't be too jarring.)
Title: And Then The TARDIS Fell Into Pete’s World.
Rating: PG
Characters: TenToo, Rose, Eleven, Amy, Rory, River, Jackie.
Genre: AU crack!fic.
Spoilers: ALL OF S5 OMG!!!!
Setting: Post-The Big Bang.
Summary: The TARDIS falls into Pete’s World. Stuff happens. (I don’t know yet. It’s a thing in progress. Respect the thing.)
Wordcount: Approx 2100 words.
Chapter 5
“Now that is a good story! The Story of The Two Doctors,” Rose’s Doctor began, beaming, as he led them up the garden path. “Or the three Doctors, rather, if we count Donna…” he faltered slightly, then looked at Rose and re-gained his smile.
“And Rose of course. It’s a long story, but if we’re making tea anyway...”
“Actually-” Amy cut in, “could the story wait? Rory and I thought we could go exploring. You know - find our other selves and see how they’re doing.”
“Well Amy thought that it’d be fun,” Rory said, a little nervously, clearly wanting to distance himself from the idea.
“Ah,” Rose’s Doctor began, running a hand through his hair as he stopped walking.
“Now. I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”
Amy stopped too, slowly folded her arms, and looked Rose’s Doctor over from head to foot.
“Not ‘let’ us? Who do you think you are?”
“I’m the Doctor!” he answered, chin held high, and Rose couldn’t help a tiny smile of triumph, still remembering far too vividly all the days when he’d felt he was nothing at all.
Amy, however, was clearly not impressed.
“Well you’re not my Doctor, and quite frankly I’d like to see you try to stop me!”
“...I’m sorry?” Rose’s Doctor asked, flummoxed. “Listen, I’m not trying to be a kill-joy, but your other selves could... Well, just trust me that you shouldn’t meet!”
Amy’s eyes narrowed.
“Trust, Mister, is something that needs to be earned, did no one ever tell you that?”
“But...” the Doctor began, searching for words, but Amy wasn’t finished.
“Oh I know you’re brilliant, but you’re not exactly infallible. Also, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even exist,” she poked his chest with a finger, “so back off, understood?”
The Doctor stared at her.
“Good grief, are you always this impossible?”
Rory carefully reached out and put a hand on his wife’s arm.
“Amy...”
Amy however ignored him completely, leaning forward and looking straight into the Doctor’s eyes.
“Yes,” she answered. “Are you always this rude?”
A beat, then a smile slowly spread across the Doctor’s face.
“Oh yes. Rude and not ginger, that’s me!”
For a moment Amy seemed unsure how to respond to this, then nodded curtly.
“OK. Now, please explain why we shouldn’t find our parallel selves.”
The Doctor shot Rose a swift look, clearly a little unsure how to deal with this, but then Rory came to his rescue.
“Well it wouldn’t be fair to them, would it? I mean, we get to go off travelling, and they’ll be stuck here. And parallel you might not... appreciate that.”
Amy looked at him speculatively.
“I suppose you have a point,” she conceded, and the Doctor swiftly jumped in.
“Precisely! And there’s also the fact that you don’t know if, well, if you’re together here. Or even here at all!”
Rory and Amy suddenly tensed, their hands finding each other’s instinctively, but then Amy shook her head defiantly.
“No. The Doctor fixed the cracks, we’ll be here.”
Rose’s Doctor tilted his head.
“Cracks?”
“That’s part of our story,” Rory explained. “It’s... complicated. But we are here, definitely.”
Rose, realising that they didn’t understand what the Doctor meant, decided to explain a little more.
“Maybe, maybe not - my parallel parents here got really rich and never had a daughter. So maybe your parents didn’t either... Or something happened and you never got together.”
Amy clearly thought that this idea was ridiculous, and shook her head again, as stubborn as ever.
“Oh we’re here. And we’re together.”
“But you can’t know that!” the Doctor said, and Amy turned to Rory and smiled. He matched her smile, and replied, voice soft but unshakably confident.
“Yes we can.”
Turning to Rose and the Doctor he continued.
“Sorry, but you don’t know us.”
“We have the best story ever!” Amy added, smiling proudly.
The Doctor looked from one to the other, and Rose knew the look on his face far too well. He was going to play the I’m-more-brilliant-than-you game. Again. Would he never get tired of it?
“Did it, by any chance, involve one of you travelling across dimensions?”
“No…” Amy said slowly.
“Ah. Well then Rose and I might have you beat.”
Amy pursed her lips, looking speculative.
“Did you die?”
“How dead are we talking?” Rose asked, and Rory coughed a little.
“Very.”
The Doctor studied them, clearly enjoying himself far too much.
“Can I ask which one of you died?”
“Both of us,” Amy answered coolly. “Twice.”
“Well the first time it was just a dream,” Rory cut in, and Amy rolled her eyes.
“We didn’t know that!”
“That is true...”
Rose sighed.
“Well I am going to go make some tea now. Why don’t we all go inside and we can tell our stories with a nice cuppa to warm us up, instead of standing around on my parents’ lawn, yeah?”
“That-” Rory said, emphasising his point with a raised finger, “is an excellent idea.”
***
An hour later they were still talking. They’d made tea, and drunk it, along with what biscuits Rose had been able to unearth from the corner of the kitchen that wasn’t a building site, and Rose and her Doctor had told pretty much the whole of their story – jumping back and forth between old adventures and new, with Amy and Rory thankfully able to keep up most of the time.
They were so busy talking that they never noticed the sound of the TARDIS engines, and didn’t realise that the others were back until the door to the sitting room burst open, revealing the living whirlwind that was Rose’s little brother.
Her little brother who was wearing what looked like an upside down flowerpot on his head...
“Rose! We went to the cinema and saw Aladdin, but it was in past and it was so cool and then we went shopping and look, the Doctor bought us hats like Aladdin’s, but mum said that I couldn’t have a monkey like Abu even though the Doctor said that he could get me one if she said yes...”
Taking her eyes off Tony’s animated features for a moment, Rose saw the New Doctor walk through the door, a fez proudly on top of his head too. River followed, walking straight past him and shooting Amy a look of warning.
“Don’t. Say. A. Word. He found an ally.”
The New Doctor beamed. “Indeed I did. Tony - how do you like your new hat?”
“It’s brilliant! Fezzes are cool!”
Then he noticed Amy and Rory and ran off to talk to the strangers, helping himself to a handful of biscuits on the way.
Jackie walked through the door a moment later, as the Doctor and River, with unconscious synchronicity, seated themselves in adjacent armchairs.
Jackie shook her head.
“Oh Lord, I need a cuppa! Rose dear, tell me that there’s some left?”
“Well there is some, but I’m not sure how hot it is,” Rose said, as her Doctor leaned forward inquisitively, eyes darting between Tony and the New Doctor.
“So… what happened?”
The New Doctor smiled.
“We went to see Aladdin. In 1992, when it was still on in the cinema.”
“Do you remember when I took you, Rose? You were about Tony’s age,” Jackie cut in, looking up at Rose who was handing her a tea cup. “I swear, this time travel thing messes with your head.”
“I don’t think that justifies trying to poison me!” the New Doctor said, with a frown, and Rose blinked.
“Sorry what?”
“She bought something called ‘sweet popcorn’,” the New Doctor said, barely suppressing a shudder, “– hideous, hideous stuff, and it took me half the film to get the remnants out of my teeth.”
River reached out and patted his arm.
“It’s terrible how you suffer,” she observed drily, and the New Doctor shot Rose a pleading look.
“Rose – you used to care about me, didn’t you? Do you think you might have something nice in your kitchen for your poor old Doctor? Fish custard maybe? I need to get rid of the aftertaste.”
“Some what?” Rose asked, as River rolled her eyes and turned to Rose’s mum.
“Jackie? I love your house - would you mind giving me a tour?”
“Sure,” Jackie replied, emptying her cup. “Although I’m afraid it’s not as fancy as the TARDIS…”
“Having rooms that don’t move is not a drawback in my world,” River said, with a smile. “But I must confess to an ulterior motive - I’m trying to compose a paper on the evolution of ancient architecture, but what with all the running around it’s kinda ground to a halt. This would be a wonderful addition to my research – I don’t suppose you have the original architectural plans?”
Jackie shook her head mutely and then noticed Tony’s pile of biscuits.
“Oh no you don’t, young man!”
“But mum-“
“You can go get your homework, you cheeky little so-and-so.”
Tony’s face fell. “Can’t I come with you, showing the house to River? Oh and Amy and Rory can come too, because they’ve never been in a house this big and I promised Rory to show him my Legos and Amy said…”
“Fine! The more the merrier,” Jackie said, throwing out her arms, and Amy and Rory laughed as Tony grabbed their hands and pulled them out of their seats.
But when he tried the same trick with his fez-wearing new friend, the New Doctor shook his head.
“I think I’ll sit this one out, Tony. I’m not exactly as agile as you or Aladdin.”
He patted Tony’s fez with a smile, and Tony grinned and then ran off, calling to the others to come and see his bedroom. They all followed obediently, apart from River who turned in the doorway and told both Doctors to behave themselves. When the door closed behind her, Rose turned to her own Doctor, determined to get some answers.
“So… how do you know her? You’ve never mentioned her.”
Something close to worry or guilt shot across his face.
“I… don’t really know her, to be honest…”
He looked at the New Doctor.
“And actually I was wondering, Doctor… I mean, you seem to… if you don’t mind talking about it…”
The New Doctor studied Rose’s Doctor silently, then tilted his head a little.
“Amy and I went to Planet One,” he finally said, and Rose could almost feel the disappointment that surged through her own Doctor, as he realised that his other self wasn’t prepared to share. Then he suddenly sat up more straight.
“Planet One? Why did I never-? Rose! I should have taken you there!”
“What’s Planet One?” she asked and he turned to her, excitedly.
“Oldest planet in the universe. It is said that there is a cliff face of pure diamonds, bearing the oldest writing in history. Letters fifty feet high carved into the rock, never translated…”
He turned back to the New Doctor, eyes bright.
“What does it say?”
The New Doctor leaned further back into his armchair, hands folded across his stomach and the fez now at a jaunty angle on his head. He looked utterly incongruous, and the smile on his face was one of thinly disguised glee.
“Hello Sweetie,” he announced, and Rose’s Doctor’s jaw dropped.
“You mean…”
“She needed to get my attention.”
“So she graffitied the oldest cliff face in the world?”
“Exactly,” the New Doctor said, clearly immensely proud. “In answer to your question: That’s my River.”
“Right…” Rose’s Doctor said, and the New Doctor leaned forward.
“It’s a game. The game. The one we always play, and she is magnificent!” He paused, suddenly frowning. “But don’t tell her I said that, or she’ll get ideas. And she’s got enough of those already.”
"Wait," Rose said, unable to help a teasing smile. "You said she was yours. Does that mean that you are... married?"
The New Doctor shifted in his chair, hands flexing and betraying his discomfort.
“Well she is married, I’m not. And considering what she's like, I honestly don't know what to make of it. Time will tell, I suppose."
Rose's Doctor was about to speak when suddenly the door burst open again, and the lady in question strode into the room, some kind of rectangular technical gizmo in her hand.
“Sweetie?“ she said, holding it out to the New Doctor, “I think we have a problem.”
A second later the big screen above the fireplace switched itself on, and Rose’s father’s face appeared.
“Doctor? Oh you’re there. Good. We have a problem.”
The two Doctors looked at each other, and smiled.
Chapter 6.
sapphire_child for inspiring me by very kindly making my shiny new icon, which you can find various variations of in this post. :) This one's a little rough since my beta has just gone on holiday, but there's more Rory, so I'm hoping you won't notice the writing. Previous chapters here if anyone wants to catch up. (Also this chapter picks up straight where the other left off, I hope this won't be too jarring.)
Title: And Then The TARDIS Fell Into Pete’s World.
Rating: PG
Characters: TenToo, Rose, Eleven, Amy, Rory, River, Jackie.
Genre: AU crack!fic.
Spoilers: ALL OF S5 OMG!!!!
Setting: Post-The Big Bang.
Summary: The TARDIS falls into Pete’s World. Stuff happens. (I don’t know yet. It’s a thing in progress. Respect the thing.)
Wordcount: Approx 2100 words.
“Now that is a good story! The Story of The Two Doctors,” Rose’s Doctor began, beaming, as he led them up the garden path. “Or the three Doctors, rather, if we count Donna…” he faltered slightly, then looked at Rose and re-gained his smile.
“And Rose of course. It’s a long story, but if we’re making tea anyway...”
“Actually-” Amy cut in, “could the story wait? Rory and I thought we could go exploring. You know - find our other selves and see how they’re doing.”
“Well Amy thought that it’d be fun,” Rory said, a little nervously, clearly wanting to distance himself from the idea.
“Ah,” Rose’s Doctor began, running a hand through his hair as he stopped walking.
“Now. I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”
Amy stopped too, slowly folded her arms, and looked Rose’s Doctor over from head to foot.
“Not ‘let’ us? Who do you think you are?”
“I’m the Doctor!” he answered, chin held high, and Rose couldn’t help a tiny smile of triumph, still remembering far too vividly all the days when he’d felt he was nothing at all.
Amy, however, was clearly not impressed.
“Well you’re not my Doctor, and quite frankly I’d like to see you try to stop me!”
“...I’m sorry?” Rose’s Doctor asked, flummoxed. “Listen, I’m not trying to be a kill-joy, but your other selves could... Well, just trust me that you shouldn’t meet!”
Amy’s eyes narrowed.
“Trust, Mister, is something that needs to be earned, did no one ever tell you that?”
“But...” the Doctor began, searching for words, but Amy wasn’t finished.
“Oh I know you’re brilliant, but you’re not exactly infallible. Also, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even exist,” she poked his chest with a finger, “so back off, understood?”
The Doctor stared at her.
“Good grief, are you always this impossible?”
Rory carefully reached out and put a hand on his wife’s arm.
“Amy...”
Amy however ignored him completely, leaning forward and looking straight into the Doctor’s eyes.
“Yes,” she answered. “Are you always this rude?”
A beat, then a smile slowly spread across the Doctor’s face.
“Oh yes. Rude and not ginger, that’s me!”
For a moment Amy seemed unsure how to respond to this, then nodded curtly.
“OK. Now, please explain why we shouldn’t find our parallel selves.”
The Doctor shot Rose a swift look, clearly a little unsure how to deal with this, but then Rory came to his rescue.
“Well it wouldn’t be fair to them, would it? I mean, we get to go off travelling, and they’ll be stuck here. And parallel you might not... appreciate that.”
Amy looked at him speculatively.
“I suppose you have a point,” she conceded, and the Doctor swiftly jumped in.
“Precisely! And there’s also the fact that you don’t know if, well, if you’re together here. Or even here at all!”
Rory and Amy suddenly tensed, their hands finding each other’s instinctively, but then Amy shook her head defiantly.
“No. The Doctor fixed the cracks, we’ll be here.”
Rose’s Doctor tilted his head.
“Cracks?”
“That’s part of our story,” Rory explained. “It’s... complicated. But we are here, definitely.”
Rose, realising that they didn’t understand what the Doctor meant, decided to explain a little more.
“Maybe, maybe not - my parallel parents here got really rich and never had a daughter. So maybe your parents didn’t either... Or something happened and you never got together.”
Amy clearly thought that this idea was ridiculous, and shook her head again, as stubborn as ever.
“Oh we’re here. And we’re together.”
“But you can’t know that!” the Doctor said, and Amy turned to Rory and smiled. He matched her smile, and replied, voice soft but unshakably confident.
“Yes we can.”
Turning to Rose and the Doctor he continued.
“Sorry, but you don’t know us.”
“We have the best story ever!” Amy added, smiling proudly.
The Doctor looked from one to the other, and Rose knew the look on his face far too well. He was going to play the I’m-more-brilliant-than-you game. Again. Would he never get tired of it?
“Did it, by any chance, involve one of you travelling across dimensions?”
“No…” Amy said slowly.
“Ah. Well then Rose and I might have you beat.”
Amy pursed her lips, looking speculative.
“Did you die?”
“How dead are we talking?” Rose asked, and Rory coughed a little.
“Very.”
The Doctor studied them, clearly enjoying himself far too much.
“Can I ask which one of you died?”
“Both of us,” Amy answered coolly. “Twice.”
“Well the first time it was just a dream,” Rory cut in, and Amy rolled her eyes.
“We didn’t know that!”
“That is true...”
Rose sighed.
“Well I am going to go make some tea now. Why don’t we all go inside and we can tell our stories with a nice cuppa to warm us up, instead of standing around on my parents’ lawn, yeah?”
“That-” Rory said, emphasising his point with a raised finger, “is an excellent idea.”
An hour later they were still talking. They’d made tea, and drunk it, along with what biscuits Rose had been able to unearth from the corner of the kitchen that wasn’t a building site, and Rose and her Doctor had told pretty much the whole of their story – jumping back and forth between old adventures and new, with Amy and Rory thankfully able to keep up most of the time.
They were so busy talking that they never noticed the sound of the TARDIS engines, and didn’t realise that the others were back until the door to the sitting room burst open, revealing the living whirlwind that was Rose’s little brother.
Her little brother who was wearing what looked like an upside down flowerpot on his head...
“Rose! We went to the cinema and saw Aladdin, but it was in past and it was so cool and then we went shopping and look, the Doctor bought us hats like Aladdin’s, but mum said that I couldn’t have a monkey like Abu even though the Doctor said that he could get me one if she said yes...”
Taking her eyes off Tony’s animated features for a moment, Rose saw the New Doctor walk through the door, a fez proudly on top of his head too. River followed, walking straight past him and shooting Amy a look of warning.
“Don’t. Say. A. Word. He found an ally.”
The New Doctor beamed. “Indeed I did. Tony - how do you like your new hat?”
“It’s brilliant! Fezzes are cool!”
Then he noticed Amy and Rory and ran off to talk to the strangers, helping himself to a handful of biscuits on the way.
Jackie walked through the door a moment later, as the Doctor and River, with unconscious synchronicity, seated themselves in adjacent armchairs.
Jackie shook her head.
“Oh Lord, I need a cuppa! Rose dear, tell me that there’s some left?”
“Well there is some, but I’m not sure how hot it is,” Rose said, as her Doctor leaned forward inquisitively, eyes darting between Tony and the New Doctor.
“So… what happened?”
The New Doctor smiled.
“We went to see Aladdin. In 1992, when it was still on in the cinema.”
“Do you remember when I took you, Rose? You were about Tony’s age,” Jackie cut in, looking up at Rose who was handing her a tea cup. “I swear, this time travel thing messes with your head.”
“I don’t think that justifies trying to poison me!” the New Doctor said, with a frown, and Rose blinked.
“Sorry what?”
“She bought something called ‘sweet popcorn’,” the New Doctor said, barely suppressing a shudder, “– hideous, hideous stuff, and it took me half the film to get the remnants out of my teeth.”
River reached out and patted his arm.
“It’s terrible how you suffer,” she observed drily, and the New Doctor shot Rose a pleading look.
“Rose – you used to care about me, didn’t you? Do you think you might have something nice in your kitchen for your poor old Doctor? Fish custard maybe? I need to get rid of the aftertaste.”
“Some what?” Rose asked, as River rolled her eyes and turned to Rose’s mum.
“Jackie? I love your house - would you mind giving me a tour?”
“Sure,” Jackie replied, emptying her cup. “Although I’m afraid it’s not as fancy as the TARDIS…”
“Having rooms that don’t move is not a drawback in my world,” River said, with a smile. “But I must confess to an ulterior motive - I’m trying to compose a paper on the evolution of ancient architecture, but what with all the running around it’s kinda ground to a halt. This would be a wonderful addition to my research – I don’t suppose you have the original architectural plans?”
Jackie shook her head mutely and then noticed Tony’s pile of biscuits.
“Oh no you don’t, young man!”
“But mum-“
“You can go get your homework, you cheeky little so-and-so.”
Tony’s face fell. “Can’t I come with you, showing the house to River? Oh and Amy and Rory can come too, because they’ve never been in a house this big and I promised Rory to show him my Legos and Amy said…”
“Fine! The more the merrier,” Jackie said, throwing out her arms, and Amy and Rory laughed as Tony grabbed their hands and pulled them out of their seats.
But when he tried the same trick with his fez-wearing new friend, the New Doctor shook his head.
“I think I’ll sit this one out, Tony. I’m not exactly as agile as you or Aladdin.”
He patted Tony’s fez with a smile, and Tony grinned and then ran off, calling to the others to come and see his bedroom. They all followed obediently, apart from River who turned in the doorway and told both Doctors to behave themselves. When the door closed behind her, Rose turned to her own Doctor, determined to get some answers.
“So… how do you know her? You’ve never mentioned her.”
Something close to worry or guilt shot across his face.
“I… don’t really know her, to be honest…”
He looked at the New Doctor.
“And actually I was wondering, Doctor… I mean, you seem to… if you don’t mind talking about it…”
The New Doctor studied Rose’s Doctor silently, then tilted his head a little.
“Amy and I went to Planet One,” he finally said, and Rose could almost feel the disappointment that surged through her own Doctor, as he realised that his other self wasn’t prepared to share. Then he suddenly sat up more straight.
“Planet One? Why did I never-? Rose! I should have taken you there!”
“What’s Planet One?” she asked and he turned to her, excitedly.
“Oldest planet in the universe. It is said that there is a cliff face of pure diamonds, bearing the oldest writing in history. Letters fifty feet high carved into the rock, never translated…”
He turned back to the New Doctor, eyes bright.
“What does it say?”
The New Doctor leaned further back into his armchair, hands folded across his stomach and the fez now at a jaunty angle on his head. He looked utterly incongruous, and the smile on his face was one of thinly disguised glee.
“Hello Sweetie,” he announced, and Rose’s Doctor’s jaw dropped.
“You mean…”
“She needed to get my attention.”
“So she graffitied the oldest cliff face in the world?”
“Exactly,” the New Doctor said, clearly immensely proud. “In answer to your question: That’s my River.”
“Right…” Rose’s Doctor said, and the New Doctor leaned forward.
“It’s a game. The game. The one we always play, and she is magnificent!” He paused, suddenly frowning. “But don’t tell her I said that, or she’ll get ideas. And she’s got enough of those already.”
"Wait," Rose said, unable to help a teasing smile. "You said she was yours. Does that mean that you are... married?"
The New Doctor shifted in his chair, hands flexing and betraying his discomfort.
“Well she is married, I’m not. And considering what she's like, I honestly don't know what to make of it. Time will tell, I suppose."
Rose's Doctor was about to speak when suddenly the door burst open again, and the lady in question strode into the room, some kind of rectangular technical gizmo in her hand.
“Sweetie?“ she said, holding it out to the New Doctor, “I think we have a problem.”
A second later the big screen above the fireplace switched itself on, and Rose’s father’s face appeared.
“Doctor? Oh you’re there. Good. We have a problem.”
The two Doctors looked at each other, and smiled.
Chapter 6.