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FIC: Three Timelords, One TARDIS [AU]
Title: Three Timelords, One TARDIS
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (Eleven), the Pandorica (Amy), the Centurion (Rory), OFC (Violet), Pandorica/Centurion.
Word Count: 1,691
Rating: PG.
Summary: The end of a long day: the Doctor's regeneration damages the TARDIS and the three Time Lords crash land in the garden of a little girl who could use some help with that mysterious crack in her wall.
Author's Notes: Quick FAQ: Where the hell did this come from? The prompt was from the AU theme at comment_fic,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
owleyes_arisen asked for Timelord!Amy (the Pandorica), Timelord!Rory (the Centurion), and the Doctor. This is what came out. Do you know what's going on in here? A little. It takes place during the beginning of The Eleventh Hour. No, I mean, do you really know what's going on? I was actually ignoring as much chatter as possible because now I have ideas. You did THIS WRONG!!! Well. Sorry. This is unbetaed so I'll fix errors as my tired brain sees them. Should I review? Duh. Is that really the title? STFU.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Doctor Who. If I did I would stop killing Rory.
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The landing was hard and sudden, but it was a landing, and the TARDIS was no longer hurtling through time and space and throwing them about. In the control room, the Centurion held on to the creaking railing as his feet kicked for ground. Instead, he swung his leg over the bar, and pulled himself to sit on it. He allowed a breath before he called, "Pan? Doctor?"
For a moment the sizzle of the console and pop of it sparking was his only answer, but then he heard a distant, "I'm here. I'm fine!"
He released his breath. "Doctor with you?"
"No, I think he fell a bit further," the Pandorica replied, and there was a great crash that made the Centurion wince. "Hold on, I'm coming up!"
"Stay where you are. I'll... get out, see where we are, right us and we can -- are you listening to me?" Another crash and the TSCH of heavy equipment attaching to the floors. He looked over the edge; the Pandorica was using her Wall Climbers, "liberated" from Torchwood after tossing Daleks and Cybermen into the void to scale her way back to the console room. "No. Of course not," the Centurion said to himself.
She made her slow climb, and when she was almost there she finally looked up at him, and blew some ginger hair out of her face. "Pretty cool, huh?" she said, obviously pleased with herself.
"Yes, you're quite clever, darling," he told her, although he couldn't help but give her a smile.
"OI," their third party member shouted from the direction the Pandorica had just come.
"Doctor!" The Pandorica nearly fell with the sudden excitement. "Are you okay?"
"Pan? Where are you?" he called faintly.
"Hang on, Doctor!" she yelled, and scrambled the few feet left to the doors, and pushed one then the other open with a little bit of difficulty. She made it up to sit on the ledge and smiled triumphantly at the Centurion as he tried not to smile back. "Are you coming or not, slowpoke?"
"Depends. Are you going to keep climbing in that skirt?" he asked, as he slid along the railing so he could reach her.
"Shut it. Now give me your hand," she said, sticking it out for him. Once he joined her on the ledge, looking down into the TARDIS, she began to look around, and took a deep breath. The air tasted like Earth, and the constellations matched spring in the northern hemisphere. "Definitely Earth," she told him, and then looked over the edge. "Ooh! Begonias."
The Centurion pushed off and dropped to the ground before reaching up to give her a hand down. She floated effortlessly to the ground with his help, and then the Rassilon's pants, we're not dead or regenerating post-adventure giddiness kicked in, and he couldn't stop himself. He kissed her.
She returned it, her fingers curling around the back of his head. She broke it briefly and said, "Should we check on the Doctor?"
"I'm sure he's fine," the Centurion told her. "Pan."
"All right, all right," she said, and kissed him again, stopping only once there was a torch shining in her eyes.
"Who are you," the tiny torch-bearer said, "and why are you in my garden snogging?"
"This is your garden, then," the Centurion said, loosening his hold on the Pandorica. He motioned to the two story stone house overlooking them. "That's your house?"
"Yeah," the girl answered, moving the torch to shine on him. "I live there." She hesitated. "Are you coppers? Your box says police."
"It does," the Pandorica said, and she got to her knees to look up at the girl. Her black hair was falling out of its plaits and she had a rather wise look for someone that young. "What's your name, darling?"
"Violet Scope," she answered warily. "So are you police or not? 'Cause I have a problem."
The Pandorica hesitated and opened her mouth to respond, before there was a shout of "LOOK OUT ABOVE!" from inside the TARDIS and a grappling hook fixed to the edge of the box. "What is he doing?" she asked rhetorically. "We said we'd right the box."
"Maybe this one doesn't hear," the Centurion said dryly, and waited until he could give the Doctor a hand out of the TARDIS.
"Thanks!" the Doctor shouted when he had the Centurion's hand. "That was murder --it's a heck of a climb up from the library -- " He stopped long enough for the Centurion to pull him over the edge, and he fell down to the ground.
Violet shined her light on the Doctor, now laying on his back in the grass, and breathing hard from the exertion. The three stood around him, watching. "Well, look at you," the Pandorica said quietly.
"That good looking?" the Doctor joked, squinting up at her.
"Hardly," she teased. She and the Centurion both reached down to give him a hand up but he only made it halfway, falling down onto his knees. His skin was still glowing with the regeneration energy, and whatever else was happening, it left him exhausted. "Take it easy. You got sick the last time, you know that puts you at risk for it again -- my god, you're soaking wet, too -- "
"I thought he was in the library," Violet interrupted.
"So's the swimming pool," the Doctor said, and with another sharp intake of breath, he exhaled and a golden mist floated from his mouth. "Oh, that's better," he said with a sigh.
"Are you all right?" she then asked carefully, but she looked between them all. These were definitely not like any cops she'd ever seen.
"He'll be okay," the Pandorica said, still at the Doctor's side, with her arm around his shoulders. "We've had a rough day."
"I took out the TARDIS. She's going to be cross, the old girl," he sighed. "I've never done that before."
"I should say not," the Centurion said. "Of course it was violent, you fought the regeneration -- "
"Please, darling. Not now," the Pandorica chided him lightly.
"I'm hungry," the Doctor said, although it sounded a little bit like a question. "Apple. Apple. Apples! Do you have apples? Can I have one?" he asked Violet.
"Uh." It was pretty obvious that Violet had been overwhelmed by the state and eccentricities of the three strangers who had literally crashed into her garden, but that didn't mean she wasn't also curious. "Yeah... I think so."
"Tell you what," the Pandorica said as she helped the Doctor to his feet. "We'll help you with your problem for an apple."
"How do you know you can help?" she asked.
"Well, there are three of us, and one of you. And four heads have to be better than one!" she reasoned.
"They really are," the Doctor said dizzily. "Just ask the Tetracoreans."
"They have four of everything," the Pandorica explained briefly to Violet. "And I do mean everything. What's your problem, sweetie?"
They weren't cops, but they were kind of funny. "There's a crack in my wall," she said.
"Sounds like a structural problem," the Centurion said.
"No no no, not that kind of crack," Violet said, and turned around to take them into the house. They followed, the Pandorica and the Centurion acting as bumpers to keep the Doctor in a relatively straight line. "It's a crack but I can hear voices behind it."
"Maybe it's telly?" the Pandorica suggested. "Do your parents watch late at night?"
Violet stopped in her tracks for a moment. "My parents are gone," she said, although it didn't feel right. But they were. They had to be around somewhere and would be back, surely. "It's not telly."
"I want an apple," the Doctor repeated with all the dazed pleasantness of someone who hadn't yet recovered from a bump to the head.
"We'll get you an apple," the Pandorica promised patiently, and let Violet go in the door first.
"And I'm not ginger. I checked. Why do you always get to be ginger?" he asked the Pandorica.
"I'm lucky and change socks more often than I change my face," she teased him back, pinching his new cheek playfully before pushing him ahead of her into the kitchen.
They stood outside a moment, the Centurion giving the Pandorica an expectant look. "Come on, children are very perceptive," she said.
"I know," he replied.
"Then stop giving me that look." She kissed him quickly. "We'll have an apple, we'll take a look, and we'll get back to what we do." She lowered her voice. "It'll be good for the Doctor, if he... doesn't have to think about -- "
"You mean face things as they are," the Centurion said, and she sighed. That was in his own nature; he was cautious, but never avoidant, and of the three was usually the most willing to call a spade a spade when reflecting.
"I mean what I said," she replied firmly, and then took his hand. "None of us were prepared for what happened, Cen."
"And none of us have had it easy," he said. "His third regeneration in how long?"
The Pandorica lifted her free hand to her husband's face and let it rest there for a moment. He turned to kiss her palm, and she gently thumbed his lip. "He's not built like you," she said. "Be patient."
Before he could answer, there was the distinct sound of someone spitting something out and a demand from the Doctor, "What was that?"
"An apple," Violet replied, confused.
"Disgusting. I hate apples."
The Pandorica sighed. "Well it sounds like that's going brilliantly," she said. "Why don't you look at the crack in her wall and I'll deal with him."
"Don't have my screwdriver," he said.
She reached into her shirt, and withdrew hers. "Don't break it. Or create another Crater Lake."
He looked at the screwdriver, at her, her chest, and back to the screwdriver. "Do I want to know where you were keeping that?"
"Probably not," she said, and patted his cheek fondly before disappearing into the house.
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (Eleven), the Pandorica (Amy), the Centurion (Rory), OFC (Violet), Pandorica/Centurion.
Word Count: 1,691
Rating: PG.
Summary: The end of a long day: the Doctor's regeneration damages the TARDIS and the three Time Lords crash land in the garden of a little girl who could use some help with that mysterious crack in her wall.
Author's Notes: Quick FAQ: Where the hell did this come from? The prompt was from the AU theme at comment_fic,
owleyes_arisen asked for Timelord!Amy (the Pandorica), Timelord!Rory (the Centurion), and the Doctor. This is what came out. Do you know what's going on in here? A little. It takes place during the beginning of The Eleventh Hour. No, I mean, do you really know what's going on? I was actually ignoring as much chatter as possible because now I have ideas. You did THIS WRONG!!! Well. Sorry. This is unbetaed so I'll fix errors as my tired brain sees them. Should I review? Duh. Is that really the title? STFU.Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Doctor Who. If I did I would stop killing Rory.
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The landing was hard and sudden, but it was a landing, and the TARDIS was no longer hurtling through time and space and throwing them about. In the control room, the Centurion held on to the creaking railing as his feet kicked for ground. Instead, he swung his leg over the bar, and pulled himself to sit on it. He allowed a breath before he called, "Pan? Doctor?"
For a moment the sizzle of the console and pop of it sparking was his only answer, but then he heard a distant, "I'm here. I'm fine!"
He released his breath. "Doctor with you?"
"No, I think he fell a bit further," the Pandorica replied, and there was a great crash that made the Centurion wince. "Hold on, I'm coming up!"
"Stay where you are. I'll... get out, see where we are, right us and we can -- are you listening to me?" Another crash and the TSCH of heavy equipment attaching to the floors. He looked over the edge; the Pandorica was using her Wall Climbers, "liberated" from Torchwood after tossing Daleks and Cybermen into the void to scale her way back to the console room. "No. Of course not," the Centurion said to himself.
She made her slow climb, and when she was almost there she finally looked up at him, and blew some ginger hair out of her face. "Pretty cool, huh?" she said, obviously pleased with herself.
"Yes, you're quite clever, darling," he told her, although he couldn't help but give her a smile.
"OI," their third party member shouted from the direction the Pandorica had just come.
"Doctor!" The Pandorica nearly fell with the sudden excitement. "Are you okay?"
"Pan? Where are you?" he called faintly.
"Hang on, Doctor!" she yelled, and scrambled the few feet left to the doors, and pushed one then the other open with a little bit of difficulty. She made it up to sit on the ledge and smiled triumphantly at the Centurion as he tried not to smile back. "Are you coming or not, slowpoke?"
"Depends. Are you going to keep climbing in that skirt?" he asked, as he slid along the railing so he could reach her.
"Shut it. Now give me your hand," she said, sticking it out for him. Once he joined her on the ledge, looking down into the TARDIS, she began to look around, and took a deep breath. The air tasted like Earth, and the constellations matched spring in the northern hemisphere. "Definitely Earth," she told him, and then looked over the edge. "Ooh! Begonias."
The Centurion pushed off and dropped to the ground before reaching up to give her a hand down. She floated effortlessly to the ground with his help, and then the Rassilon's pants, we're not dead or regenerating post-adventure giddiness kicked in, and he couldn't stop himself. He kissed her.
She returned it, her fingers curling around the back of his head. She broke it briefly and said, "Should we check on the Doctor?"
"I'm sure he's fine," the Centurion told her. "Pan."
"All right, all right," she said, and kissed him again, stopping only once there was a torch shining in her eyes.
"Who are you," the tiny torch-bearer said, "and why are you in my garden snogging?"
"This is your garden, then," the Centurion said, loosening his hold on the Pandorica. He motioned to the two story stone house overlooking them. "That's your house?"
"Yeah," the girl answered, moving the torch to shine on him. "I live there." She hesitated. "Are you coppers? Your box says police."
"It does," the Pandorica said, and she got to her knees to look up at the girl. Her black hair was falling out of its plaits and she had a rather wise look for someone that young. "What's your name, darling?"
"Violet Scope," she answered warily. "So are you police or not? 'Cause I have a problem."
The Pandorica hesitated and opened her mouth to respond, before there was a shout of "LOOK OUT ABOVE!" from inside the TARDIS and a grappling hook fixed to the edge of the box. "What is he doing?" she asked rhetorically. "We said we'd right the box."
"Maybe this one doesn't hear," the Centurion said dryly, and waited until he could give the Doctor a hand out of the TARDIS.
"Thanks!" the Doctor shouted when he had the Centurion's hand. "That was murder --it's a heck of a climb up from the library -- " He stopped long enough for the Centurion to pull him over the edge, and he fell down to the ground.
Violet shined her light on the Doctor, now laying on his back in the grass, and breathing hard from the exertion. The three stood around him, watching. "Well, look at you," the Pandorica said quietly.
"That good looking?" the Doctor joked, squinting up at her.
"Hardly," she teased. She and the Centurion both reached down to give him a hand up but he only made it halfway, falling down onto his knees. His skin was still glowing with the regeneration energy, and whatever else was happening, it left him exhausted. "Take it easy. You got sick the last time, you know that puts you at risk for it again -- my god, you're soaking wet, too -- "
"I thought he was in the library," Violet interrupted.
"So's the swimming pool," the Doctor said, and with another sharp intake of breath, he exhaled and a golden mist floated from his mouth. "Oh, that's better," he said with a sigh.
"Are you all right?" she then asked carefully, but she looked between them all. These were definitely not like any cops she'd ever seen.
"He'll be okay," the Pandorica said, still at the Doctor's side, with her arm around his shoulders. "We've had a rough day."
"I took out the TARDIS. She's going to be cross, the old girl," he sighed. "I've never done that before."
"I should say not," the Centurion said. "Of course it was violent, you fought the regeneration -- "
"Please, darling. Not now," the Pandorica chided him lightly.
"I'm hungry," the Doctor said, although it sounded a little bit like a question. "Apple. Apple. Apples! Do you have apples? Can I have one?" he asked Violet.
"Uh." It was pretty obvious that Violet had been overwhelmed by the state and eccentricities of the three strangers who had literally crashed into her garden, but that didn't mean she wasn't also curious. "Yeah... I think so."
"Tell you what," the Pandorica said as she helped the Doctor to his feet. "We'll help you with your problem for an apple."
"How do you know you can help?" she asked.
"Well, there are three of us, and one of you. And four heads have to be better than one!" she reasoned.
"They really are," the Doctor said dizzily. "Just ask the Tetracoreans."
"They have four of everything," the Pandorica explained briefly to Violet. "And I do mean everything. What's your problem, sweetie?"
They weren't cops, but they were kind of funny. "There's a crack in my wall," she said.
"Sounds like a structural problem," the Centurion said.
"No no no, not that kind of crack," Violet said, and turned around to take them into the house. They followed, the Pandorica and the Centurion acting as bumpers to keep the Doctor in a relatively straight line. "It's a crack but I can hear voices behind it."
"Maybe it's telly?" the Pandorica suggested. "Do your parents watch late at night?"
Violet stopped in her tracks for a moment. "My parents are gone," she said, although it didn't feel right. But they were. They had to be around somewhere and would be back, surely. "It's not telly."
"I want an apple," the Doctor repeated with all the dazed pleasantness of someone who hadn't yet recovered from a bump to the head.
"We'll get you an apple," the Pandorica promised patiently, and let Violet go in the door first.
"And I'm not ginger. I checked. Why do you always get to be ginger?" he asked the Pandorica.
"I'm lucky and change socks more often than I change my face," she teased him back, pinching his new cheek playfully before pushing him ahead of her into the kitchen.
They stood outside a moment, the Centurion giving the Pandorica an expectant look. "Come on, children are very perceptive," she said.
"I know," he replied.
"Then stop giving me that look." She kissed him quickly. "We'll have an apple, we'll take a look, and we'll get back to what we do." She lowered her voice. "It'll be good for the Doctor, if he... doesn't have to think about -- "
"You mean face things as they are," the Centurion said, and she sighed. That was in his own nature; he was cautious, but never avoidant, and of the three was usually the most willing to call a spade a spade when reflecting.
"I mean what I said," she replied firmly, and then took his hand. "None of us were prepared for what happened, Cen."
"And none of us have had it easy," he said. "His third regeneration in how long?"
The Pandorica lifted her free hand to her husband's face and let it rest there for a moment. He turned to kiss her palm, and she gently thumbed his lip. "He's not built like you," she said. "Be patient."
Before he could answer, there was the distinct sound of someone spitting something out and a demand from the Doctor, "What was that?"
"An apple," Violet replied, confused.
"Disgusting. I hate apples."
The Pandorica sighed. "Well it sounds like that's going brilliantly," she said. "Why don't you look at the crack in her wall and I'll deal with him."
"Don't have my screwdriver," he said.
She reached into her shirt, and withdrew hers. "Don't break it. Or create another Crater Lake."
He looked at the screwdriver, at her, her chest, and back to the screwdriver. "Do I want to know where you were keeping that?"
"Probably not," she said, and patted his cheek fondly before disappearing into the house.
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So maybe you could write how the Doctor found Pan and the Centurion fobwatched and brought them and their starcrossed love back together? :D
/enabling
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No that's a total fucking lie, I love you.
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You know. If you wanted.
I'm going to e-mail this link to Kaesa now so she can join in on the fun.
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Okay, for Romana, I'd say your best bets are: Ribos Operation, City of Death, and if you are feeling particularly open to being vastly spoiled for a whole plot arc, Armageddon Factor. City of Death is basically Romana II and Four's first date, and it is the best date ever. Optionally you could look at the E-Space trilogy but I don't think Romana's role in that is as pointed if you haven't seen the seasons preceding.
The Master: Claws of Axos, The Sea Devils, The Time Monster, and The King's Demons. The first three are Delgado, and there's only one of Ainley on there because all the rest are deeply spoilery to my recollection, and I'm sparing you the Crispy years in between the two.
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Awesome. I will make note of those and get watching.
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BTW, want me to rec the only other Time Lord! Amy and Rory story I've found on the net?
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omg, please rec! :D
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http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/252822.html?thread=50423446#t50423446
Want to help me spread the word/make an entire new fanbase geared to timelords!Roy/Amy?
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I'm mostly amused that even as Time Lords, Amy and Rory are stilling waiting on the Doctor and his batty-ness to drive their action. Although it does come across a bit more as they're helping a sick friend than following around a possibly-crazy possibly-wise ancient alien with them as Time Lords.
I would really like to see more of this AU, because seriously, *married* Time Lords who are traveling with the Doctor!
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It does sort of read that way, and it was mostly my intention. I'm sure he still has his brilliant moments, but the canon moment that I chose to hijack kind of doesn't lend itself to that. XD There's also the matter of other Time Lords still there to interact with the Doctor, and what I've gleaned (hence the recommendations up there about classic serials to watch >_>) is that the Doctor was not exactly popular amongst his fellow Time Lords. I don't know exactly where the Pandorica and the Centurion all fit into it, but it has been on my mind since writing this. :)
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I would read an entire series of the three of them being Time Lords and running off together. <3
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