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The Doctor Will See You Now (3/6)
Title: The Doctor Will See You Now (3/6)
Fandom: Life on Mars/Doctor Who crossover
Rating: PG
Summary: Doctor and Rose travel to the 70's to see the sights but end up seeing something entirely different from what they'd planned.
Spoilers: Entire Life on Mars (but set sometime post-s1) and early season two Doctor Who
Pairings: Sam/Annie, implied Gene/Sam, Doctor/Rose if you want but nothing really shippy.
Notes: Probably my first non-ship fic. I just got this story that I wanted to tell in my head and well... I told it. One could argue perhaps that I made Sam/Annie shippy but I don't really think so since I, at least in my own opinion, made them very close to canon. I tried to be as faithful as I could to both "realities" when I brought them together
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six
Chapter Three: Leaving Home
Rose sighed, feeling as if she was trapped in a big nightmare. She was stuck in the 70’s, being held for questioning about a murder in a police department that didn’t seem quite sane and, on top of it all, she was wearing the most hideous clothes she had ever seen in her life!
She heard the door open and she heard the Doctor’s voice from the other side of the door.
“Oi! Take it easy will you!”
“Shut up, you twat.” The older man grumbled and Rose heard the door to the Doctor’s cell close.
The next thing she knew, the hatch to her own door opened and the kinder policeman looked at her with gentle eyes. “I’m gonna open the door,” he said gently and Rose thought it was strange how he was speaking to her as though she was frightened, which she was, but that was beside the point. “I have some additional questions to ask.”
The door opened gently with a creak and Rose suddenly felt more like a guest than a prisoner, despite the unfriendly interior design. She found herself quite happy that the grumpier man was not with him.
They walked into the lost property room, and instead of being treated like a suspect, the man was kind with her and placed their chairs opposite each other, as if to have a conversation rather than interrogation.
“I’m Sam,” he said gently, looking her straight in the eye.
Rose nodded. Sam Tyler. A suiting name somehow. Rose looked over at the door as if she was waiting for someone to open it and scream ‘surprise!’.
“Listen, don’t worry about your friend,” Sam continued, Rose’s eyes snapping to his, “The Gov just wanted to keep him overnight to… make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”
Rose couldn’t believe her ears. “So we’re free to go?”
Sam stayed silent.
“Yes… and no. Like I said, there’re some additional questions, I’d like to ask you.”
There was another pause.
“What year were your born?”
Rose blinked. Stunned. He seemed so serious. What kind of question was that to ask in the middle of a murder investigation?
“How… is that related to the case?” Rose asked, glancing at Sam with a worry in her eye. Somehow from the way Sam was asking the question, she gathered it was important. She sighed..
“Nineteeneight…” She stopped herself quickly. This was the 70’s, “Nineteen…fifty… six. Seven! 1957.”
Sam laughed. He knew it! He felt a broad smile grow on his face and he shook his head. Finally!
“You hesitated.” He stated, laughing a bit more, pointing at her briefly.
The girl was looking as if she was partly frightened and partly confused. She looked at him as though he’d just told her he was an alien about to conquer the planet. She glanced around the room as if to look for answers, or to search for someone.
“I didn’t,” she said, “I’m just not very… good with math.”
“People don’t hesitate about their birth years!” The aggravation almost startled Sam himself, but he was unable to stop it. He just wanted to get out of here, and for her to admit that she was from the future… God, it sounded so insane… so he could move on. Get back home.
“What are you talking about?” Rose sounded alarmed and tried to move further away from him, “Loads of people do.”
“Oh please,” Sam heard himself say, “Both you and I know that they don’t.”
It was like he was channelling someone else’s spirit, or taking out the aggravation he’d felt for the months he’d been trapped here, out on her. Whatever it was, he was almost scaring himself.
Maybe he was back in time after all, not in a coma, and then all this, was real. But why? Why was he here? What was the purpose? How had he ended up here?
Rose sighed while adjusting herself in her seat and Sam thought he saw a flicker of resignation in her eyes. Maybe she was stuck just like him. Maybe, together, they could work out a way to get out of here.
“Sorry,” Sam apologized as he hoped that Rose could forgive his momentary madness, “It’s just…” he made a small laugh, “This place,” he sighed and leaned his head against his palm, “It gets under your skin.”
Something soft travelled over Rose’s face and her large hazel eyes held a streak of gentleness that Sam had almost forgotten people could have. He saw kindness so rarely that he almost thought it to be merely an illusion, an ideal that would never be obtained.
“I’ve been here for such a long time,” Sam continued, speaking quickly as he wanted to explain his situation so she wouldn’t look at him like he was an alien, “I almost forgot how anything was before all this started. I want to get back, Rose. Do you know how?”
He leaned forward, his face close to hers as he searched for hope, showing her all of his. A frown appeared on Rose’s face but she seemed a bit more comfortable, to Sam’s relief.
“Back?” she asked, “Back where?”
“The 21st century!” Sam exclaimed and he could feel himself lightening up at the prospect of being back in his own time, his own habitat. “Back to… DNA! Proper police work! Maya! No more beating about, second guessing or… insane clothing!” He smiled broadly but then his expression turned serious. “Please tell me that you can help me. I can’t… I can’t deal with this place any more!”
He didn’t recognize his own lie.
Rose looked at him. Her big, honest eyes were glittering with sympathy and her expression was hesitant but serious. Her posture was now confidant but weary.
"I have a friend... the friend I came in here with... He's called the Doctor. I'm sure he could help."
Sam stared. "The Doctor?"
"Yeah. The Doctor. He helps people all the time."
"The Doctor?" Sam repeated, disbelievingly. “The Doctor?”
He was most definitely growing insane. Doctor Who was a television character! He laughed but as he looked up at Rose, he saw her eyes being dead serious. She wasn’t kidding. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, warning bells began to ring, but he ignored them because, if this Doctor really did exist and he really could help him… then he had to see him. Even if it was completely nuts.
He couldn't stay here any longer.
He opened the door to The Doctor’s cell, hesitatingly and as Rose went inside to explain the situation, Sam looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one was watching them. He had never thought he’d say this, but for once he was thankful there were no security cameras around to spot them.
“Hurry up,” he told them and stepped away from the door. He had never done anything like this in his entire career. He had never broken the law like this before, he had always clung to the rules like his security blanket, and now he was finally discarding it and walking into unknown soil.
Without waiting for another comment, The Doctor slipped past him and Sam could finally close the door as Rose walked out. She stopped just by his side, as he was about to lock it again. It was a habit and he was certain that it would take the police of Manchester long enough to figure out how they could’ve escaped from a locked cell, to give them a head start.
“Thank you,” Rose said, placing her small hand briefly on his arm.
“I still want that help,” Sam said and looked into the deep depths of her eyes.
Rose nodded and walked closer to the Doctor, urging him outside. They’d placed some new clothing they’d found in ‘Lost Properties’ outside of their cells that they would slip into so that they could leave the station unnoticed.
Sam walked past them as the strangers both tried to slip into their trousers and too large shirts. He opened the door ajar, peeking outside just to make sure that the corridor was deserted. When it was and Rose was peeking out next to him, he decided it was time to go. Without looking back at his companions, Sam rushed out of the door, trying to act normal and rushing the two fugitives as quickly as he could towards the exit door.
Outside, it was almost funny how the world remained the same. There were still cars driving around, people still walking around in the streets as if it was just another day. Sam had almost expected the world to explode, or something. Or there to be a huge blinking sign that said ‘Sam, you’re a sinner’. But there was no sign and the universe was definitely not ending.
“Let’s get you somewhere safe,” Sam said, glancing over his friends and their surroundings like a hawk, while putting his hands on the Doctor’s shoulders, like he’d run away. He glanced around and was thankful that there seemed to be no officers out on the street that could see them. He instantly turned left, not waiting for the others to follow and decided that walking the distance to his flat was better than driving it, even if it would be a long walk.
If his car was missing, Gene would know.
“What’s your story then?” The Doctor asked, glancing over Rose at Sam with a curious look.
“I was in an accident,” Sam said without returning the Doctor’s gaze, keeping his own fixed on the road in front of them, “And I woke up here, in 1973. I thought I was going mad… but then you showed up,” for the first time, he turned to eye the Doctor, looking him straight in the eye, “I have to get back home, Doctor. My girlfriend, Maya, she was kidnapped. I must see if she’s all right.”
The Doctor nodded silently. He had a girl. He could respect that.
Something urgent and desperate entered Sam’s eyes. “I need to know, Doctor. Can you do it? Get me back, I mean.”
The Doctor thought for a moment. “I don’t see why not.”
A broad happy grin spread over Sam’s face as he looked both pleased and relieved, but somehow the Doctor thought those feelings didn’t quite reach his eyes.
The Doctor noticed Rose look around at her surroundings from the corner of his eye and he turned to look at her. Her pale complexion twisted into confusion and there seemed to be a thought haunting her face.
“What is it?”
Rose paused for a second. “Shouldn’t we go back to the TARDIS, if we want to get back? I mean, sure, we didn’t really go and see the sights but…”
“Oh, we could always come back later,” he glanced at their newly made friend, trying to read his moods, “It’s Sam’s choice. If you want to say goodbye to someone, now’s your chance.”
Sam stopped, his mind completely wrapped up in his own thoughts. He stood completely still for a moment as if he was considering something. Go back or go forward.
“If you want to say something to someone,” The Doctor pressed on, “You better do it now. Otherwise you’ll wish you had for the rest of your life.” He knew that better than he’d like.
Sam looked up at the both of them with realisation in his eyes.
“We’ll wait,” The Doctor said simply.
Like? Hate? Thoughts?
Fandom: Life on Mars/Doctor Who crossover
Rating: PG
Summary: Doctor and Rose travel to the 70's to see the sights but end up seeing something entirely different from what they'd planned.
Spoilers: Entire Life on Mars (but set sometime post-s1) and early season two Doctor Who
Pairings: Sam/Annie, implied Gene/Sam, Doctor/Rose if you want but nothing really shippy.
Notes: Probably my first non-ship fic. I just got this story that I wanted to tell in my head and well... I told it. One could argue perhaps that I made Sam/Annie shippy but I don't really think so since I, at least in my own opinion, made them very close to canon. I tried to be as faithful as I could to both "realities" when I brought them together
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six
Chapter Three: Leaving Home
Rose sighed, feeling as if she was trapped in a big nightmare. She was stuck in the 70’s, being held for questioning about a murder in a police department that didn’t seem quite sane and, on top of it all, she was wearing the most hideous clothes she had ever seen in her life!
She heard the door open and she heard the Doctor’s voice from the other side of the door.
“Oi! Take it easy will you!”
“Shut up, you twat.” The older man grumbled and Rose heard the door to the Doctor’s cell close.
The next thing she knew, the hatch to her own door opened and the kinder policeman looked at her with gentle eyes. “I’m gonna open the door,” he said gently and Rose thought it was strange how he was speaking to her as though she was frightened, which she was, but that was beside the point. “I have some additional questions to ask.”
The door opened gently with a creak and Rose suddenly felt more like a guest than a prisoner, despite the unfriendly interior design. She found herself quite happy that the grumpier man was not with him.
They walked into the lost property room, and instead of being treated like a suspect, the man was kind with her and placed their chairs opposite each other, as if to have a conversation rather than interrogation.
“I’m Sam,” he said gently, looking her straight in the eye.
Rose nodded. Sam Tyler. A suiting name somehow. Rose looked over at the door as if she was waiting for someone to open it and scream ‘surprise!’.
“Listen, don’t worry about your friend,” Sam continued, Rose’s eyes snapping to his, “The Gov just wanted to keep him overnight to… make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”
Rose couldn’t believe her ears. “So we’re free to go?”
Sam stayed silent.
“Yes… and no. Like I said, there’re some additional questions, I’d like to ask you.”
There was another pause.
“What year were your born?”
Rose blinked. Stunned. He seemed so serious. What kind of question was that to ask in the middle of a murder investigation?
“How… is that related to the case?” Rose asked, glancing at Sam with a worry in her eye. Somehow from the way Sam was asking the question, she gathered it was important. She sighed..
“Nineteeneight…” She stopped herself quickly. This was the 70’s, “Nineteen…fifty… six. Seven! 1957.”
Sam laughed. He knew it! He felt a broad smile grow on his face and he shook his head. Finally!
“You hesitated.” He stated, laughing a bit more, pointing at her briefly.
The girl was looking as if she was partly frightened and partly confused. She looked at him as though he’d just told her he was an alien about to conquer the planet. She glanced around the room as if to look for answers, or to search for someone.
“I didn’t,” she said, “I’m just not very… good with math.”
“People don’t hesitate about their birth years!” The aggravation almost startled Sam himself, but he was unable to stop it. He just wanted to get out of here, and for her to admit that she was from the future… God, it sounded so insane… so he could move on. Get back home.
“What are you talking about?” Rose sounded alarmed and tried to move further away from him, “Loads of people do.”
“Oh please,” Sam heard himself say, “Both you and I know that they don’t.”
It was like he was channelling someone else’s spirit, or taking out the aggravation he’d felt for the months he’d been trapped here, out on her. Whatever it was, he was almost scaring himself.
Maybe he was back in time after all, not in a coma, and then all this, was real. But why? Why was he here? What was the purpose? How had he ended up here?
Rose sighed while adjusting herself in her seat and Sam thought he saw a flicker of resignation in her eyes. Maybe she was stuck just like him. Maybe, together, they could work out a way to get out of here.
“Sorry,” Sam apologized as he hoped that Rose could forgive his momentary madness, “It’s just…” he made a small laugh, “This place,” he sighed and leaned his head against his palm, “It gets under your skin.”
Something soft travelled over Rose’s face and her large hazel eyes held a streak of gentleness that Sam had almost forgotten people could have. He saw kindness so rarely that he almost thought it to be merely an illusion, an ideal that would never be obtained.
“I’ve been here for such a long time,” Sam continued, speaking quickly as he wanted to explain his situation so she wouldn’t look at him like he was an alien, “I almost forgot how anything was before all this started. I want to get back, Rose. Do you know how?”
He leaned forward, his face close to hers as he searched for hope, showing her all of his. A frown appeared on Rose’s face but she seemed a bit more comfortable, to Sam’s relief.
“Back?” she asked, “Back where?”
“The 21st century!” Sam exclaimed and he could feel himself lightening up at the prospect of being back in his own time, his own habitat. “Back to… DNA! Proper police work! Maya! No more beating about, second guessing or… insane clothing!” He smiled broadly but then his expression turned serious. “Please tell me that you can help me. I can’t… I can’t deal with this place any more!”
He didn’t recognize his own lie.
Rose looked at him. Her big, honest eyes were glittering with sympathy and her expression was hesitant but serious. Her posture was now confidant but weary.
"I have a friend... the friend I came in here with... He's called the Doctor. I'm sure he could help."
Sam stared. "The Doctor?"
"Yeah. The Doctor. He helps people all the time."
"The Doctor?" Sam repeated, disbelievingly. “The Doctor?”
He was most definitely growing insane. Doctor Who was a television character! He laughed but as he looked up at Rose, he saw her eyes being dead serious. She wasn’t kidding. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, warning bells began to ring, but he ignored them because, if this Doctor really did exist and he really could help him… then he had to see him. Even if it was completely nuts.
He couldn't stay here any longer.
He opened the door to The Doctor’s cell, hesitatingly and as Rose went inside to explain the situation, Sam looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one was watching them. He had never thought he’d say this, but for once he was thankful there were no security cameras around to spot them.
“Hurry up,” he told them and stepped away from the door. He had never done anything like this in his entire career. He had never broken the law like this before, he had always clung to the rules like his security blanket, and now he was finally discarding it and walking into unknown soil.
Without waiting for another comment, The Doctor slipped past him and Sam could finally close the door as Rose walked out. She stopped just by his side, as he was about to lock it again. It was a habit and he was certain that it would take the police of Manchester long enough to figure out how they could’ve escaped from a locked cell, to give them a head start.
“Thank you,” Rose said, placing her small hand briefly on his arm.
“I still want that help,” Sam said and looked into the deep depths of her eyes.
Rose nodded and walked closer to the Doctor, urging him outside. They’d placed some new clothing they’d found in ‘Lost Properties’ outside of their cells that they would slip into so that they could leave the station unnoticed.
Sam walked past them as the strangers both tried to slip into their trousers and too large shirts. He opened the door ajar, peeking outside just to make sure that the corridor was deserted. When it was and Rose was peeking out next to him, he decided it was time to go. Without looking back at his companions, Sam rushed out of the door, trying to act normal and rushing the two fugitives as quickly as he could towards the exit door.
Outside, it was almost funny how the world remained the same. There were still cars driving around, people still walking around in the streets as if it was just another day. Sam had almost expected the world to explode, or something. Or there to be a huge blinking sign that said ‘Sam, you’re a sinner’. But there was no sign and the universe was definitely not ending.
“Let’s get you somewhere safe,” Sam said, glancing over his friends and their surroundings like a hawk, while putting his hands on the Doctor’s shoulders, like he’d run away. He glanced around and was thankful that there seemed to be no officers out on the street that could see them. He instantly turned left, not waiting for the others to follow and decided that walking the distance to his flat was better than driving it, even if it would be a long walk.
If his car was missing, Gene would know.
“What’s your story then?” The Doctor asked, glancing over Rose at Sam with a curious look.
“I was in an accident,” Sam said without returning the Doctor’s gaze, keeping his own fixed on the road in front of them, “And I woke up here, in 1973. I thought I was going mad… but then you showed up,” for the first time, he turned to eye the Doctor, looking him straight in the eye, “I have to get back home, Doctor. My girlfriend, Maya, she was kidnapped. I must see if she’s all right.”
The Doctor nodded silently. He had a girl. He could respect that.
Something urgent and desperate entered Sam’s eyes. “I need to know, Doctor. Can you do it? Get me back, I mean.”
The Doctor thought for a moment. “I don’t see why not.”
A broad happy grin spread over Sam’s face as he looked both pleased and relieved, but somehow the Doctor thought those feelings didn’t quite reach his eyes.
The Doctor noticed Rose look around at her surroundings from the corner of his eye and he turned to look at her. Her pale complexion twisted into confusion and there seemed to be a thought haunting her face.
“What is it?”
Rose paused for a second. “Shouldn’t we go back to the TARDIS, if we want to get back? I mean, sure, we didn’t really go and see the sights but…”
“Oh, we could always come back later,” he glanced at their newly made friend, trying to read his moods, “It’s Sam’s choice. If you want to say goodbye to someone, now’s your chance.”
Sam stopped, his mind completely wrapped up in his own thoughts. He stood completely still for a moment as if he was considering something. Go back or go forward.
“If you want to say something to someone,” The Doctor pressed on, “You better do it now. Otherwise you’ll wish you had for the rest of your life.” He knew that better than he’d like.
Sam looked up at the both of them with realisation in his eyes.
“We’ll wait,” The Doctor said simply.
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