Fic: If You Were I: "John" 5/5
Title: If You Were I: "John"
Author: alex_caligari
Beta: jellybean728
Characters/Pairings: Doctor!Rose, Companion!Nine
Rating: PG
Summary: A blonde, an explosion, and a leather jacket.
Disclaimer: All puppets still firmly attached to the BBC.
Author's Notes: About a year ago, I was given a prompt about a gender/role-swapped Doctor and Companion, called "If You Were I". I decided that it needed to be fleshed out, and here is the result. With enough motivation it might become a 'verse all of it's own.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
We landed with a bump, and I walked outside to see that we were in an empty warehouse. Natural light filtered in through a dirty window, lifting the gloom slightly. I walked away from the alien ship and leaned against the wall of the building. I felt sick.
The Doctor poked her head out of the ship. “Good news!” she said. “The Autons are gone! No sign of that transmission signal anyway in London.”
“Autons?”
“Yeah, that’s what they’re called. Sorry, did I not mention that? Must have slipped my mind.”
“Too busy getting rescued by me, I imagine,” I said.
She looked thoughtful at that. “You’re right. I would have died in there if it hadn’t been for you. Thank you.”
I nodded acknowledgment, too overwhelmed to respond properly. “So what now?” I asked instead.
She was inspecting the outside of her ship. “Mm? What do you mean?”
“Me. Do I get dropped off in a farmer’s field somewhere? Mind wiped?”
The Doctor looked startled. “Why on earth would I do that?”
I shrugged. “I know about aliens, and you. I could plaster it all over the internet.”
“And who would believe you?” she laughed. The ship was fit enough for her satisfaction, and she leaned on the door, mimicking my crossed arms. She smiled. “I have another idea,” she said. I braced myself. “You could come with me.”
“Where?”
She pointed to the ceiling. “Out there.”
“Is it always this dangerous?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said without hesitation.
I had already made one decision to stay with her, and followed her below London to the nightmare waiting for us. I had felt death and fear and confusion. My entire world changed in two days. My head hurt and my heart pounded.
“No,” I said. “I can’t.”
She didn’t look shocked or sad, she just nodded her head, losing her smile. “Right then,” she said, and stepped into the ship. The engine noise started again, louder than it was when I was standing inside, and a strong wind picked up. Debris flew everywhere, and I turned to shield my eyes. When I looked back the ship was gone.
I felt like I had said no to a million pounds. I knew the words were wrong even as I said them, and I remembered what the Doctor had said to me earlier. Curiosity beats fear any day. Maybe this was for the best. I could try to improve my life; I could get more training and a different job, I could go out with coworkers and meet women, I could make more than one cup of tea at a time. And still have seeds of regret.
I had resigned myself to a dull life when the wind returned and the engine noise echoed around the warehouse. The TARDIS was reappearing. Its ghostly image became more solid as I watched in amazement. A beautiful blonde head stuck itself outside the door and said, “Did I mention it also travels in time?”
I didn’t need to think twice.
Author: alex_caligari
Beta: jellybean728
Characters/Pairings: Doctor!Rose, Companion!Nine
Rating: PG
Summary: A blonde, an explosion, and a leather jacket.
Disclaimer: All puppets still firmly attached to the BBC.
Author's Notes: About a year ago, I was given a prompt about a gender/role-swapped Doctor and Companion, called "If You Were I". I decided that it needed to be fleshed out, and here is the result. With enough motivation it might become a 'verse all of it's own.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
We landed with a bump, and I walked outside to see that we were in an empty warehouse. Natural light filtered in through a dirty window, lifting the gloom slightly. I walked away from the alien ship and leaned against the wall of the building. I felt sick.
The Doctor poked her head out of the ship. “Good news!” she said. “The Autons are gone! No sign of that transmission signal anyway in London.”
“Autons?”
“Yeah, that’s what they’re called. Sorry, did I not mention that? Must have slipped my mind.”
“Too busy getting rescued by me, I imagine,” I said.
She looked thoughtful at that. “You’re right. I would have died in there if it hadn’t been for you. Thank you.”
I nodded acknowledgment, too overwhelmed to respond properly. “So what now?” I asked instead.
She was inspecting the outside of her ship. “Mm? What do you mean?”
“Me. Do I get dropped off in a farmer’s field somewhere? Mind wiped?”
The Doctor looked startled. “Why on earth would I do that?”
I shrugged. “I know about aliens, and you. I could plaster it all over the internet.”
“And who would believe you?” she laughed. The ship was fit enough for her satisfaction, and she leaned on the door, mimicking my crossed arms. She smiled. “I have another idea,” she said. I braced myself. “You could come with me.”
“Where?”
She pointed to the ceiling. “Out there.”
“Is it always this dangerous?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said without hesitation.
I had already made one decision to stay with her, and followed her below London to the nightmare waiting for us. I had felt death and fear and confusion. My entire world changed in two days. My head hurt and my heart pounded.
“No,” I said. “I can’t.”
She didn’t look shocked or sad, she just nodded her head, losing her smile. “Right then,” she said, and stepped into the ship. The engine noise started again, louder than it was when I was standing inside, and a strong wind picked up. Debris flew everywhere, and I turned to shield my eyes. When I looked back the ship was gone.
I felt like I had said no to a million pounds. I knew the words were wrong even as I said them, and I remembered what the Doctor had said to me earlier. Curiosity beats fear any day. Maybe this was for the best. I could try to improve my life; I could get more training and a different job, I could go out with coworkers and meet women, I could make more than one cup of tea at a time. And still have seeds of regret.
I had resigned myself to a dull life when the wind returned and the engine noise echoed around the warehouse. The TARDIS was reappearing. Its ghostly image became more solid as I watched in amazement. A beautiful blonde head stuck itself outside the door and said, “Did I mention it also travels in time?”
I didn’t need to think twice.