Log in

No account? Create an account
25 June 2007 @ 11:04 pm
fic: doctor smith & the magical police box of wonderment. (4/?)  
Title: Doctor Smith & the Magical Police Box of Wonderment. (4/?)
Author: chibijelly
Rating: this chapter - PG for some language. And a bit of violence.
Word Count: this chapter - 1,620.
Pairing: Implied Nick/Martin, Nick/Danny.
Disclaimer: I own none of this.

Overall Summary: A police box suddenly appears in the middle of Sandford! As does a rather suspicious physician who goes by the name of Smith. John Smith. Could they be connected? Is he really The Doctor? And what about all the kittens!?

Notes: Yeeeeah. Was having more issues. But here it is. I hope it isn't too much rubbish.

Previous Chapters:
Part One.
Part Two.
Part Three.

“Pardon me?”

The Doctor rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, his hands folded behind his back as he leaned in toward the counter in front of him.

“Sir?” he ventured again.

The man behind the glass paid him no attention.

He told himself to remain calm, remain polite. It already pained him enough having to deal with them. There was no use exacerbating the situation, right?

Inching forward, he gave the glass a gentle rap with his knuckles. It was only then that he jumped from surprise, his eyes darting up from the pages of the paperback he held.

“Pardon me,” the Doctor repeated. ”I’d like to report a missing pet. My kitten’s gone. And I miss her. Very much.”

The officer behind the partition gave the strange man in the trench coat that stood before him the once-over. “And…?” he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

“And – I’d like to report her disappearance!” The Doctor suddenly slammed his hands down onto the small counter in front of him, leaning in toward the glass, leaning so close that the officer behind it jumped back a few feet and nearly dropped his book in the process.

Please, this is of the utmost importance!” the Doctor frantically yelled, his voice cracking. “I need to find my J.K.!”

“Take yourself down a few notches first and then maybe I’ll help you.”

The Doctor was glaring at the man through the window, giving him the dirtiest look as his chest heaved from his angry breathing. All this mucking about was wasting precious time he could be using to find his poor, defenseless little J.K., but he really had no other choice.

“What is wrong with you people! You call yourselves law enforcement agents? You’re nothing but a bunch of wankers! Lazy, selfish wankers! W-A-N-K-E-R-S!“

Nothing could stop him. He was on a roll. His hand had crept to the inside pocket of his trench coat, just in case he had to make quick work of the Plexiglas and let hands throttle throat. Until—

“Sergeant Turner, what’s all the commotion about out here? I’ve got important business on the phone.”

Silenced from the unexpected interruption, the Doctor backed away from the partition, his hands returning to his coat pockets as Nicholas Angel leaned against the doorway, peering into the smallish foyer. There was a bowl of ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other, and his head was tilted toward his shoulder as he tried balancing his cell phone there. Three guesses as to who the important business on the other end was.

“Oh, hullo Doctor Smith.” Nicholas grinned at him, before his expression fell and he silently rolled his eyes at his mobile. “Yes, Mart. Gimme two sec—what? You want me to call ba—okay, okay. You have a good lu—okay. Tell Steve I say hi. I’ll call you back later.” There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that he mumbled the words “I love you, too.” before hitting the end call button on the phone and shoving it in his back pocket.

“So.” Nicholas cleared his throat, before looking down at his ice cream and stabbing it with his spoon. Cookie Dough, this time. He tried regaining a professional air about him, despite the dessert. “Doctor Smith, what brings you to the station?”

“My kitten. She’s gone missing and I need to find her.”

“Could you give us a description of the missing feline?”

But the Doctor was hardly paying attention to the Inspector. His gaze had dropped to the floor by Nicholas’ feet. A small ball of fluff had wandered out and was nuzzling up against the man’s pant leg, much to his dismay.

“J.K.!” The Doctor squeaked, practically lunging toward the kitten and scooping it up into his arms. “There you are! Oh. J.K., I missed you so much! Yes I did!”

Nicholas stared, his spoon halfway between the bowl and his mouth.

The Doctor proceeded to sit on the floor in front of the officer, holding the small cat in his lap and making generally silly noises of affection toward it. Moments after, Danny appeared in the doorway. He scowled upon seeing his new kitten in the arms of another man.

“Stop tryin’ to steal my cat, Timelord!”

Danny.” Nicholas gave him a stern look.

Even though it pained him to do so, Danny parted with his newfound friend and pet. He followed Doctor Smith and Boots—or J.K. as he had heard her referred to—out of the station, Nick stalking after his Sergeant to pull him away if the need arose.

"I can't thank you officers enough. Thanks for finding her for me. I don't know what I would've done without my widdle J.K.!" The Doctor was positively beaming as he held the small kitten close to him. It mewed, nuzzling and snuggling against his chest before clinging to the front of his shirt with its tiny claws and staying there.

Danny frowned, looking after the kitten from a distance. He was utterly heartbroken. Nicholas held onto his arm, forcing him to just let the cat go. There would be plenty of others.

“Please take care of her, Doctor,” Danny mumbled. “Bye, Boots.”

Everything seemed to be going as planned! Even thought the TARDIS was still acting like nothing but a big pile of useless junk and Martha was missing, The Doctor had been reunited with his pet. That made him happy. Even though Danny had lost his newfound friend, the reassuring stroke of Nicholas' hand on his arm helped him feel better. Something told him there would be an office meeting in the near future, a very eventful office meeting.

But, of course, everything wasn't alright. As soon as The Doctor hit the end of the path in front of the police station and turned to head back toward the town square, he stumbled and fell over the pile of what seemed to be human lying in the middle of the cobblestone street.

The Doctor made a loud squeaking noise as he tried keeping his footing, holding J.K. in a protective manner against his chest. He looked down at the man and nearly did a double-take.

He knew that the Police Inspector had looked familiar! If he hadn't known better from previous experiences mucking about the tapestry of Time, he would've thought the man's violently-blond and incredibly pale identical twin lay unconscious at his feet.

You,” he grumbled, looking down at the man. Then he looked over at the door to the police station. The two officers had already gone inside, thankfully. Then he looked around, and the coast was clear, except for the occasional person on a bicycle. Other than that, it was deader than dead.

J.K. had started to fuss. “Be a good girl for me,” the Doctor mumbled before settling the small kitten in his coat pocket. She mewed, poking her head up and pawing at the air around her.

The Doctor gave the unconscious being a swift kick to the side. “Wake up, you.” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest “The future wasn’t enough? You needed to come back even further in the timeline and try taking over the planet for your stupid boss? Honestly now.”

The Editor groaned slightly, stirring. He curled up on his side, hissing from the pain in his ribs. If anyone had gotten that license plate number…

He glanced up at the figure towering over him, squinting from the sunlight. “Di-did you just kick me?” he asked, half-surprised and wholly peeved. “You did, didn’t you? You just took it upon yourse—“

“Look, Stanley. We’ve been through this before.”

The Editor had tried pushing himself up into a sitting position, and he very nearly fell back down to the street at that. Who was this man? And—most importantly—how did he know his name? “What? I’m terribly sorry, but I don’t recall ever… seeing you before… ever.”

The Doctor scowled. Regeneration! The thought hadn’t occurred to him. He brought the palm of his hand to his forehead. “Banana pants,” he cursed beneath his breath. “I forgot.”

“Forgot what?” the Editor—or was it Stanley?—muttered. He had managed to sit himself up on the ground, a hand clutching to the afflicted side of his rib cage.

“Do you know who I am?” the Doctor asked, crouching down in front of him. He leaned in close, so close that The Editor had to lean back, their noses dangerously close to touching. “No?” he replied. “I’ve never seen you before in my life. And why do you have a kitten in your coat pocket?” He pointed.

J.K. was mewing, nearly falling out of The Doctor’s coat pocket. “Op, get back here, missy…” He picked her up and held her close to his chest, gently stroking her fur until she calmed down. “Sorry, she’s quite adventurous. I just traced her back to the police station. She was missing for a few hours.”

The Editor was brushing himself off, throwing his rumpled blazer over his shoulder. “Uh… huh… right…” He turned on a foot to leave. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got a satellite to run…”

“Oh no you don’t!” The Doctor grabbed hold of his arm, pulling him back. “I can’t have you wandering around town.”

“What! Why not? I don’t even know where this is!”

“You’re coming with me. Until we can figure out a way to get you home.”

And much to his dismay, The Editor was dragged through the streets until he was pushed into a police box that—imagine that—turned out to be much bigger on the inside. And filled with cats. Plenty of cats.
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Belle and Sebastian - I'm a Cuckoo
alouette_sparra: Angelalouette_sparra on June 26th, 2007 03:10 am (UTC)

Poor Editor. Poor, poor Editor.

You used the wrong blonde. Males are blond. Stupid French words, but ANYHOW.

And the comparison of the Editor to Nicholas is great!

I'm going to go make happy noises now.
sammiface!: doctor who | INAPPROPRIATE.chibijelly on June 26th, 2007 03:12 am (UTC)

I am such a horrible person for writing that. But anything's better than being crushed by your alien boss.

Totally fixed the blond. *thumbs up*

It's only going to get better... hopefully... XD
alouette_sparra: Caffeinealouette_sparra on June 26th, 2007 03:13 am (UTC)
Hippie Geek Girl: get fuzzy - cats in pantsgypsyjr on June 26th, 2007 03:19 am (UTC)
AWWW, Danny. (I know I've said that to you about three times already over AIM, but it bears repeating. XD)

And somehow you managed to keep Ten completely in character while cooing over his favorite kitten. ^_^ So much WIN.
sammiface!: doctor who | cap'n jack!chibijelly on June 26th, 2007 03:37 am (UTC)

Ten's in-character? Wait -- what? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN.


Hippie Geek Girl: SP - smoochiesgypsyjr on June 26th, 2007 03:39 am (UTC)
I don't know! It's magic, perhaps.

Also: I <3 U, kthnxbai.
Red: Hot Fuzz - O_oredderz on June 26th, 2007 10:25 am (UTC)
Oh GOD now that's in my head. x__________x
dj_intheuk: Angel Birthdaydj_intheuk on June 26th, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
LOL this is genius. Love it :)