Spooks/Doctor Who cross over fanfic
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kirsteenaTitle: Chance Encounter, part II
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kirsteena
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lucas North, Ros Myers, Harry Pearce, Malcolm Wynn-Jones, Martha Jones
Pairing: Martha/Lucas
Words: 1857
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Crossover fiction of Spooks and Doctor Who with the inclusion of the village of Haurvatat from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hearts_andminds. Follow on from snowbunny22's fic Chance Encounter. What? Sad endings upset me! Much love to tinylegacies for her quick look over.
“What happened?” Harry demanded as soon as Lucas walked back into the Grid, dossier under his arm. Lucas looked up at Harry, his expression... well normal – unless you were really looking. If you really knew him, you could tell he was controlling himself carefully, more so than normal. Ros, Jo and Malcolm merely watched the byplay between the two men.
“We were played from the start. I was targeted on the way to the pick up, was lucky not to be shot. I had to take refuge in a safe house for a couple of hours, make sure I’d lost my shadow. When I got to the dead drop, the dossier was there, along with a bomb in the car. The information in this was too important, I had to get it out, back here. I didn’t expected it to turn out like that.” It was true. They hadn’t expected anything to go wrong. It was supposed to be a simple pick up. If they’d had any clue that they were being played by the contact, Lucas would never have gone on his own.” If the bomb had stayed where it was, it could have destroyed the whole building from the bottom up, killing hundreds. I... took a chance, shoved it in the lift, sent it to the top. I couldn’t be in two places at once.”
It was only a slight hesitation, not long enough for most people to pick up. Most people were not Ros. She cocked her head to one side, looking at Lucas curiously as he carried on. “It was a complex bomb, and there wasn’t enough time. If they were clever enough to distract us by doing that, as soon as I tried calling it in they would have remote detonated the bomb. You were the one who ordered the communications blackout because of the nature of it, just in case anyone was monitoring. It was supposed to be simple. The way I chose was the route with least casualties.”
Harry looked at Lucas, his face like thunder. “That was one hell of a risk, Lucas,” he said, his voice tight. “If anyone had stopped that lift...”
“It was a calculated risk. Most businesses were on the lower floors, escalators are a more convenient mode of transport there. The contractors were supposed to be working on another part of the site. That time of day, not many people should have been going to the car park. My mobile signal was intermittent there anyway, I just didn’t have time.” Lucas almost threw the dossier at Harry, allowing his anger and stress... and grief to show. “Take a look at that and see if you think I made the right decision.”
Harry flipped open the dossier, and began looking. “My God,” he breathed, turning the pages quickly. Lucas continued to look at him impassively. “Yes, you had to get this to us. Malcolm, run analysis on this, determine the threat level, who the major targets are.”
Malcolm took the file, and nodded, already tapping away on his keyboard. Harry turned to look at Lucas. “You still took a hell of a risk. I’m not happy about that. Civilian casualties because of the decisions of an MI5 officer are not acceptable.”
Lucas drew himself up to his full height. “You know what, Harry? Today, I don’t care. I got you the information you need. You commissioned me to make these choices, you don’t like them, well you know what you can do.” With that he turned on his heel and walked out of the Grid, leaving the rest of Section D staring at the space where he had been standing. Harry drew in a breath, then turned and walked to his office.
Ros watched the two men, then turned to Malcolm, as Jo went back to her desk. “I need you to do something for me,” she said quietly, perching on Malcolm’s desk. Malcolm looked up at her, the question evident on his face. “Find out what you can about the casualties at the bomb blast.”
Malcolm nodded. “It will take me about an hour with this analysis running.”
“Soon as you can.”
****
In the end it only took Malcolm forty five minutes to get the information he needed from the hospital computers. He handed the file over to Ros. “Lucas was definitely lucky,” he commented. “Only two deaths, both of them construction workers. It’s unfortunate, but it could have been a lot worse.”
Ros opened the file, and started flicking through. The dead were listed first, but there was nothing that triggered reaction there. Seriously injured next. There were a fair few of them, some twenty or so but it seemed that as long they made it through the next twenty four hours, they should survive. They really were lucky.
As she turned the page to show her the next of the seriously injured, she tried to stop herself, but a sharp intake of breath escaped. “I know her,” she said quietly to herself.
Malcolm gave Ros a questioning look. “How?” he asked after a moment.
“I just do. Cover for me for a couple of hours, Malcolm.” The analyst nodded, as he watched Ros rush to the pods.
****
“Where’s Ros?” Lucas said, as he re-entered the Grid a couple of hours later. He looked calmer on the outside, but every time he closed his eyes, he could see her. Martha. Their urgent love-making, their first time together after so long, after not believing the village was real, the look she gave him as she insisted she helped, her expression as the lift doors closed on her... They were all mixed up together. He dragged himself back into the here and now, and looked at Malcolm.
“Don’t know,” he responded. “She went out a couple of hours ago, said she’d be back soon.”
Lucas frowned, then walked over to Malcolm’s desk. “How’s that analysis going?” he asked. Safe topics. The dossier he’d brought back.
“Good. We should know all their potential targets, be able to protect them. There’s a lot of information here.” Lucas nodded, then headed out again. He needed fresh air, and the roof of Thames House was one of the best places to find that.
****
When she returned, Ros headed up to the roof after a brief word with Malcolm. Lucas was there, staring over the city, his whole being giving off ‘go away’ signals. “What happened, Lucas?” she asked quietly.
“How much do you remember, Ros?” he replied after a moment, not moving, still facing away from her. “About Haurvatat?”
Ros was silent for a moment, shocked by his response. Of all the things she expected from him, that wasn’t it. It took her a moment to respond. “All of it. I thought it was a dream at first, some figment of my imagination. But I gradually started to pull bits together, write it down, make sense of it. Then something Harry said about how he got you back made it all come together proved it had really happened to us.”
“How he thought I was dead in Russia?” Lucas asked. He turned around and looked at Ros, and his whole frame slumped as he stopped pretending everything was alright. “Yeah, that was the moment I knew it had all been real. Occasionally before then, I’d glimpse faces in the crowd, wondering if I really knew them from London, or were they from the village? Certain people meant more than others.” He sighed. “I ran into Martha Jones when I was heading to scope out the drop area.” If Ros remembered anything about their time in Haurvatat, she’d remember Lucas being with Martha. She nodded once, acknowledging what had happened both in the village and back in London, silently urging him to continue.
“We literally ran into each other in the streets, seconds before I was shot at.” Lucas sighed, and turned around again, facing out over the city. Ros walked up to the edge of the roof, standing next to him silently. “I wasn’t going to allow a civilian to be hurt just because they happened to know me from some bloody magical village. I dragged her to one of the safe houses, trying to lose the eyeball. We stayed there for a couple of hours while we made sure we weren’t followed.” Ros could infer what she liked from that. She’d probably be right.
“She...” Lucas gave a small half-smile before continuing. “She insisted on helping, and by now I didn’t have the time to argue. I knew what time the pick up had to completed by. Losing that time with the shooter wasn’t anything I’d factored into my timings when I set out this morning. With the communications black out, it was safer to have her with me than risk her being discovered by them. We got there, found the car, and discovered the dossier and the bomb.” Lucas’ voice went hoarse as he continued. “She somehow knew the dossier was important. She... she made the choice to take the bomb to the top of the building before I could stop her. The one choice that would end up with the least casualties. Typical Martha Jones, putting the needs of the many over her own safety.” He paused, unable to continue for a moment, then turned and looked at Ros. “Did you know that I worked out why I was in that damned village?”
Ros shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “I didn’t.”
“It kept throwing things at me until I couldn’t be pushed any further. After Hugh...” He stopped, biting off the comment. “After that weekend with the kids, I just ran. Had to go back to the solitude I was used to in prison, went into the woods to be by myself, to think. Martha and Tom were the ones who came looking for me. After that... well, the scars started to heal. Very slowly, but they healed. Martha was a large part of that. And now... she’s gone. A senseless, stupid waste of life.” He turned away again, back to his vigil over the city.
Ros watched him for a moment, then reached behind her, to the piece of paper she’d tucked into her back pocket, and passed it to Lucas. Lucas frowned slightly, and looked at her, then opened the piece of paper. A range of emotions passed over his face. Relief, anger, fear, his feelings for her... all there, tied up in that one piece of paper that told him that Martha had survived. “What?” he said in a shaky voice, looking at Ros.
“She’s badly hurt, but she’ll be okay. It seems she dumped the bomb at the top, and started running down stairs. She got caught in the blast. I went to see her earlier, just to check for myself.” She gave Lucas a tiny smile, one that was barely there, but it did touch her eyes. “I don’t want to see you in for the next forty-eight hours. Go to the hospital. Tell her family it’s MI5 protection if you like.”
“But...?”
“Go, Lucas.”
Author:
kirsteenaRating: PG-13
Characters: Lucas North, Ros Myers, Harry Pearce, Malcolm Wynn-Jones, Martha Jones
Pairing: Martha/Lucas
Words: 1857
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Crossover fiction of Spooks and Doctor Who with the inclusion of the village of Haurvatat from
hearts_andminds. Follow on from snowbunny22's fic Chance Encounter. What? Sad endings upset me! Much love to tinylegacies for her quick look over.“What happened?” Harry demanded as soon as Lucas walked back into the Grid, dossier under his arm. Lucas looked up at Harry, his expression... well normal – unless you were really looking. If you really knew him, you could tell he was controlling himself carefully, more so than normal. Ros, Jo and Malcolm merely watched the byplay between the two men.
“We were played from the start. I was targeted on the way to the pick up, was lucky not to be shot. I had to take refuge in a safe house for a couple of hours, make sure I’d lost my shadow. When I got to the dead drop, the dossier was there, along with a bomb in the car. The information in this was too important, I had to get it out, back here. I didn’t expected it to turn out like that.” It was true. They hadn’t expected anything to go wrong. It was supposed to be a simple pick up. If they’d had any clue that they were being played by the contact, Lucas would never have gone on his own.” If the bomb had stayed where it was, it could have destroyed the whole building from the bottom up, killing hundreds. I... took a chance, shoved it in the lift, sent it to the top. I couldn’t be in two places at once.”
It was only a slight hesitation, not long enough for most people to pick up. Most people were not Ros. She cocked her head to one side, looking at Lucas curiously as he carried on. “It was a complex bomb, and there wasn’t enough time. If they were clever enough to distract us by doing that, as soon as I tried calling it in they would have remote detonated the bomb. You were the one who ordered the communications blackout because of the nature of it, just in case anyone was monitoring. It was supposed to be simple. The way I chose was the route with least casualties.”
Harry looked at Lucas, his face like thunder. “That was one hell of a risk, Lucas,” he said, his voice tight. “If anyone had stopped that lift...”
“It was a calculated risk. Most businesses were on the lower floors, escalators are a more convenient mode of transport there. The contractors were supposed to be working on another part of the site. That time of day, not many people should have been going to the car park. My mobile signal was intermittent there anyway, I just didn’t have time.” Lucas almost threw the dossier at Harry, allowing his anger and stress... and grief to show. “Take a look at that and see if you think I made the right decision.”
Harry flipped open the dossier, and began looking. “My God,” he breathed, turning the pages quickly. Lucas continued to look at him impassively. “Yes, you had to get this to us. Malcolm, run analysis on this, determine the threat level, who the major targets are.”
Malcolm took the file, and nodded, already tapping away on his keyboard. Harry turned to look at Lucas. “You still took a hell of a risk. I’m not happy about that. Civilian casualties because of the decisions of an MI5 officer are not acceptable.”
Lucas drew himself up to his full height. “You know what, Harry? Today, I don’t care. I got you the information you need. You commissioned me to make these choices, you don’t like them, well you know what you can do.” With that he turned on his heel and walked out of the Grid, leaving the rest of Section D staring at the space where he had been standing. Harry drew in a breath, then turned and walked to his office.
Ros watched the two men, then turned to Malcolm, as Jo went back to her desk. “I need you to do something for me,” she said quietly, perching on Malcolm’s desk. Malcolm looked up at her, the question evident on his face. “Find out what you can about the casualties at the bomb blast.”
Malcolm nodded. “It will take me about an hour with this analysis running.”
“Soon as you can.”
In the end it only took Malcolm forty five minutes to get the information he needed from the hospital computers. He handed the file over to Ros. “Lucas was definitely lucky,” he commented. “Only two deaths, both of them construction workers. It’s unfortunate, but it could have been a lot worse.”
Ros opened the file, and started flicking through. The dead were listed first, but there was nothing that triggered reaction there. Seriously injured next. There were a fair few of them, some twenty or so but it seemed that as long they made it through the next twenty four hours, they should survive. They really were lucky.
As she turned the page to show her the next of the seriously injured, she tried to stop herself, but a sharp intake of breath escaped. “I know her,” she said quietly to herself.
Malcolm gave Ros a questioning look. “How?” he asked after a moment.
“I just do. Cover for me for a couple of hours, Malcolm.” The analyst nodded, as he watched Ros rush to the pods.
“Where’s Ros?” Lucas said, as he re-entered the Grid a couple of hours later. He looked calmer on the outside, but every time he closed his eyes, he could see her. Martha. Their urgent love-making, their first time together after so long, after not believing the village was real, the look she gave him as she insisted she helped, her expression as the lift doors closed on her... They were all mixed up together. He dragged himself back into the here and now, and looked at Malcolm.
“Don’t know,” he responded. “She went out a couple of hours ago, said she’d be back soon.”
Lucas frowned, then walked over to Malcolm’s desk. “How’s that analysis going?” he asked. Safe topics. The dossier he’d brought back.
“Good. We should know all their potential targets, be able to protect them. There’s a lot of information here.” Lucas nodded, then headed out again. He needed fresh air, and the roof of Thames House was one of the best places to find that.
When she returned, Ros headed up to the roof after a brief word with Malcolm. Lucas was there, staring over the city, his whole being giving off ‘go away’ signals. “What happened, Lucas?” she asked quietly.
“How much do you remember, Ros?” he replied after a moment, not moving, still facing away from her. “About Haurvatat?”
Ros was silent for a moment, shocked by his response. Of all the things she expected from him, that wasn’t it. It took her a moment to respond. “All of it. I thought it was a dream at first, some figment of my imagination. But I gradually started to pull bits together, write it down, make sense of it. Then something Harry said about how he got you back made it all come together proved it had really happened to us.”
“How he thought I was dead in Russia?” Lucas asked. He turned around and looked at Ros, and his whole frame slumped as he stopped pretending everything was alright. “Yeah, that was the moment I knew it had all been real. Occasionally before then, I’d glimpse faces in the crowd, wondering if I really knew them from London, or were they from the village? Certain people meant more than others.” He sighed. “I ran into Martha Jones when I was heading to scope out the drop area.” If Ros remembered anything about their time in Haurvatat, she’d remember Lucas being with Martha. She nodded once, acknowledging what had happened both in the village and back in London, silently urging him to continue.
“We literally ran into each other in the streets, seconds before I was shot at.” Lucas sighed, and turned around again, facing out over the city. Ros walked up to the edge of the roof, standing next to him silently. “I wasn’t going to allow a civilian to be hurt just because they happened to know me from some bloody magical village. I dragged her to one of the safe houses, trying to lose the eyeball. We stayed there for a couple of hours while we made sure we weren’t followed.” Ros could infer what she liked from that. She’d probably be right.
“She...” Lucas gave a small half-smile before continuing. “She insisted on helping, and by now I didn’t have the time to argue. I knew what time the pick up had to completed by. Losing that time with the shooter wasn’t anything I’d factored into my timings when I set out this morning. With the communications black out, it was safer to have her with me than risk her being discovered by them. We got there, found the car, and discovered the dossier and the bomb.” Lucas’ voice went hoarse as he continued. “She somehow knew the dossier was important. She... she made the choice to take the bomb to the top of the building before I could stop her. The one choice that would end up with the least casualties. Typical Martha Jones, putting the needs of the many over her own safety.” He paused, unable to continue for a moment, then turned and looked at Ros. “Did you know that I worked out why I was in that damned village?”
Ros shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “I didn’t.”
“It kept throwing things at me until I couldn’t be pushed any further. After Hugh...” He stopped, biting off the comment. “After that weekend with the kids, I just ran. Had to go back to the solitude I was used to in prison, went into the woods to be by myself, to think. Martha and Tom were the ones who came looking for me. After that... well, the scars started to heal. Very slowly, but they healed. Martha was a large part of that. And now... she’s gone. A senseless, stupid waste of life.” He turned away again, back to his vigil over the city.
Ros watched him for a moment, then reached behind her, to the piece of paper she’d tucked into her back pocket, and passed it to Lucas. Lucas frowned slightly, and looked at her, then opened the piece of paper. A range of emotions passed over his face. Relief, anger, fear, his feelings for her... all there, tied up in that one piece of paper that told him that Martha had survived. “What?” he said in a shaky voice, looking at Ros.
“She’s badly hurt, but she’ll be okay. It seems she dumped the bomb at the top, and started running down stairs. She got caught in the blast. I went to see her earlier, just to check for myself.” She gave Lucas a tiny smile, one that was barely there, but it did touch her eyes. “I don’t want to see you in for the next forty-eight hours. Go to the hospital. Tell her family it’s MI5 protection if you like.”
“But...?”
“Go, Lucas.”
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