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indiana_jBecause I'm waiting for my laundry to be done and I'm a bit blah. Dresden Files/Doctor Who
Spoilers for Dresden Files book 4 and general season 1 and 2 spoilers for Doctor Who. Unbetaed.
By the time I got back to my office, I was soaked to the bone, muddied and beyond grumpy. Murphy had given me the riot act over the explosion and I just knew she'd dock some of my pay for this case for “property damage”.
Property damage, pfft. She was just mad because her eyebrows got singed off. They'd grow back, it was just hair, right?
I sighed. I'd give her a few days to get over it before sticking my head into her office – hopefully by then, she wouldn't be tempted to take it head off. Maybe I should send Billy...
Outside my own office door, I came to a dead halt, hand hovering over the door knob. My friendly neighborhood magician senses were telling me something was off in there but something was screwy enough that I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Great. There was some kind of weird woobie in my office and my socks were soaked through.
I hated my life.
Touching the doorknob hesitantly, I was relieved when I wasn't shocked. So, that ruled out a visit from my favorite fairy queen at least. Didn't rule out any of her goons but I'd spent enough time in their presence that I'd probably recognize them.
Hopefully.
But that still left a whole long list of other nasties that wanted their pound of flesh. I tend to piss people off, despite my warm and fuzzy demeanor. Can't figure that one out, really. Everyone from my godmother to some local vampire thugs seemed to be gunning for me.
Sighing again, I dragged out my pentacle from under my shirt so that it was clearly visible; next, the shielding bracelet was activated, causing a nice warm tingle near my wrist; the blasting rod was in my right hand as I unlocked the door and took a step in.
Nothing. No bad guys reading to chew my head off (or suck my blood, or cut my head off, or turn me into a giant demon dog – you get the picture). Just a bunch of paperwork, too many bills...and a giant blue police box shoved in the corner of the little space.
It was a good thing I really didn't do much filing because I was pretty sure I'd had a file cabinet under there.
Giant blue police box.
I stepped back out into the hall, took a deep breath, counted to three, thought of the fact that my life really did suck and forced myself back in. Yep, still there.
As I stomped over, I let the blasting rod cool down. There wasn't much of a need for it at the moment and I wanted my hands free. Better to strangle someone by the throat that way. I used my now free hand to bang on the door, unwilling to test to see if I could blast my way through that door with magic. Greater men than me had tried or so I had been lead to believe.
Still, I was in a really foul mood.
Just as I was about to bang again, it popped open and I was greeted by probably the most manic grin the world had ever seen. I paused, hand poised right above his nose, and glared. “You've gone and done that weird face changing thing again,” I accused sharply, dropping my hand.
“Oh, well, you know how things go,” the Doctor replied, shrugging one shoulder. A blond head suddenly popped up behind him and she gave me a look. I returned it.
“Who's that?” we both demanded. We glared harder. Mine in irritation, hers a much more protective short of look. That was interesting.
The last time I had seen the Doctor, he'd been fresh off of some...whatever war (we can now trade stories. Huzzah.), I'd gotten to see him 'die' in front of me and turn into a very tall, lanky man with big ears. There'd been a few interesting incidents after that and then he took off to be alone somewhere.
What had one of the Alpha members called it? Oh, yeah. Emo.
“Rose Tyler, companion, meet Harry Dresden, wizard.”
Huh. “Thought you traveled alone.” The rain made me just that more of a grump.
“Where's Susan?”
Okay, well, ow. Tit for tat. I...think.
“When you said wizard, I thought you were going to take me to see Merlin or somethin',” Rose responded, tilting her head at me. “He looks like a drowned rat.”
“I could turn you into one,” I offered.
“Really?” the Doctor asked, looking intrigued, only to yelp when Rose smacked him in the back of his head. Murphy would like her – that really didn't bode well for me. “We'll talk about that later. But right now, we're in a bit of a jam and not the good kind, either. Like strawberry or grape which tastes nothing like grape actually.”
I squelched. At this rate, I was going to flood the office and the one below me. Luckily, he got back on track.
“But it seems we might have need of a wizard and wondered if you'd be free,” the Doctor concluded, hands shoved into his pockets.
Who the hell would wear tennis shoes with a suit? Besides loony tune alien Time Lord thingamajigs.
I held up my hands. “Sorry, Doc, can't help you there. You know magic and technology don't work well together. The last time I traveled in that blue tin can of yours, I nearly fried all three of us. I doubt your lady friend --” At this point, I wasn't sure if I was talking about the box or Rose – she looked as concerned about the contraption as she had about the Doctor. “Would let me in the threshold.”
He grinned.
Gulp.
“Not a problem, Harry!” the Doctor said, stepping out and throwing an arm over my shoulder. Apparently this incarnation or whatever it was happened to be a bit more touchy than the other one. Maybe his long coat would absorb some of the water off of me? “Seems there's a bit of a problem right here in Chicago, in this time and everything, having to do with some aliens who've gotten their hands on a wizard.”
My blood went a bit cold on that note. I'd just come from a war where one side was manhandling way too much power and the idea of that happening again...
“Why the hell is it always Chicago?” I sighed, shoulders drooping. Maybe Murphy would kill me to put me out of my misery?
Hell, at this point, she'd leave me alive just to see me squirm.
I watched as Rose closed the door to the box behind her, making sure it was locked, as the Doctor asked, “Who's up for saving the world today?”
“I hate my life,” I told him firmly, as I put my hand in the air.
Spoilers for Dresden Files book 4 and general season 1 and 2 spoilers for Doctor Who. Unbetaed.
By the time I got back to my office, I was soaked to the bone, muddied and beyond grumpy. Murphy had given me the riot act over the explosion and I just knew she'd dock some of my pay for this case for “property damage”.
Property damage, pfft. She was just mad because her eyebrows got singed off. They'd grow back, it was just hair, right?
I sighed. I'd give her a few days to get over it before sticking my head into her office – hopefully by then, she wouldn't be tempted to take it head off. Maybe I should send Billy...
Outside my own office door, I came to a dead halt, hand hovering over the door knob. My friendly neighborhood magician senses were telling me something was off in there but something was screwy enough that I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Great. There was some kind of weird woobie in my office and my socks were soaked through.
I hated my life.
Touching the doorknob hesitantly, I was relieved when I wasn't shocked. So, that ruled out a visit from my favorite fairy queen at least. Didn't rule out any of her goons but I'd spent enough time in their presence that I'd probably recognize them.
Hopefully.
But that still left a whole long list of other nasties that wanted their pound of flesh. I tend to piss people off, despite my warm and fuzzy demeanor. Can't figure that one out, really. Everyone from my godmother to some local vampire thugs seemed to be gunning for me.
Sighing again, I dragged out my pentacle from under my shirt so that it was clearly visible; next, the shielding bracelet was activated, causing a nice warm tingle near my wrist; the blasting rod was in my right hand as I unlocked the door and took a step in.
Nothing. No bad guys reading to chew my head off (or suck my blood, or cut my head off, or turn me into a giant demon dog – you get the picture). Just a bunch of paperwork, too many bills...and a giant blue police box shoved in the corner of the little space.
It was a good thing I really didn't do much filing because I was pretty sure I'd had a file cabinet under there.
Giant blue police box.
I stepped back out into the hall, took a deep breath, counted to three, thought of the fact that my life really did suck and forced myself back in. Yep, still there.
As I stomped over, I let the blasting rod cool down. There wasn't much of a need for it at the moment and I wanted my hands free. Better to strangle someone by the throat that way. I used my now free hand to bang on the door, unwilling to test to see if I could blast my way through that door with magic. Greater men than me had tried or so I had been lead to believe.
Still, I was in a really foul mood.
Just as I was about to bang again, it popped open and I was greeted by probably the most manic grin the world had ever seen. I paused, hand poised right above his nose, and glared. “You've gone and done that weird face changing thing again,” I accused sharply, dropping my hand.
“Oh, well, you know how things go,” the Doctor replied, shrugging one shoulder. A blond head suddenly popped up behind him and she gave me a look. I returned it.
“Who's that?” we both demanded. We glared harder. Mine in irritation, hers a much more protective short of look. That was interesting.
The last time I had seen the Doctor, he'd been fresh off of some...whatever war (we can now trade stories. Huzzah.), I'd gotten to see him 'die' in front of me and turn into a very tall, lanky man with big ears. There'd been a few interesting incidents after that and then he took off to be alone somewhere.
What had one of the Alpha members called it? Oh, yeah. Emo.
“Rose Tyler, companion, meet Harry Dresden, wizard.”
Huh. “Thought you traveled alone.” The rain made me just that more of a grump.
“Where's Susan?”
Okay, well, ow. Tit for tat. I...think.
“When you said wizard, I thought you were going to take me to see Merlin or somethin',” Rose responded, tilting her head at me. “He looks like a drowned rat.”
“I could turn you into one,” I offered.
“Really?” the Doctor asked, looking intrigued, only to yelp when Rose smacked him in the back of his head. Murphy would like her – that really didn't bode well for me. “We'll talk about that later. But right now, we're in a bit of a jam and not the good kind, either. Like strawberry or grape which tastes nothing like grape actually.”
I squelched. At this rate, I was going to flood the office and the one below me. Luckily, he got back on track.
“But it seems we might have need of a wizard and wondered if you'd be free,” the Doctor concluded, hands shoved into his pockets.
Who the hell would wear tennis shoes with a suit? Besides loony tune alien Time Lord thingamajigs.
I held up my hands. “Sorry, Doc, can't help you there. You know magic and technology don't work well together. The last time I traveled in that blue tin can of yours, I nearly fried all three of us. I doubt your lady friend --” At this point, I wasn't sure if I was talking about the box or Rose – she looked as concerned about the contraption as she had about the Doctor. “Would let me in the threshold.”
He grinned.
Gulp.
“Not a problem, Harry!” the Doctor said, stepping out and throwing an arm over my shoulder. Apparently this incarnation or whatever it was happened to be a bit more touchy than the other one. Maybe his long coat would absorb some of the water off of me? “Seems there's a bit of a problem right here in Chicago, in this time and everything, having to do with some aliens who've gotten their hands on a wizard.”
My blood went a bit cold on that note. I'd just come from a war where one side was manhandling way too much power and the idea of that happening again...
“Why the hell is it always Chicago?” I sighed, shoulders drooping. Maybe Murphy would kill me to put me out of my misery?
Hell, at this point, she'd leave me alive just to see me squirm.
I watched as Rose closed the door to the box behind her, making sure it was locked, as the Doctor asked, “Who's up for saving the world today?”
“I hate my life,” I told him firmly, as I put my hand in the air.
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