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jetpack_monkeyThis is unbetaed and given that I have terrible history finishing fics, likely to be the first in one of those WIPs that just continues to be IP. Still, I kind of felt the need to write it. Setting is somewhere in Supernatural Season 2 and Doctor Who Season 3.
Neither Sam or Dean thought that the lanky man bent over the bloodied corpse looked much like a police detective. The long overcoat, maybe, but the pinstripe suit underneath?
"Bet he gets a lot of jokes back at the station," Dean murmured.
Sam nudged him. "Shut up."
The man touched the cold cheek of the body, the latest victim of a local thing-that-goes-bump. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Excuse me," Dean said. "Uh, you need a moment alone here?"
The man looked up and blinked. "Yes, hello, sorry!"
Sam and Dean exchanged a look. British. Okaaaay...
"Sorry to bother you, sir," Sam said. "We don't mean to interrupt you."
Dean flashed his fake badge. "I'm Agent Richards, this is Agent Simmons. We're with the Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"The FBI!", the man said, excited. "How is ol' J. Edgar these days? Still wearing the pumps?"
Sam shook his head. "What?"
"Wrong era. My mistake. Never mind. Still. Good to have you here and all that, mucking about, poking your nose into things."
Something -- well, everything -- was bugging Sam about this guy. "And you are?"
"Agent John Smith, Minnesota State Police," the man said, flipping open his wallet.
"You just showed me a blank piece of paper," Sam said.
"Dude, that was totally a ... credential," Dean said. "Wait, can I see that again?"
But Smith was too busy peering at Sam, coming in close for better inspection. He rapped his knuckles against Sam's forehead twice.
"Hey, cut that out," Sam said, backing up.
Dean came between them and gave Smith a light shove, "What the hell's your problem?"
"No, no problem," Smith said, then quickly added, "Well, except that you're not with the FBI and I'm not with the State Police, but other than that, everything's just hunky-dory." He looked behind him. "Martha?"
A black girl in a red leather jacket turned from her conversation with a local cop. "Yeah?"
"We can stop wasting our time. We've just found the blokes who're gonna help us find the Yeti." Smith turned back. "Right, proper introductions. That girl coming this way is Martha Jones. I'm The Doctor. And you're Sam and Dean, if I'm not mistaken."
Dean glowered. "How do you know our names?"
The Doctor grinned, "I knew your dad."
--
Thoughts?
ETA: Part 2
Neither Sam or Dean thought that the lanky man bent over the bloodied corpse looked much like a police detective. The long overcoat, maybe, but the pinstripe suit underneath?
"Bet he gets a lot of jokes back at the station," Dean murmured.
Sam nudged him. "Shut up."
The man touched the cold cheek of the body, the latest victim of a local thing-that-goes-bump. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Excuse me," Dean said. "Uh, you need a moment alone here?"
The man looked up and blinked. "Yes, hello, sorry!"
Sam and Dean exchanged a look. British. Okaaaay...
"Sorry to bother you, sir," Sam said. "We don't mean to interrupt you."
Dean flashed his fake badge. "I'm Agent Richards, this is Agent Simmons. We're with the Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"The FBI!", the man said, excited. "How is ol' J. Edgar these days? Still wearing the pumps?"
Sam shook his head. "What?"
"Wrong era. My mistake. Never mind. Still. Good to have you here and all that, mucking about, poking your nose into things."
Something -- well, everything -- was bugging Sam about this guy. "And you are?"
"Agent John Smith, Minnesota State Police," the man said, flipping open his wallet.
"You just showed me a blank piece of paper," Sam said.
"Dude, that was totally a ... credential," Dean said. "Wait, can I see that again?"
But Smith was too busy peering at Sam, coming in close for better inspection. He rapped his knuckles against Sam's forehead twice.
"Hey, cut that out," Sam said, backing up.
Dean came between them and gave Smith a light shove, "What the hell's your problem?"
"No, no problem," Smith said, then quickly added, "Well, except that you're not with the FBI and I'm not with the State Police, but other than that, everything's just hunky-dory." He looked behind him. "Martha?"
A black girl in a red leather jacket turned from her conversation with a local cop. "Yeah?"
"We can stop wasting our time. We've just found the blokes who're gonna help us find the Yeti." Smith turned back. "Right, proper introductions. That girl coming this way is Martha Jones. I'm The Doctor. And you're Sam and Dean, if I'm not mistaken."
Dean glowered. "How do you know our names?"
The Doctor grinned, "I knew your dad."
--
Thoughts?
ETA: Part 2
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Date: 2008-01-30 10:06 pm (UTC)OT4!
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Date: 2008-01-30 11:06 pm (UTC)So YAY! :)
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Date: 2008-01-31 10:06 am (UTC)Awesome! The slightly manic edge of the Doctor is really well done and Sam being able to see through the psychic paper? Yay!
There will be more, right?
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Date: 2008-02-01 02:38 am (UTC)Looking forward to writing more even though the whats and hows are currently outside of my grasp.
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Date: 2008-02-03 05:39 am (UTC)Also - I can totally hear the voices in this. Spot on!
(And lucky me - I didn't get a chance to read until there was already a part II! SCORE!)