jetpack_monkey | Fic: Right Place, Wrong Time 3/?? (SPN/Doctor Who crossover)

We have a title! Taking on Supernatural Season 2's habit of naming episodes after either rock songs or horror movies, I went with Dr. John's Right Place, Wrong Time (a song which I am admittedly not terribly familiar with). Don't read too much into it -- depending on your viewpoint, the characters are either in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time. No mixing and matching. Anyway, here we go with Part 3. Standard disclaimers apply -- this hasn't been beta'd and I haven't seen anything past "The Usual Suspects" in Season 2 of SPN.

Title: Right Place, Wrong Time
Author: Jetpack Monkey
Fandoms: Supernatural, Doctor Who
Spoilers: Supernatural through 2x03 "Bloodlust" and Doctor Who Season 3 (general).
Summary: It would be an average hunt for the Brothers Winchester if it wasn't for the weirdo alien with the massive attention deficit.
Section Index: 1 2 3 4

The TARDIS, about two hours ago and three hundred years in the future:

The phone was ringing inside the TARDIS. Martha glanced at the Doctor, who was plotting a course to ancient Greece.

The Doctor seemed keen to ignore the noise. "Baklava. You've never had good baklava until you've had it with Aristotle."

"Doctor, the phone."

"Course, he shouldn't even know it. That was me. Early mix-up, wasn't quite 100% on Earth history. Just figured he was uncultured. I mean, how could you be Greek and not know Baklava?"

"Doctor, the phone."

"I ever tell you about the time that I jumpstarted early civilization with a bunch of cave people?"

"Doctor."

"Yes, all right, all right. You've never just ignored the ringing phone?" He tossed up the handset, caught it and brought it to his ear. "Alo?"

He listened, annoyance clearly on his face. "Mate, you won't find a line more secure in... well, anywhere. Or when. Wait... how did you get this number?"

The Doctor smiled, quick and fleeting, followed by more annoyance. "Oh. Did the Brig happen to mention I don't work for you lot anymore?"

"He did. So this is a social call, then?"

"No, no. I probably should've..."

"A what?" Martha winced at this. If he started going into his usual chain of "whats", she might have to smack him.

"Don't be daft. There aren't any in your era."

"Yes, I said your era. The Brig should've explained that... well, never mind, anyway. When and where?"

"Of course I said when. Just give me the date there."

"Uh-huh. Right. Here's the deal, Colonel Brimmicombe-Wood" -- the Doctor took an inordinate amount of time with each particular syllable of the name -- "I will look into this for you on the condition that you never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, never, ever call me again. Never ever ever. Are we all 'down with it'?"

"Splendid. It's a pleasure never working with you again." The Doctor hung up and then started fiddling with the TARDIS's nav system.

"Doctor, what's going on?" Martha asked.

"Gonna have to raincheck on Ancient Greece. Got a call from an acquaintance of a friend. Something needs sorting out." He started the dematerialization process. "Tell you what -- after we finish up there, we'll go see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota." He grinned.

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