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Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Title: Welcome to Number Ten, Mr Smith
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Two)
Word Count: Part One: 1,404, Part Two: 1,270
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones
Pairings: Bit of TenII/Rose, (will mainly be Doctor/Master or Smith/Saxon in future parts)
A/N: This is part two of a series of stories set in 'Pete's world', or as it may come to be known 'the World of Improbable Coincidence'
Most screen caps from the SonicBiro site, or the power of google-fu
Catch up : PROLOGUE
WELCOME TO NUMBER TEN, MR SMITH
“Mr Smith is it?”
The Doctor paused for a moment as Tish Jones greeted him. He thought then that it may perhaps be appropriate for him to rename Pete’s World 'The World of Improbable Coincidence'.
“Good morning Miss Jones,” he smiled.
Tish frowned at him but did not comment on the fact he apparently knew her name. “I’m afraid Mr Saxon’s last appointment has overrun considerably and he’ll be unable to see you today,” she told him.
“I don’t mind waiting,” he shrugged. “Waiting in number ten Downing Street is slightly more interesting than daytime television.”
“I’m not sure if his schedule will be able to accommodate it, Mr Smith.” The Doctor took a glance around her desk and surrounding work area, it was overrun with post-it noted piles of paper and files.
“Could do a bit of copying for you if you want?” he asked pointing at the nearest stack which he could see had ‘To Copy’ written on the pink sticky-note. She looked at him like he was crazy. “Really, I’ll only go home and be horribly, horribly bored,” he said with what he had been told was a winning smile.
“Is this man bothering you Tish?” a voice asked from behind him. He turned and was greeted with the sight of a very tall and muscular looking dark haired man who was frowning at him. Security. Typical.
“I’ll just go, don’t want to get in the way,” he said, taking a step back as he spoke.
“No Jason, Mr Smith had an appointment with Mr Saxon which has been cancelled and he was offering to do my photocopying for me,” she explained, although her voice rose a little at the end as if ask a question. Likely something regarding his sanity. Perhaps it was valid.
“Right,” Jason raised an eyebrow.
“Oh let him,” a new voice said, wandering in with two steaming mugs in his hands, setting one down on Tish’s desk and then walking round to leaning on the other desk opposite hers. “He has higher clearance than we do, I doubt there’s anything in your photocopying that he’s not allowed to see,” the Welshman added.
Ianto Jones, if the Doctor remembered correctly, it was probably best he didn’t indicate he knew Ianto’s name though, might make him look more suspicious.
“Ianto Jones,” he said and held out a hand toward the Doctor. He took it. “Although, I expect you already know that,” he added with a small quirk of his mouth.
“How-?”
“I’m the Torchwood London liaison to the PM, I have access to all sorts of interesting information,” he smiled and took a sip of his drink.
“Right, of course,” The Doctor said, hands shoved in his pockets.
“Of course I know you’re not a big fan of Torchwood, but I think you’ll have to get past that if you’re to work for Mr Saxon. First time in history the institute has ever worked so closely with the prime minister or president.”
“Hopefully it’s different here to where I’m from,” the Doctor said. They were giving him the benefit of the doubt; he could extend them the same courtesy.
“I don’t know about that, but we’re working on it. Miss Tyler would likely refuse to work with us otherwise,” he said as he rounded his desk and sat down.
“Too right,” the Doctor murmured, Ianto smiled. He focused on the screen briefly before turning back to the Doctor.
“I can have a quick chat with you now if you want. Mr Saxon would likely have asked the institute to participate in an interview at some point, might as well get it over and done with now,” he said, standing up once again. “Tish, no one is in the boardroom until three are they?”
“Half past,” she said with a smile. Ianto led the Doctor toward a set of wooden double doors which marked the end of the pathway that separated his and Tish’s desks. He pulled one open, “Welcome to Number Ten, Mr Smith.”
“Thank you Mr Jones.”
“He asked lots of questions,” The Doctor replied round a mouthful of food. “Which was a bit weird, I’m used to everyone knowing who I am.”
“Yeah, bit weird isn’t it, there being a Torchwood here but no you?” Rose asked.
“Oh there was a me, they just don’t know what happened to him,” the Doctor told her. He found that a little odd himself, if there was a version of him in this universe maybe it was a version not so enamoured with the human race.
“You think he died?” Rose asked which had been the other, more disconcerting option he had been trying not to think about.
“Maybe,” he shrugged.
“So, Queen Victoria didn’t start Torchwood here after meeting you then?” Rose asked.
“Apparently she did, just in slightly different circumstances,” he said and didn’t explain any further, mainly because the details Ianto had given him were vague and decidedly odd.
“What else did he ask you?”
“Just some questions about planets I’d been to, races of people I’ve met. I think he’s looking forward to expanding their database.”
“Sounds like Ianto,” she replied with a smile.
“You’ve worked with him?” the Doctor asked.
“Yeah, he reports everything we do back to the prime minister so we get a lot of phone calls about completing our paperwork. He’s more of an office-bod, doesn’t go out in the field,” she explained. “What else?”
“He asked me about the state of the Time Lord Empire several times,” he admitted
“That’s a bit weird,” she paused. “Think they’re alive here? Might explain where the other version of you is,” she added.
The Doctor shrugged, didn’t say ‘I really hope they’re not,’ out loud, but answered; “Even when they were I tended to go my own way, that wouldn’t really explain this universe’s Doctor’s mysterious absence.”
“You think you’ll get it?” she asked.
“Depends on what Saxon thinks,” the Doctor shrugged, and wasn’t that a meeting he was avoiding thinking about. It was somehow so much worse now that it had been cancelled once and rescheduled. More time to think about it he supposed. He still wasn’t used to having all this time on his hands, how did people fill in these in between moments when they were waiting around for things to happen?
“But Ianto? He was positive, yeah? I mean even if Saxon doesn’t like you I’m sure they’ll want you for something,” she grinned.
He should have probably explained to Rose, who Harold Saxon really was, or who the Doctor thought this Saxon might be; who he must be considering his appearance. He didn’t want to worry her, he justified. They were just settling in, he didn’t want to ruin it with possible trouble.
“I’d rather work for Mr Saxon though, no offence but I’m not really a massive Torchwood fan. In any reality,” he answered.
“I know, I know,” she said as they stood and gathered up the dirty plates from the table and carried them into the kitchen. “I’m sure Ianto will give you a glowing recommendation,” she said with a smile.
“It’s just fingers crossed that the prime minister will like me,” the Doctor shrugged as he set his plate down on the counter.
“How could he not like you?” Rose grinned and kissed him briefly. She pulled away and started filling the sink with water to do the washing up. “I guarantee it Doctor, Harold Saxon is going to love you.”
Title: Welcome to Number Ten, Mr Smith
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Two)
Word Count: Part One: 1,404, Part Two: 1,270
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones
Pairings: Bit of TenII/Rose, (will mainly be Doctor/Master or Smith/Saxon in future parts)
A/N: This is part two of a series of stories set in 'Pete's world', or as it may come to be known 'the World of Improbable Coincidence'
Most screen caps from the SonicBiro site, or the power of google-fu
Catch up : PROLOGUE
WELCOME TO NUMBER TEN, MR SMITH
“Mr Smith is it?”
The Doctor paused for a moment as Tish Jones greeted him. He thought then that it may perhaps be appropriate for him to rename Pete’s World 'The World of Improbable Coincidence'.
“Good morning Miss Jones,” he smiled.
Tish frowned at him but did not comment on the fact he apparently knew her name. “I’m afraid Mr Saxon’s last appointment has overrun considerably and he’ll be unable to see you today,” she told him.
“I don’t mind waiting,” he shrugged. “Waiting in number ten Downing Street is slightly more interesting than daytime television.”
“I’m not sure if his schedule will be able to accommodate it, Mr Smith.” The Doctor took a glance around her desk and surrounding work area, it was overrun with post-it noted piles of paper and files.
“Could do a bit of copying for you if you want?” he asked pointing at the nearest stack which he could see had ‘To Copy’ written on the pink sticky-note. She looked at him like he was crazy. “Really, I’ll only go home and be horribly, horribly bored,” he said with what he had been told was a winning smile.
“Is this man bothering you Tish?” a voice asked from behind him. He turned and was greeted with the sight of a very tall and muscular looking dark haired man who was frowning at him. Security. Typical.
“I’ll just go, don’t want to get in the way,” he said, taking a step back as he spoke.
“No Jason, Mr Smith had an appointment with Mr Saxon which has been cancelled and he was offering to do my photocopying for me,” she explained, although her voice rose a little at the end as if ask a question. Likely something regarding his sanity. Perhaps it was valid.
“Right,” Jason raised an eyebrow.
“Oh let him,” a new voice said, wandering in with two steaming mugs in his hands, setting one down on Tish’s desk and then walking round to leaning on the other desk opposite hers. “He has higher clearance than we do, I doubt there’s anything in your photocopying that he’s not allowed to see,” the Welshman added.
Ianto Jones, if the Doctor remembered correctly, it was probably best he didn’t indicate he knew Ianto’s name though, might make him look more suspicious.
“Ianto Jones,” he said and held out a hand toward the Doctor. He took it. “Although, I expect you already know that,” he added with a small quirk of his mouth.
“How-?”
“I’m the Torchwood London liaison to the PM, I have access to all sorts of interesting information,” he smiled and took a sip of his drink.
“Right, of course,” The Doctor said, hands shoved in his pockets.
“Of course I know you’re not a big fan of Torchwood, but I think you’ll have to get past that if you’re to work for Mr Saxon. First time in history the institute has ever worked so closely with the prime minister or president.”
“Hopefully it’s different here to where I’m from,” the Doctor said. They were giving him the benefit of the doubt; he could extend them the same courtesy.
“I don’t know about that, but we’re working on it. Miss Tyler would likely refuse to work with us otherwise,” he said as he rounded his desk and sat down.
“Too right,” the Doctor murmured, Ianto smiled. He focused on the screen briefly before turning back to the Doctor.
“I can have a quick chat with you now if you want. Mr Saxon would likely have asked the institute to participate in an interview at some point, might as well get it over and done with now,” he said, standing up once again. “Tish, no one is in the boardroom until three are they?”
“Half past,” she said with a smile. Ianto led the Doctor toward a set of wooden double doors which marked the end of the pathway that separated his and Tish’s desks. He pulled one open, “Welcome to Number Ten, Mr Smith.”
“Thank you Mr Jones.”
* * *
“So, what did he say?” Rose asked as she sat down at the dining table next to him and took a forkful of rice.“He asked lots of questions,” The Doctor replied round a mouthful of food. “Which was a bit weird, I’m used to everyone knowing who I am.”
“Yeah, bit weird isn’t it, there being a Torchwood here but no you?” Rose asked.
“Oh there was a me, they just don’t know what happened to him,” the Doctor told her. He found that a little odd himself, if there was a version of him in this universe maybe it was a version not so enamoured with the human race.
“You think he died?” Rose asked which had been the other, more disconcerting option he had been trying not to think about.
“Maybe,” he shrugged.
“So, Queen Victoria didn’t start Torchwood here after meeting you then?” Rose asked.
“Apparently she did, just in slightly different circumstances,” he said and didn’t explain any further, mainly because the details Ianto had given him were vague and decidedly odd.
“What else did he ask you?”
“Just some questions about planets I’d been to, races of people I’ve met. I think he’s looking forward to expanding their database.”
“Sounds like Ianto,” she replied with a smile.
“You’ve worked with him?” the Doctor asked.
“Yeah, he reports everything we do back to the prime minister so we get a lot of phone calls about completing our paperwork. He’s more of an office-bod, doesn’t go out in the field,” she explained. “What else?”
“He asked me about the state of the Time Lord Empire several times,” he admitted
“That’s a bit weird,” she paused. “Think they’re alive here? Might explain where the other version of you is,” she added.
The Doctor shrugged, didn’t say ‘I really hope they’re not,’ out loud, but answered; “Even when they were I tended to go my own way, that wouldn’t really explain this universe’s Doctor’s mysterious absence.”
“You think you’ll get it?” she asked.
“Depends on what Saxon thinks,” the Doctor shrugged, and wasn’t that a meeting he was avoiding thinking about. It was somehow so much worse now that it had been cancelled once and rescheduled. More time to think about it he supposed. He still wasn’t used to having all this time on his hands, how did people fill in these in between moments when they were waiting around for things to happen?
“But Ianto? He was positive, yeah? I mean even if Saxon doesn’t like you I’m sure they’ll want you for something,” she grinned.
He should have probably explained to Rose, who Harold Saxon really was, or who the Doctor thought this Saxon might be; who he must be considering his appearance. He didn’t want to worry her, he justified. They were just settling in, he didn’t want to ruin it with possible trouble.
“I’d rather work for Mr Saxon though, no offence but I’m not really a massive Torchwood fan. In any reality,” he answered.
“I know, I know,” she said as they stood and gathered up the dirty plates from the table and carried them into the kitchen. “I’m sure Ianto will give you a glowing recommendation,” she said with a smile.
“It’s just fingers crossed that the prime minister will like me,” the Doctor shrugged as he set his plate down on the counter.
“How could he not like you?” Rose grinned and kissed him briefly. She pulled away and started filling the sink with water to do the washing up. “I guarantee it Doctor, Harold Saxon is going to love you.”
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Thank you for commenting! :)
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NO HANDY NO! YOU'RE MEANT FOR ROSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thought you might like the icon as well....
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well that answered my question! *slinks off REALLY embarrassed* XD
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"Love you" indeed Doctor.
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Thank you for commenting!
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P.S. By the way, your pictures, first - the newspaper, now - the photo, are absolutely brilliant! They make this just the best story ever!
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The pictures are more to spur me on to write, i tend to write more if i have pictures!! I'm glad you like them though! So far I've made one for all of the next chapters (and one for the last which i've yet to write!!)