Title: Most Annoying Companion Ever
Author: Jinni (email@example.com)
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Doctor Who belong to the BBC, et al.
Summary: The Ninth Doctor didn’t stay by himself during his time between asking Rose to come with him and coming back for her a second time. This is the story of a companion he wished he’d never met.
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Teeth grinding and hands clenched so tightly into fists that his knuckles were turning white, the Doctor regarded his newest companion with open irritation
What had he been thinking? Yes the boy’s city had been sinking, caving in thanks to a rift very much like the one under Cardiff. Yes, the stupid ape had been lagging behind and missing out on what looked like the one last getaway vehicle in the whole city when the Doctor poked his head out of the Tardis and looked around.
That did not mean that he’d had to let him stay.
So – honestly – what had he been thinking?
“Andrew,” the Doctor growled, jaw ticking angrily. “Why? Just tell me that – why? Why did you bring that with you?”
That was the boy’s video recorder. By standards during the time he’d picked him up during, it was state of the art.
By the standards of fifteenth century Asagonia, it was witchcraft, plain and simple. The recording of images – the stealing of souls, as arcane as it sounded – was a matter of the utmost seriousness. He hadn’t even realized that Andrew had been carrying it around with him, or else he most certainly would have made him leave it behind in the Tardis.
Or made Andrew and the camera stay behind, he mused.
So he’d been quite surprised when his young would-be friend disappeared, right under his nose.
Alright, not under his nose – he hadn’t been paying that much attention to the boy. He could admit that. Andrew was…irritating on his best days and absolutely aggravating on the worst. The kind of aggravation that made you want to tear your hair out.
That was beside the point – Andrew had disappeared.
He had spent the better part of three hours’ time looking around the archaic little village, trying to find him; convinced for the longest time that maybe, just maybe, Andrew had made a friend.
In retrospect, that was most likely a naïve assumption on his part. One that he would not be making again.
Only when he got near the village square, did he see the notice – already nailed to the village board. Andrew’s face, hurriedly etched out on stiff cream-colored parchment, in plain black ink.
For the crime of witchcraft…sentenced to death…
He’d groaned and considered, albeit very briefly, just leaving Andrew behind. Then that niggling voice of conscience had reminded him that leaving Andrew to die was not something he’d be happy with himself about later, even if it did mean the Tardis was one again quiet.
And so he’d rescued him. Nearly lost his sonic screwdriver in the process and bruised his left shin something awful, stumbling when Andrew took a tumble into him. Ragged, panting, and in pain, they had made their way back to the Tardis, only barely getting the doors shut before the first of the locals started battering away at it.
Which all led them to right here, right now. He was in a foul mood, of course. A throbbing leg and having to save a companion from their own stupidity did that to you, after all.
What he wanted to know was –
“Why?” he demanded again, when Andrew didn’t immediately answer. “Was there something about the medieval lifestyle outside of those very doors,” he gestured to the Tardis’ doors, still being beaten upon, “that made you think ‘now here’s a place to introduce this kind of technology’???”
Andrew’s mouth opened, then closed. He was cowering a bit and that only made the Doctor feel a little better.
No, not better at all. He didn’t want this boy, twit though he was, cowering in fear.
The Doctor sighed. “Well?”
If he couldn’t get a good answer out of him, this was it. He’d take him back to his time – though somewhere a touch safer than the amazing sinking city known as Sunnydale, California.
“I wanted to make a video diary. You know, for everyone back home. They’d really get a kick out of where we’ve been.”
Right, then. He really was a miserably stupid creature.
The Doctor rolled his eyes and went to the controls. He’d set him down in Los Angeles. Let him make his own way from there.
Still, he didn’t want to be alone. Silence was all fine and good at first. Then it became just as tiresome as anything else in the universe.
There was always that one girl. The one who’d saved his life that one time.
Rose. Rose Tyler.
“Right,” the Doctor muttered to himself, pointedly ignoring the apologies and questions that Andrew was shooting firing off at him. “Step one – get rid of the moron. Step two – go back and convince Rose Tyler to get in the damned Tardis.”
End – 1.51p