by Henry Wyckoff
Crossover: XF, DW (4th Doctor), HL, ST:Voy, and the world of David Eddings
"Come on Doctor!" screamed Sarah at the top of her lungs, holding open the TARDIS doors. The Doctor was being chased by several Daleks, and they were closing fast. His long coat was flapping in the wind caused by his own running, and his even longer scarf was beginning to unroll itself from around his neck, threatening to trip him. "COME ON!"
The Doctor nearly knocked her over as he threw himself through the door and landed on the floor, out of wind and red-faced from his recent efforts. "Get us out of here!" he managed to pant.
Sarah, barely functional herself, ran over to the controls and shut the door, which blocked off the Daleks just at the last moment. Another flip of the controls, and they had vanished from that place and time, and emerged in that 'somewhere'. Where they were now, she didn't know, though she knew that the Doctor probably knew. All that mattered was that they were out of danger. Now, she could collapse as well.
Some few hours later, when they were both refreshed enough to get up from their respective locations on the floor, Sarah managed to grumble, "We're going someplace nice!" That wasn't a request. Her long, black hair had fallen in her face, and she grumbled a bit as she threw it back. "We've done nothing but run from Cybermen and into the Daleks, and back again!"
The Doctor, slowly pushing himself up, said brightly, "I have the *perfect* idea!"
Sarah sighed, because she knew that somehow the most perfect ideas turned into the worst disasters. She'd take a slightly unpleasant place over a perfect place any day.
"Don't worry," he smiled, winking, "I know just where to go!"
"Let's hope that's where we're going..." she muttered.
Some knobs were turned and a lever flipped, and the TARDIS began to hum. "Have you been to Scotland?"
"More times than I care to remember..." Not just the number of times, but the years themselves, she failed to add.
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The Nightman entered the bridge, the smell of beer quite strong on him, but nobody noticed except for Tuvok, who raised his eyebrow, but said nothing. Everyone was more occupied with the planet below them, and was babbling about what remote sensing was telling them.
"So, Captain," he slurred a little, "are you going to send down an Away Team?"
Silence descended on the bridge, and everyone looked expectantly at Janeway, who said, "We need to observe a little more. When I'm sure it's right, we'll go down."
* * * *
"Here we go!" the Doctor said loudly, startling Sarah, who was sulking.
"The happiest place on Earth," he smiled wickedly, "Tijuana, Mexico!"
Sarah actually looked happily surprised, and when they felt the TARDIS shake a moment on landing, she was even ready to run out the door. When it was the monitor cover that opened, she was fidgeting impatiently. "Oh come on!"
"Just a good habit," he said soothingly. "Let's make sure we haven't appeared at the wrong place or wrong time." They saw the inside of a spaceship, and they could see that the spaceship monitor was viewing a blue-green planet with a significant cloud cover. "Like I said, it's just a good habit. It appears that we're at the right planet at the right time, but on a spaceship several thousand miles from our destination."
Sarah buried her face in her hands. "And to think I actually believed him..."
Just a few feet away, the bridge crew of Voyager was staring at this blue Police Box that materialized without warning. The crew was mostly puzzled, and Janeway was more furious than shocked. "Computer, scan this object."
The computer immediately responded, "Error. Spatial resolution in conflict."
Janeway looked at Tuvok, who answered, "The computer cannot resolve this object, and probably believes that it is both large and small. Perhaps it's a device to avoid detection."
She nodded, "I guess we'll have to try the old-fashioned way to communicate." Janeway knocked on the front door and yelled, "Is anyone in there?"
The door opened, and a middle-aged man with a childish smile popped his head out, "Excuse me, but can you tell me which is the way to Tijuana?" His accent was English, and he looked human enough.
Pancho ran forward with utter shock on his face. "Doctor! I had no idea you were ---" He clamped his mouth shut in surprise, then looked confused as if he just realized something that he didn't think of before. "No, you couldn't be -- I'd know."
The Doctor looked confused as well. "Villa? What are you doing on a starship?"
Janeway was shocked, "Do you two know one another?"
Pancho nodded, "I met him in London, and about the same way you've met him now. Captain? I think times have just become interesting."
The Doctor emerged from the Police Box, and behind him emerged a young woman wearing a dirt-stained dress and wild hair. She was as wild-eyed as the Doctor was calm and jovial. "Villa, I don't believe you met my travelling companion, Sarah."
He shook his head, "Only from a distance," he held out his hand. "Pancho Villa."
Sarah shook his hand, "As in...?"
He smiled, "A long lifetime ago."
Captain Janeway interrupted, "I'm sure it's great to meet old friends, but perhaps some explanations are in order."
Pancho answered immediately, "I believe this belongs in your ready room."
Janeway stared at him with curiosity, knowing that there was something that he wasn't willing to say to the crowd. "All right."
* * * *
"Mulder!" Scully screamed, running over to where Mulder lay on the floor of his office, his face sunk in a pool of his own vomit. He wasn't moving. She rolled him over and checked for a pulse, which he had: it was weak and racing.
A few curious people stopped in the doorway as they walked through the hall. "SOMEBODY GET AN AMBULANCE!" she screamed, and a few people jumped into action. In the meantime, she pulled off her coat and used a corner to clean the vomit off his face. She used her fingers to clear his breathing passages, and after a moment, he was breathing shallowly.
"Mulder!" she spoke intensely. "Can you hear me?"
He was mumbling something incoherently.
After what seemed like a few moments later, some medics ran into the room, shoving her out of the way.
Scully backed off, letting the medics do their job. Skinner caught her at the doorway, and he motioned her to his office, his face worried. When they got there, and he shut the door, he said, "I'm concerned about Mulder as you are, but you really need to get going, so I'm going to assign you another partner for the time."
"Sir? I don't think it'll be necessary to assign me a temporary partner."
He shook his head, "I think you do. He's someone that I'd trust with my life."
"Who is he?"
"Jan Hendricksen. He's been working Narcotics." He handed her some tickets. "The plane for Tucson leaves in half an hour. Jan will catch you in Dallas."
* * * *
Silk and Powys stood outside. "So, how do you plan to take us to this 'Tucson'?"
Powys opened his hand and threw a bolt of energy upwards, a green bolt that vanished into the sky. "That should get their attention. In a few moments, I think we are going to be visited by some very strange people. I wouldn't provoke them if I were you."
"Then why are you getting their attention?"
"It's not their attention I need, but the attention of someone who just happened to land on their ship." He smiled at Silk, "Nobody can roll the dice as well as I can, and trust me, I'm good at dice!"
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