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chelseagirlThe Tyler Conspiracy, 2/3
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Gen, Sam Tyler. Rose Tyler. Jaye Tyler.
Life on Mars, Doctor Who, Wonderfalls
PG-13 for one or two images. No sex.
No copyright violation intended, just a bit of fun.
Thanks again to my fabulous betareaders,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blancafic and bakednudel, and to my husband for the Britpicking. Spoilers through DW s. 2 and LOM s. 1 only.
Take him home.
“What?” Rose asked.
“Take him home,” Jaye mumbled. “That’s what it said.”
“One of your voices?”
Jaye pointed at the carved stag head at the top of the mirror.
“Not very specific, is it?”
An audible sigh. “That would make things too easy. They never make things easy.”
Sam closed the door, and turned to the girls. “The thing is, take me home exactly where? Or rather, exactly when?”
“Your time or mine?” Jaye asked.
Sam opened the door again, and outside was the hallway. “I guess we’re about to find out.”
##
Gene Hunt was not having a good day, and this only made it worse. “DI Tyler’s done WHAT???” He slammed his coffee cup down for emphasis. “Does this look like a social club?”
He strode out of his office, trailed by a nervous Chris. Why was it that Ray always won the coin tosses?
Sitting at D.I. Sam Tyler’s desk were two women, one in his desk chair and the other perched on the desk top; they were young, attractive, and most definitely not members of the Manchester Police Force.
“Hope you don’t mind,” said the blonde, with a cheeky grin. “Cousin Sam thought we might stay out of trouble here.” Definitely from the other side of the Watford Gap, Gene noted. Ray Carling and some of the other officers were looking at them with open admiration.
“His exact words were, ‘Touch anything and the guv will suggest the lockup is safer.” The brunette was American. Chris had never actually met an American before, but he assumed they sounded the same in real life as they did on the telly. He looked at her more closely, as though she were a species of exotic wildlife.
“Jaye Tyler,” she went on, “and this is Rose Tyler.”
“Sam’s cousins. Jaye’s traveling around Europe this summer, so she’s been staying with me and mum in London.”
“And I hadn’t seen cousin Sam since I was—" Jaye indicated an improbably low height, “so we came up to spend the week with him.”
“Well, you can’t stay here. All kinds of important police business going on.” He turned to Chris. “Go get WPC Cartwright to take charge of these two until Sam gets back.”
Great, thought Gene. A string of young girls getting murdered all over Manchester, and this is when Tyler decides to have his female relatives for a visit.
##
The bloke with the ‘tache wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Ray, but Jaye and I were planning to swap photo albums with cousin Sam tonight; it’ll be dead boring and I wouldn’t want to inflict it on anyone else.”
He continued to murmur something about dancing and the pub.
“Also, my boyfriend? He’s the jealous type.”
“Mine, too,” said Jaye, crossing her arms and trying to imagine Eric punching this rather solid man. “Plus I have this strange allergy to mustaches.”
Ray stroked his, proudly. “Pity, that.”
The younger policeman, the one with the puppydog eyes, had returned, and with him was a uniformed woman, only a few years older than Rose and Jaye. Her hair screamed 1973, but somehow it suited her.
“This is WPC Cartwright,” said the puppydog. “She’ll take you two down to the canteen to wait for DI Tyler.”
Cartwright had a friendly smile, but there was wariness in her eyes. “This way, girls,” she said cheerily. “I’m Annie, by the way.”
One out of earshot of the others, she said, “So you’re Sam’s relatives, are you? Because he’s kind of let on that he didn’t . . .” Clearly she was struggling to say something tactfully. “Umm, have too much family hereabouts.”
“We’re kind of . . . scattered all over,” said Rose.
“So he’s not . . . that is, he really does come from . . .”
“He hasn’t told you?”
Annie Cartwright looked at them solemnly. “The future?”
Rose and Jaye exchanged glances. “That.”
“Really?”
“Well, umm, we can’t really talk about it,” said Jaye.
“Disrupting the space-time continuum and all that,” Rose jumped in, proud of what she’d learned on her travels with the Doctor.
“But he’s not crazy,” Jaye assured her. “Not in the slightest.”
Cartwright looked pensive. “If you . . . say so.”
Rose followed her glance and realized that Jaye was staring raptly at the carved lion on the city seal they’d just walked past. “A cup of tea would go lovely just now.”
They reached the canteen and seated themselves, and WPC Cartwright excused herself to get their refreshments. “What?” Rose whispered.
“What what?” Jaye returned.
“What did the lion say?”
Jaye sighed. “You could tell?”
“You looked at it like it was Moses come down from the mountain. It was pretty obvious.”
“Take him home, just like at the restaurant. Only now I’m not so sure it’s Sam they meant.”
Cartwright returned, laden with steaming mugs of tea and an assortment of biscuits. “I’m glad to hear that Sam’s . . . all right. He’s . . .” she stopped herself.
She doesn’t want Sam to be crazy, but she doesn’t want him to be from the future, either. She wants him to stay, Rose realized. Poor thing. If anyone understands what it’s like to care about a time traveler, that’d be me.
They were on their third round of tea, and had long since given up any pretence at nibbling on the plate of biscuits in front of them, when Sam joined them. He was rubbing one arm.
“Guv in one his moods?” asked Annie.
“Guv’s not best pleased I brought my relatives to work. Something about a serial killer on the loose and young women not being safe. Why don’t I remember this?”
Annie looked a bit uncomfortable, her open, cheerful expression becoming shadowed. “Well . . .”
“He was afraid I’d launch some kind of a big crusade?”
“Something like that. Anyway, the first one was when you were still in Hyde, the second one was when you were in hospital a few months back, and the third one . . . remember that girl who was found in the canal the other day?”
“The one with her throat cut and her . . .” Sam caught himself, looking at Rose and Jaye. “Spreads them out, some, then?”
Annie nodded. “We didn’t realize they were connected, not ‘til this last one.”
“So, what can we do to help?” asked Rose.
Sam and Annie exchanged horrified glances. “Nothing. This is police business.”
Rose leveled her gaze at Sam. “We’re here for a reason; you know that. This is probably it.”
“Bring him home,” said Jaye, softly.
END OF PART TWO
chelseagirl47
Gen, Sam Tyler. Rose Tyler. Jaye Tyler.
Life on Mars, Doctor Who, Wonderfalls
PG-13 for one or two images. No sex.
No copyright violation intended, just a bit of fun.
Thanks again to my fabulous betareaders,
blancafic and bakednudel, and to my husband for the Britpicking. Spoilers through DW s. 2 and LOM s. 1 only.Take him home.
“What?” Rose asked.
“Take him home,” Jaye mumbled. “That’s what it said.”
“One of your voices?”
Jaye pointed at the carved stag head at the top of the mirror.
“Not very specific, is it?”
An audible sigh. “That would make things too easy. They never make things easy.”
Sam closed the door, and turned to the girls. “The thing is, take me home exactly where? Or rather, exactly when?”
“Your time or mine?” Jaye asked.
Sam opened the door again, and outside was the hallway. “I guess we’re about to find out.”
##
Gene Hunt was not having a good day, and this only made it worse. “DI Tyler’s done WHAT???” He slammed his coffee cup down for emphasis. “Does this look like a social club?”
He strode out of his office, trailed by a nervous Chris. Why was it that Ray always won the coin tosses?
Sitting at D.I. Sam Tyler’s desk were two women, one in his desk chair and the other perched on the desk top; they were young, attractive, and most definitely not members of the Manchester Police Force.
“Hope you don’t mind,” said the blonde, with a cheeky grin. “Cousin Sam thought we might stay out of trouble here.” Definitely from the other side of the Watford Gap, Gene noted. Ray Carling and some of the other officers were looking at them with open admiration.
“His exact words were, ‘Touch anything and the guv will suggest the lockup is safer.” The brunette was American. Chris had never actually met an American before, but he assumed they sounded the same in real life as they did on the telly. He looked at her more closely, as though she were a species of exotic wildlife.
“Jaye Tyler,” she went on, “and this is Rose Tyler.”
“Sam’s cousins. Jaye’s traveling around Europe this summer, so she’s been staying with me and mum in London.”
“And I hadn’t seen cousin Sam since I was—" Jaye indicated an improbably low height, “so we came up to spend the week with him.”
“Well, you can’t stay here. All kinds of important police business going on.” He turned to Chris. “Go get WPC Cartwright to take charge of these two until Sam gets back.”
Great, thought Gene. A string of young girls getting murdered all over Manchester, and this is when Tyler decides to have his female relatives for a visit.
##
The bloke with the ‘tache wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Ray, but Jaye and I were planning to swap photo albums with cousin Sam tonight; it’ll be dead boring and I wouldn’t want to inflict it on anyone else.”
He continued to murmur something about dancing and the pub.
“Also, my boyfriend? He’s the jealous type.”
“Mine, too,” said Jaye, crossing her arms and trying to imagine Eric punching this rather solid man. “Plus I have this strange allergy to mustaches.”
Ray stroked his, proudly. “Pity, that.”
The younger policeman, the one with the puppydog eyes, had returned, and with him was a uniformed woman, only a few years older than Rose and Jaye. Her hair screamed 1973, but somehow it suited her.
“This is WPC Cartwright,” said the puppydog. “She’ll take you two down to the canteen to wait for DI Tyler.”
Cartwright had a friendly smile, but there was wariness in her eyes. “This way, girls,” she said cheerily. “I’m Annie, by the way.”
One out of earshot of the others, she said, “So you’re Sam’s relatives, are you? Because he’s kind of let on that he didn’t . . .” Clearly she was struggling to say something tactfully. “Umm, have too much family hereabouts.”
“We’re kind of . . . scattered all over,” said Rose.
“So he’s not . . . that is, he really does come from . . .”
“He hasn’t told you?”
Annie Cartwright looked at them solemnly. “The future?”
Rose and Jaye exchanged glances. “That.”
“Really?”
“Well, umm, we can’t really talk about it,” said Jaye.
“Disrupting the space-time continuum and all that,” Rose jumped in, proud of what she’d learned on her travels with the Doctor.
“But he’s not crazy,” Jaye assured her. “Not in the slightest.”
Cartwright looked pensive. “If you . . . say so.”
Rose followed her glance and realized that Jaye was staring raptly at the carved lion on the city seal they’d just walked past. “A cup of tea would go lovely just now.”
They reached the canteen and seated themselves, and WPC Cartwright excused herself to get their refreshments. “What?” Rose whispered.
“What what?” Jaye returned.
“What did the lion say?”
Jaye sighed. “You could tell?”
“You looked at it like it was Moses come down from the mountain. It was pretty obvious.”
“Take him home, just like at the restaurant. Only now I’m not so sure it’s Sam they meant.”
Cartwright returned, laden with steaming mugs of tea and an assortment of biscuits. “I’m glad to hear that Sam’s . . . all right. He’s . . .” she stopped herself.
She doesn’t want Sam to be crazy, but she doesn’t want him to be from the future, either. She wants him to stay, Rose realized. Poor thing. If anyone understands what it’s like to care about a time traveler, that’d be me.
They were on their third round of tea, and had long since given up any pretence at nibbling on the plate of biscuits in front of them, when Sam joined them. He was rubbing one arm.
“Guv in one his moods?” asked Annie.
“Guv’s not best pleased I brought my relatives to work. Something about a serial killer on the loose and young women not being safe. Why don’t I remember this?”
Annie looked a bit uncomfortable, her open, cheerful expression becoming shadowed. “Well . . .”
“He was afraid I’d launch some kind of a big crusade?”
“Something like that. Anyway, the first one was when you were still in Hyde, the second one was when you were in hospital a few months back, and the third one . . . remember that girl who was found in the canal the other day?”
“The one with her throat cut and her . . .” Sam caught himself, looking at Rose and Jaye. “Spreads them out, some, then?”
Annie nodded. “We didn’t realize they were connected, not ‘til this last one.”
“So, what can we do to help?” asked Rose.
Sam and Annie exchanged horrified glances. “Nothing. This is police business.”
Rose leveled her gaze at Sam. “We’re here for a reason; you know that. This is probably it.”
“Bring him home,” said Jaye, softly.
END OF PART TWO
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Date: 2007-07-13 11:27 am (UTC)So glad you're enjoying it on second glance! :-)
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Date: 2007-07-13 11:38 am (UTC)*squishes*
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Date: 2007-07-13 11:46 am (UTC)I guess the big question is the next part, where actual plot attempts to take place. ;-)
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Date: 2007-07-13 12:00 pm (UTC)Never seen Wonderfalls, but I hear it's good. And nice to get all the Tylers in one space, like the interaction between them, and how Rose and Jaye are trying to help Sam as if he was their real cousin (maybe he is, who knows?) :D
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Date: 2007-07-13 05:14 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you're enjoying it!
When I started this, I didn't know Sam was named after Rose, sort of, but there is still no explanation for Jaye. So it's *got* to be something on a cosmic level, right? ;-)
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Date: 2007-07-13 08:09 pm (UTC)This is such an intriguing idea, a great plot and you have managed to make it accessible to everyone. Brilliant.
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Date: 2007-07-16 12:24 pm (UTC)Just posted part 3.