Christmas fragment for Snorkack_catcher
Oct. 31st, 2007 12:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tree_and_leafHere's another Christmas fic, or rather a fragment. At the moment it's more of a bunny looking for a plot, but I have a few ideas.... It is, at any rate, Third Doctor; in fact, it's a Who/ Potter crossover.
Title: Alastor Moody and the Fury in the Dark
Characters: Moody, the Doctor, Lethbridge-Stewart, Liz Shaw.
Gen.
The Muggles were already out in force when Moody and Dawlish arrived at the shore. There were two policemen, and a group of what looked like soldiers, although they were dressed in beige uniforms that were odd even by Muggle standards. They wore armbands, too. UNIT… Moody frowned, trying to remember where he had heard that before. There had been something in a briefing recently… Oh well, standard operating procedures still applied.
He strode over towards the soldiers. The leader was obvious – the ramrod straight middle-aged man with the neat moustache and the swagger-stick. Looks a bit like Crouch, thought Moody gloomily. Beside the commander – a brigadier, Moody noticed, a higher ranking officer than he’d expected to encounter at the scene of what the Muggles surely thought was just a minor mystery – were two civilians, one a pretty but rather formidable looking young woman, the other a man with an assertive nose and a shock of grey hair, dressed so flamboyantly that for a moment Moody thought he was a Wizard trying to pass as a Muggle. That was an opera cloak, wasn’t it?
“Good afternoon, Brigadier, I’m Alastor Moody from the MOD. Thank you for securing the scene, and we’ll take over from here. Here’s my clearance.”
The Brigadier took the ID, looking annoyed – understandably, thought Moody. “May I remind you, Mr- is it? Mr Mawsley, that UNIT is answerable to Geneva, and while I want to give the MOD every assistance, I will not be ordered off. It’s not within – Oh.”
He was looking at the paper, which was just as well, as Moody was somewhat at a loss for what to say. Damn! He hated not being properly briefed, and the fact that he suspected it might be his own fault didn’t help. But everything had been so chaotic recently that Muggle administrative changes had seemed unimportant. It just went to show what happened if you let your guard down.
“This is the point where you’re supposed to say ‘You may be attached to UNIT, but you're still a British soldier,” said the grey-haired man, with an air of polite condescension. Moody decided that he didn’t like him. The Brigadier, who was still frowning, finally looked up from the paper, his eyes puzzled and a little aggrieved. “Well – that seems to be in order, but it’s really most irregular and I must protest in the strongest terms. I shall be getting in touch with Geneva immediately, I do not regard it as acceptable for UNIT to be excluded from something that clearly falls within our remit.”
“That’s not proven” said Moody, bluffing. You do that, laddie, take it to Geneva and watch it mysteriously vanish under a pile of red tape. What was it UNIT was supposed to deal with? It was something odd, he remembered that much. Fairies... no, it wasn’t magical, even given the peculiar ideas Muggles had on the subject. Something to do with ‘extra-territorial threats’, whatever that meant. Bureaucracies everywhere generated impenetrable jargon. Epidemic control? Natural disasters?
The Brigadier, still visibly fuming, was handing back Moody’s ‘clearance’ – a piece of parchment enchanted to Confound any Muggle looking at it, when the grey-haired man reached for it. “If I may?” The tone suggested it wasn’t really a question.
“I’m not very clear what business it is of yours,” said Moody, keeping in character, “but go ahead.”
“Doctor Smith and Doctor Shaw” said the Brigadier, gesturing. “Civilian scientific advisors to UNIT, and I assure you that they’re both cleared adequately.”
“Where did you get this from” said the Doctor, looking up sharply. “And who are you?”
“Doctor?” said the girl. “It’s just an ordinary MOD ID pass, you must have seen them before.”
“Ah, but it’s not, you see. It looks,” he waved it triumphantly at Moody, “like some sort of psychic paper, or should I say parchment – but that sort of vulgar magic trick doesn’t work on me.”
Magic? The old Muggle knew? Moody cursed; these were deep waters.
“Mawsley, if you can’t explain yourself I’m going to have to take you into custody” said the Brigadier. Dawlish’s hand moved sharply to his concealed wand in his jacket; Moody heard the unmistakable sound of a rifle being cocked.
“Dawlish, don’t be a fool,” he said. “I’m sure this can all be explained to the Brigadier’s satisfaction.” Well… there would be time to perform Memory charms later, but for now he had to find out what this Doctor Smith knew, and how. Had there been a breach of the Statute?
“Well,” said the wretched man impertuably, “I suggest you do so quickly. We musn’t give them anymore of a start than they’ve got.”
“Who?” said Dawlish, rudely; he was obviously still in favour of hexing the whole crew.
“Whoever’s responsible for this, of course. Could be any number of creatures, all of them quite nasty. Of course, you could be part of them, but you look human enough to me, whatever your game is.”
Moody groaned silently. There were non-human Beings involved as well? The day was getting worse and worse.
Title: Alastor Moody and the Fury in the Dark
Characters: Moody, the Doctor, Lethbridge-Stewart, Liz Shaw.
Gen.
The Muggles were already out in force when Moody and Dawlish arrived at the shore. There were two policemen, and a group of what looked like soldiers, although they were dressed in beige uniforms that were odd even by Muggle standards. They wore armbands, too. UNIT… Moody frowned, trying to remember where he had heard that before. There had been something in a briefing recently… Oh well, standard operating procedures still applied.
He strode over towards the soldiers. The leader was obvious – the ramrod straight middle-aged man with the neat moustache and the swagger-stick. Looks a bit like Crouch, thought Moody gloomily. Beside the commander – a brigadier, Moody noticed, a higher ranking officer than he’d expected to encounter at the scene of what the Muggles surely thought was just a minor mystery – were two civilians, one a pretty but rather formidable looking young woman, the other a man with an assertive nose and a shock of grey hair, dressed so flamboyantly that for a moment Moody thought he was a Wizard trying to pass as a Muggle. That was an opera cloak, wasn’t it?
“Good afternoon, Brigadier, I’m Alastor Moody from the MOD. Thank you for securing the scene, and we’ll take over from here. Here’s my clearance.”
The Brigadier took the ID, looking annoyed – understandably, thought Moody. “May I remind you, Mr- is it? Mr Mawsley, that UNIT is answerable to Geneva, and while I want to give the MOD every assistance, I will not be ordered off. It’s not within – Oh.”
He was looking at the paper, which was just as well, as Moody was somewhat at a loss for what to say. Damn! He hated not being properly briefed, and the fact that he suspected it might be his own fault didn’t help. But everything had been so chaotic recently that Muggle administrative changes had seemed unimportant. It just went to show what happened if you let your guard down.
“This is the point where you’re supposed to say ‘You may be attached to UNIT, but you're still a British soldier,” said the grey-haired man, with an air of polite condescension. Moody decided that he didn’t like him. The Brigadier, who was still frowning, finally looked up from the paper, his eyes puzzled and a little aggrieved. “Well – that seems to be in order, but it’s really most irregular and I must protest in the strongest terms. I shall be getting in touch with Geneva immediately, I do not regard it as acceptable for UNIT to be excluded from something that clearly falls within our remit.”
“That’s not proven” said Moody, bluffing. You do that, laddie, take it to Geneva and watch it mysteriously vanish under a pile of red tape. What was it UNIT was supposed to deal with? It was something odd, he remembered that much. Fairies... no, it wasn’t magical, even given the peculiar ideas Muggles had on the subject. Something to do with ‘extra-territorial threats’, whatever that meant. Bureaucracies everywhere generated impenetrable jargon. Epidemic control? Natural disasters?
The Brigadier, still visibly fuming, was handing back Moody’s ‘clearance’ – a piece of parchment enchanted to Confound any Muggle looking at it, when the grey-haired man reached for it. “If I may?” The tone suggested it wasn’t really a question.
“I’m not very clear what business it is of yours,” said Moody, keeping in character, “but go ahead.”
“Doctor Smith and Doctor Shaw” said the Brigadier, gesturing. “Civilian scientific advisors to UNIT, and I assure you that they’re both cleared adequately.”
“Where did you get this from” said the Doctor, looking up sharply. “And who are you?”
“Doctor?” said the girl. “It’s just an ordinary MOD ID pass, you must have seen them before.”
“Ah, but it’s not, you see. It looks,” he waved it triumphantly at Moody, “like some sort of psychic paper, or should I say parchment – but that sort of vulgar magic trick doesn’t work on me.”
Magic? The old Muggle knew? Moody cursed; these were deep waters.
“Mawsley, if you can’t explain yourself I’m going to have to take you into custody” said the Brigadier. Dawlish’s hand moved sharply to his concealed wand in his jacket; Moody heard the unmistakable sound of a rifle being cocked.
“Dawlish, don’t be a fool,” he said. “I’m sure this can all be explained to the Brigadier’s satisfaction.” Well… there would be time to perform Memory charms later, but for now he had to find out what this Doctor Smith knew, and how. Had there been a breach of the Statute?
“Well,” said the wretched man impertuably, “I suggest you do so quickly. We musn’t give them anymore of a start than they’ve got.”
“Who?” said Dawlish, rudely; he was obviously still in favour of hexing the whole crew.
“Whoever’s responsible for this, of course. Could be any number of creatures, all of them quite nasty. Of course, you could be part of them, but you look human enough to me, whatever your game is.”
Moody groaned silently. There were non-human Beings involved as well? The day was getting worse and worse.
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Date: 2007-10-30 11:52 pm (UTC)Very, very good - absolutely right that Moody would see something wizard-like about the Doctor, and even more true that wizards would have problems with the role of UNIT. What is the view of the wizarding world on extraterrestrials? I look forward to finding out.
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Date: 2007-11-01 10:36 am (UTC)Moody doesn't know what to make of the Doctor, he doesn't fit into any of his categories.
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Date: 2007-10-31 03:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-01 10:40 am (UTC)I intend to continue...
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Date: 2007-10-31 07:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-01 10:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-01 10:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-31 09:47 am (UTC)"Just for once, I'd like to meet an enemy that bullets DID stop"
Date: 2007-11-01 10:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-31 10:05 am (UTC)MM
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Date: 2007-11-01 10:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-04 12:44 pm (UTC)Ah, I love this.
Marvellous premise, spot-on characterisation and Three and the Brig crossing swords with old Moody - what more could I possibly want?
*mems happily*
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Date: 2007-11-04 10:54 pm (UTC)