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tree_and_leafIt is, in fact, a Doctor Who/ Kidnapped crossover ficlet. The Doctor and Alan Breck, with Sarah-Jane Smith in a non-speaking part. Possibly slightly cracky.
Title: "To Absent Friends"
Characters: Three, Alan Breck Stewart.
Summary: The Doctor asks after an old friend.
Words: 628.
Am not the BBC, etc. Alan Breck Stewart has wandered out of "Kidnapped", though he was a historical character, but I'm not Robert Louis Stevenson either, I just wish I could write as well as he does.
“Just a moment,” said the Doctor to Sarah, and hurried over to the little pockmarked man in a light blue brocade coat, who was regarding the room of exiled Highlanders and French dignitaries as if he was the equal of them all.
“Excuse me, I wonder if you could help me? You’re Alan Breck Stewart, are you not?”
“You’re unco free with my name” said the little man sharply, “But aye, I am.”
“Splendid. I’m trying to find out what happened to a friend of mine after Culloden. His name was Jamie MacCrimmond.”
“And who might you be, and are you of the honest party? You speak like a Sassenach, but if you are a friend of an honest Highlander, you’ll understand why I ask.”
“They call me the Doctor” said the Doctor. “As to the rest, I’m an honest man with no love of tyranny, though I never much liked taking sides in politics. But I'm most anxious to hear news of Jamie. He was a dear friend of mine, though it may be he’s forgotten me.”
Alan snorted. “Aye. I know one lad that calls himself a Hanovarian who has the makings of a very honest gentleman for all that, though sadly confused in the essentials… I know a wheen MacCrimmonds, and quite a few James MacCrimmonds. What was he like, your friend?”
“Short, dark, played the pipes,”
“Sounds like every MacCrimmond I ever heard tell of.”
“He usually wore a red kilt, and he was a very loyal, true friend. I know he fought at Culloden, and I’d hate to think he died there. He was in the service of the MacLarens.”
Alan thought for a moment. “Wait... I believe I know the man you mean. He got a terrible dunt on the head in the battle – is that what you mean about him not knowing you? He lost his memory for a long time, they say. But there were one-two lads who took pity on him, and they got away to France right enough, and the MacLaren offered to get him a commission in Lewis’ army. But he said he’d seen enough of the wars, and he wanted to study medicine. Which was absurd, as he had no Latin, though he could read at least, but he wouldn’t hear of anything else. He had a priest – a cousin of mine, as it happens – teach him the Latin and a touch of the Greek, and nothing would do but he went off to Leiden and trained for a doctor.”
The Doctor beamed. “And what’s he doing now?”
“Ach, he does well enough; he’s doctor to a lot of honest Scots folk who are blithe to hear a good Highland tongue in their illness. And he’s married to a French lass, called Victorie, or some such. A wee bit wanchancy, all the same. They say he has the sight, and dreams strange dreams. But a good fellow from all I’ve heard tell of him.”
The Doctor sighed. “Well, all the same that’s good news. Look – if you do happen to see him, tell him… Tell him the Doctor won’t forget him, and that he’s proud to have known him.”
“Aye, I’ll tell him” said Alan. “But man, I’d rather you gave me your right name.”
“Oh, you can call me John Smith. But he’ll know me as ‘the Doctor’ or he’ll not know me at all. And… tell him not to pay too much heed to what things look like at first glance.”
And nodding in farewell to the somewhat bemused Alan, he turned on his heel. “Come on Sarah, let’s get out of here. I’ve had enough of the eighteenth century to last me for some time…”
Title: "To Absent Friends"
Characters: Three, Alan Breck Stewart.
Summary: The Doctor asks after an old friend.
Words: 628.
Am not the BBC, etc. Alan Breck Stewart has wandered out of "Kidnapped", though he was a historical character, but I'm not Robert Louis Stevenson either, I just wish I could write as well as he does.
“Just a moment,” said the Doctor to Sarah, and hurried over to the little pockmarked man in a light blue brocade coat, who was regarding the room of exiled Highlanders and French dignitaries as if he was the equal of them all.
“Excuse me, I wonder if you could help me? You’re Alan Breck Stewart, are you not?”
“You’re unco free with my name” said the little man sharply, “But aye, I am.”
“Splendid. I’m trying to find out what happened to a friend of mine after Culloden. His name was Jamie MacCrimmond.”
“And who might you be, and are you of the honest party? You speak like a Sassenach, but if you are a friend of an honest Highlander, you’ll understand why I ask.”
“They call me the Doctor” said the Doctor. “As to the rest, I’m an honest man with no love of tyranny, though I never much liked taking sides in politics. But I'm most anxious to hear news of Jamie. He was a dear friend of mine, though it may be he’s forgotten me.”
Alan snorted. “Aye. I know one lad that calls himself a Hanovarian who has the makings of a very honest gentleman for all that, though sadly confused in the essentials… I know a wheen MacCrimmonds, and quite a few James MacCrimmonds. What was he like, your friend?”
“Short, dark, played the pipes,”
“Sounds like every MacCrimmond I ever heard tell of.”
“He usually wore a red kilt, and he was a very loyal, true friend. I know he fought at Culloden, and I’d hate to think he died there. He was in the service of the MacLarens.”
Alan thought for a moment. “Wait... I believe I know the man you mean. He got a terrible dunt on the head in the battle – is that what you mean about him not knowing you? He lost his memory for a long time, they say. But there were one-two lads who took pity on him, and they got away to France right enough, and the MacLaren offered to get him a commission in Lewis’ army. But he said he’d seen enough of the wars, and he wanted to study medicine. Which was absurd, as he had no Latin, though he could read at least, but he wouldn’t hear of anything else. He had a priest – a cousin of mine, as it happens – teach him the Latin and a touch of the Greek, and nothing would do but he went off to Leiden and trained for a doctor.”
The Doctor beamed. “And what’s he doing now?”
“Ach, he does well enough; he’s doctor to a lot of honest Scots folk who are blithe to hear a good Highland tongue in their illness. And he’s married to a French lass, called Victorie, or some such. A wee bit wanchancy, all the same. They say he has the sight, and dreams strange dreams. But a good fellow from all I’ve heard tell of him.”
The Doctor sighed. “Well, all the same that’s good news. Look – if you do happen to see him, tell him… Tell him the Doctor won’t forget him, and that he’s proud to have known him.”
“Aye, I’ll tell him” said Alan. “But man, I’d rather you gave me your right name.”
“Oh, you can call me John Smith. But he’ll know me as ‘the Doctor’ or he’ll not know me at all. And… tell him not to pay too much heed to what things look like at first glance.”
And nodding in farewell to the somewhat bemused Alan, he turned on his heel. “Come on Sarah, let’s get out of here. I’ve had enough of the eighteenth century to last me for some time…”
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Date: 2007-11-04 03:00 pm (UTC)It sounds exactly like Alan! You're unco free with my name; he’s doctor to a lot of honest Scots folk who are blithe to hear a good Highland tongue in their illness
I'm beaming as much as the Doctor at hearing good news of such an old friend :-)
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Date: 2007-11-04 03:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-06 10:20 am (UTC)“Short, dark, played the pipes,”
Is it me, or is the Doctor being the stereotypical American who says "So you live in London? You must know my friend John who lives in Glasgow!"
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Date: 2007-11-06 12:57 pm (UTC)Is it me, or is the Doctor being the stereotypical American who says "So you live in London? You must know my friend John who lives in Glasgow!"
Well, he gets points for having had the sense to pick someone who is from the right country, the right side, and was in the right battle, but other than that... yes, pretty much. Especially given that the MacCrimmonds were particularly famous for their piping, so saying 'he played the bagpipes' is not helpful. On the other hand, the reference to the McLarens is, at least potentially,
because the Doctor Who writers got it wrong; the MacCrimmonds weren't generally associated with the McClarens, but were pipers to some other clan whose name escapes me at the moment. Probably the MacDonalds.(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-06 03:47 pm (UTC)Anyway I think you did a fine job with this and I enjoyed it very much.
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Date: 2007-11-06 09:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 11:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-13 12:27 am (UTC)kidnapped fic
Date: 2007-12-31 03:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
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