Rating: All ages
Word Count: 2666
Author's Summary: “Why does the Doctor always have to land us in these sorts of situations anyway?”
Characters/Pairings: Hex, Fitz, The Eighth Doctor and a side of The Seventh Doctor and Ace.
Warnings: Fitz ends up in hospital?
Recced because: Companions meeting each other is always fun. Companions meeting each other in foxholes is even better. Also Hex gets to be Nurse Hex and is utterly fabulous at it. The dynamics between Hex and Fitz are fun. They banter, call each other names, and even have a wee slashy undertone.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” the young man repeated frantically under his breath. It almost sounded like a mantra, or–well, or a prayer. Fitz found that a little funny. But then, he had all sorts of gallows humour these days.
“Shut up,” he hissed to the young man, grabbing his jacket collar and yanking him down into the dirt. He’d just landed in Fitz’s hole from Christ knew where and now he was going to get Fitz killed. Fab. “D’you really want them noticing us?”
“Sorry, sorry,” said the other bloke, sounding pleasantly and surprisingly Scouse. “I just–oh, bloody hell, duck!”
He pulled Fitz down even further, landing on top of him and knocking the wind out of him. Fitz coughed and breathed in mud. He pushed weakly at the guy, and the other man obligingly rolled off him.