Rating: All Ages
Word count: 1190 words
Author's summary: It's 2012, and a bloke in leather pisses Mickey Smith off at the supermarket.
Characters/Pairings: Mickey Smith/Martha Jones(-Smith), Ninth Doctor
Recced because: A couple of my recs this week are quirky timey-wimey stories, and here's the first of them. A man walks into a supermarket... yes, really! It's 2012, and Mickey Smith is minding his own business as he hunts down acceptable snacks in the supermarket - until he's accosted at the checkout by a man in black leather with big ears wanting to borrow a quid. While the Doctor wants to know what Mickey's doing in 2012, Mickey has a much more important question: why on earth is the Doctor buying batteries?
It's funny and unexpectedly sweet, and I loved it. You may need to suspend disbelief just a little given how different 2005 Mickey looks from End of Time Mickey, but the story's good enough to ignore that.
A little taster to whet your appetite:
Both men gawked at each other for at least a good eight-and-a-half seconds.
The leather-coated, quid-running-out man spoke first. "…Ricky? What the bloody hell are you doing in 2012?"
"Nevermind what the hell I'm doing here, what the hell are you doing back in that big-eared body?" Mickey thought to ask, but all he could stammer out was: "I…I'm living. I'm…still alive."
The Doctor pointed an accusatory finger at him. "You followed me into the TARDIS. Don't. Ever. Follow. Me. Into. The. TARDIS."
"That's right. You should be sorry. Pfft." He folded his arms. "Mickey the Idiot. Now I'll have to stop everything I'm doing… and take you back to the TARDIS, so you can watch the alien crash coverage with the rest of the stupid apes."
It took Mickey only a moment to understand. "Ah, you just dropped Rose off back home a year late! Yeah, that was pretty bad." He shook his head. Pretty bad didn't begin to cover it. He had hated that stupid, girlfriend-stealing alien, his stupid Northern accent and his stupid habit of labeling things "fantastic" when they most certainly were not.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just give me a quid now, will ya? I haven't got all night to sit around and chat."
Mickey felt a large smile spreading across his own mouth. Ahh, this version of the Doctor relied on him for a favor.
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