Boy/Girl Thing - Doctor Who
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randomsushiWhile investigating a crashed spaceship, Zoe plays with a mysterious machine and accidently turns Jamie into a girl.
“Er…” The Doctor coughed nervously and wondered what the hell to say. “Um, are you all right?”
“S’pose so,” Jamie muttered sullenly, feeling surprisingly insulted at being rejected. “Wasnae exactly a soft landing but I’ll live.”
“Oh, I meant about…” The Doctor trailed off. “Oh dear, Jamie. I’m so terribly sorry. I never intended to-“
“Och, dinnae worry about it,” Jamie interrupted. “Y’ couldnae help it, like Zoe and the crew.”
For a second, it looked like the Doctor was going to carry on apologising, then he sighed and nodded. “Very well. I suppose I’d better carry on working on that antidote, hmm?”
With that, he turned around and busied himself with the lab equipment, which was very effective at stopping him from thinking about the kiss.
Stuck in the glass room, Jamie had no such distraction. She had nothing to do but watch the Doctor work and wonder if she’d gone insane as well. It was very likely. In fact, blaming the whole thing on a large surge of crazy girl chemicals was a very comforting idea. Despite having travelled through time, walked on the moon and visited Atlantis, she was still an 18th century boy and she wasn’t quite ready to admit that she found the Doctor rather attractive.
All of a sudden, there was loud crashing sound from the direction of the TARDIS doors. Jamie grabbed her knife and the Doctor looked up, startled. “Wait there,” he ordered, and ran out of the lab.
“No wait, let me out!” Jamie shouted, banging on the glass. She kicked the wall in frustration when there was no answer.
A moment later, the Doctor reappeared, followed by Zoe, who for some reason, was wearing a space suit. “Oh, what a great idea,” she said enthusiastically, spotting Jamie in the isolation room. “Can we leave him in there?”
“Only until it’s safe,” the Doctor said sternly as Jamie made a rude gesture at her. “I assume that’s why you’re wearing a space suit, am I right?”
“Oh, yes.” Zoe unclipped the oxygen tanks on her back and began climbing out of the suit. “I thought perhaps if I had a separate oxygen supply, I might not be so badly affected.”
“And when did you start thinking normally again?” the Doctor asked.
Zoe looked thoughtful. “About twenty minutes ago, why?”
“That would be about when we entered the TARDIS. That gives us some idea how long these pheromones last,” the Doctor said thoughtfully. He wandered over to the computer and started typing.
“What about t’ rest of he’ crew?” Jamie asked in interest.
“Well, they all seem to be back to normal too,” Zoe said, leaning against the glass. “What did Captain Truman do to you, by the way? He was very apologetic.”
“Nothing.”
Zoe smirked knowingly. “Really? Nothing?”
Jamie glared at her. “Aye, nothing. Well, he asked me t’ marry him-“ She stopped speaking as Zoe started laughing. “It’s no’ funny!”
“Stop teasing Jamie and come and help me,” the Doctor ordered. Still chuckling, Zoe joined the Doctor as the computer. He pointed at the screen. “Now, these as the air samples from the isolation room, and this is the blood chemical breakdown…”
Bored, Jamie began pacing the isolation room and tried not to think.
/\/\/\
“What do you think?” Zoe asked a few hours later, holding up a beaker of pink liquid.
“I think I’m hungry,” Jamie replied from her glass room.
Zoe ignored her and held out the beaker towards the Doctor. He sniffed it and then stepped back, his eyes watering. “Goodness! Yes, that certainly smells off-putting. That should do the job nicely.”
“Is it done?” Jamie asked hopefully. “Can I come out and have something to eat?”
“In a minute,” the Doctor said impatiently, waving a hand in her general direction. “Now then… let’s add some of this…” He added a few drops of some green sludge and swirled the lot around. “OK, I think we’re just about ready. Zoe, could you pass me that atomizer there please?”
He poured the solution into the bottle and shook it. “Now, Jamie,” he said, looking directly at her for the first time since he’d molested her. “I’m going to open the door and spray this on you. But don’t step out of the room; I want to see how long the effects last against Zoe and you’ll need to be able to get back in there quickly.”
Jamie looked disappointed. “I cannae get food?”
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll last long enough for that,” Zoe said, wrinkling her nose. “Once you smell like that stuff, no-one will want to touch you.”
To minimise any danger, the Doctor began spraying as he pressed the button to open the door and Jamie winced as she was engulfed in a foul smelling cloud of green gas. “Ugh, that’s horrible.”
“I don’t care how bad you smell,” Zoe said, looking glassy-eyed. “You’re still gorgeous. I want your babies.”
She took a wobbly step forward and the Doctor hastily closed the door again. “Let’s try a bit more of the blue stuff, shall we?”
/\/\/\
The next attempt was even less successful. Despite being banished from the lab to give the antidote a chance to work, less that five seconds passed before Zoe lost control, burst into the room and tackled Jamie to the ground. It took several jabs from the electric shock baton to stop her from ripping the buttons off of Jamie’s blouse.
“Can’t we do this wit’ Captain Truman?” Jamie complained, holding the front of her shirt closed.
Zoe groaned and began to climb slowly to her feet. “I like that idea. That hurt.”
“I meant because he’s less violent than you,” Jamie said, looking sadly at a set of scratches across her upper chest.
“I’m afraid not,” the Doctor said, holding the spray bottle up to the light. “It would far to complicated to explain. And anyway, if this one doesn’t work, I’ll sedate her before we try again.”
“No you will not!” Zoe said, looking horrified. “Can’t you just push me away? I’m a tiny little girl!”
“I’m going to lock the lab door this time,” the Doctor said, ignoring her complains. “That should give Jamie enough time to get back into isolation.”
Zoe stomped out of the room, muttering angrily under her breath. The Doctor shook his head and smiled ruefully at Jamie. “Oh dear, this isn’t going well, is it?”
“She tore my shirt,” Jamie said unhappily, lifting up her arm so the Doctor could see the split seam.
“Well hopefully she won’t be able to get it the room this time,” the Doctor said cheerfully, shaking the spray bottle.
“Hopefully it’ll work this time,” Jamie corrected.
“Yes, that too,” he agreed. He hit the button and sprayed a cloud of noxious grey gas over the girl.
Then they waited.
“Er…” The Doctor coughed nervously and wondered what the hell to say. “Um, are you all right?”
“S’pose so,” Jamie muttered sullenly, feeling surprisingly insulted at being rejected. “Wasnae exactly a soft landing but I’ll live.”
“Oh, I meant about…” The Doctor trailed off. “Oh dear, Jamie. I’m so terribly sorry. I never intended to-“
“Och, dinnae worry about it,” Jamie interrupted. “Y’ couldnae help it, like Zoe and the crew.”
For a second, it looked like the Doctor was going to carry on apologising, then he sighed and nodded. “Very well. I suppose I’d better carry on working on that antidote, hmm?”
With that, he turned around and busied himself with the lab equipment, which was very effective at stopping him from thinking about the kiss.
Stuck in the glass room, Jamie had no such distraction. She had nothing to do but watch the Doctor work and wonder if she’d gone insane as well. It was very likely. In fact, blaming the whole thing on a large surge of crazy girl chemicals was a very comforting idea. Despite having travelled through time, walked on the moon and visited Atlantis, she was still an 18th century boy and she wasn’t quite ready to admit that she found the Doctor rather attractive.
All of a sudden, there was loud crashing sound from the direction of the TARDIS doors. Jamie grabbed her knife and the Doctor looked up, startled. “Wait there,” he ordered, and ran out of the lab.
“No wait, let me out!” Jamie shouted, banging on the glass. She kicked the wall in frustration when there was no answer.
A moment later, the Doctor reappeared, followed by Zoe, who for some reason, was wearing a space suit. “Oh, what a great idea,” she said enthusiastically, spotting Jamie in the isolation room. “Can we leave him in there?”
“Only until it’s safe,” the Doctor said sternly as Jamie made a rude gesture at her. “I assume that’s why you’re wearing a space suit, am I right?”
“Oh, yes.” Zoe unclipped the oxygen tanks on her back and began climbing out of the suit. “I thought perhaps if I had a separate oxygen supply, I might not be so badly affected.”
“And when did you start thinking normally again?” the Doctor asked.
Zoe looked thoughtful. “About twenty minutes ago, why?”
“That would be about when we entered the TARDIS. That gives us some idea how long these pheromones last,” the Doctor said thoughtfully. He wandered over to the computer and started typing.
“What about t’ rest of he’ crew?” Jamie asked in interest.
“Well, they all seem to be back to normal too,” Zoe said, leaning against the glass. “What did Captain Truman do to you, by the way? He was very apologetic.”
“Nothing.”
Zoe smirked knowingly. “Really? Nothing?”
Jamie glared at her. “Aye, nothing. Well, he asked me t’ marry him-“ She stopped speaking as Zoe started laughing. “It’s no’ funny!”
“Stop teasing Jamie and come and help me,” the Doctor ordered. Still chuckling, Zoe joined the Doctor as the computer. He pointed at the screen. “Now, these as the air samples from the isolation room, and this is the blood chemical breakdown…”
Bored, Jamie began pacing the isolation room and tried not to think.
/\/\/\
“What do you think?” Zoe asked a few hours later, holding up a beaker of pink liquid.
“I think I’m hungry,” Jamie replied from her glass room.
Zoe ignored her and held out the beaker towards the Doctor. He sniffed it and then stepped back, his eyes watering. “Goodness! Yes, that certainly smells off-putting. That should do the job nicely.”
“Is it done?” Jamie asked hopefully. “Can I come out and have something to eat?”
“In a minute,” the Doctor said impatiently, waving a hand in her general direction. “Now then… let’s add some of this…” He added a few drops of some green sludge and swirled the lot around. “OK, I think we’re just about ready. Zoe, could you pass me that atomizer there please?”
He poured the solution into the bottle and shook it. “Now, Jamie,” he said, looking directly at her for the first time since he’d molested her. “I’m going to open the door and spray this on you. But don’t step out of the room; I want to see how long the effects last against Zoe and you’ll need to be able to get back in there quickly.”
Jamie looked disappointed. “I cannae get food?”
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll last long enough for that,” Zoe said, wrinkling her nose. “Once you smell like that stuff, no-one will want to touch you.”
To minimise any danger, the Doctor began spraying as he pressed the button to open the door and Jamie winced as she was engulfed in a foul smelling cloud of green gas. “Ugh, that’s horrible.”
“I don’t care how bad you smell,” Zoe said, looking glassy-eyed. “You’re still gorgeous. I want your babies.”
She took a wobbly step forward and the Doctor hastily closed the door again. “Let’s try a bit more of the blue stuff, shall we?”
/\/\/\
The next attempt was even less successful. Despite being banished from the lab to give the antidote a chance to work, less that five seconds passed before Zoe lost control, burst into the room and tackled Jamie to the ground. It took several jabs from the electric shock baton to stop her from ripping the buttons off of Jamie’s blouse.
“Can’t we do this wit’ Captain Truman?” Jamie complained, holding the front of her shirt closed.
Zoe groaned and began to climb slowly to her feet. “I like that idea. That hurt.”
“I meant because he’s less violent than you,” Jamie said, looking sadly at a set of scratches across her upper chest.
“I’m afraid not,” the Doctor said, holding the spray bottle up to the light. “It would far to complicated to explain. And anyway, if this one doesn’t work, I’ll sedate her before we try again.”
“No you will not!” Zoe said, looking horrified. “Can’t you just push me away? I’m a tiny little girl!”
“I’m going to lock the lab door this time,” the Doctor said, ignoring her complains. “That should give Jamie enough time to get back into isolation.”
Zoe stomped out of the room, muttering angrily under her breath. The Doctor shook his head and smiled ruefully at Jamie. “Oh dear, this isn’t going well, is it?”
“She tore my shirt,” Jamie said unhappily, lifting up her arm so the Doctor could see the split seam.
“Well hopefully she won’t be able to get it the room this time,” the Doctor said cheerfully, shaking the spray bottle.
“Hopefully it’ll work this time,” Jamie corrected.
“Yes, that too,” he agreed. He hit the button and sprayed a cloud of noxious grey gas over the girl.
Then they waited.
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