A/N: 'ello, 'ello, 'ello! I'm back again with yet another story that I came up with and wrote on a small trip, this time to my mother's heart doctor. I've just recently started watching Doctor Who and my little brain came up with a fic that I just couldn't get away from, so here we are. On other notes, the next chapter of My Kingdom for a Home will be up soon if you happen to read it. Please sit back and enjoy the story. Please no flames, but constructive crit is welcome considering I suck at spelling and grammer. ^^ Fare well, and if you like the story please R&R.
Start date: 10/14/11
Title: Land of the Hidden Tides
Type: Cross-over.
Series Types: Stargate: Atlantis- Season 1 AU, Doctor Who Series 2 AU (When Mickey is officially traveling with the Doctor and Rose)
Main Characters: John Sheppard and the Doctor.
Pairings: John/Teyla(Established but hidden relationship), the Doctor and Rose (growing relationship, will become official if readers want it to be, still being voted).
Summery: After getting a distres signal from somewhere in the Pegasus galexy, the Doctor falls terribly ill before he can help and they now need the Atlantis team's assistance.
Chapter 1
Time flows strangely within the TARDIS, there is no night and there is no day, making trips in it rather disorienting if you're not used to it. With no real timeline to orient your day, you simply slept when you grew tired or in Mickey Smith's case; when you grew tired of watching your girlfriend giggle, joke and play with an older man. It was one such case that Mickey had now just awoken from, he had had quite enough of Rose and the Doctor's laughs and crazy memories so he had decided to head to bed but now that it was "morning" in the TARDIS he thought he would get up and check on the others. Upon leaving the room that the Doctor had given to him while they traveled, he stepped out into the psychotically confusing corridor and simply stumbled around until he found the control room. Though, once he stepped into the control room he really wished he had gotten lost in the psycho hallway instead of coming in here seeing the scene before him; the Doctor sat asleep on the bench seat behind the control panel with Rose lying between his legs, her head on his chest, a Charles Dickens book in each of their hands and the Doctor's trench coat draped over them like a blanket.
"I didn't even know the Doctor did sleep when he wasn't sick..." Mickey said to himself with a frown as he started to walk towards them but when he was within three feet of them an alarm went off on the control panel. At a second's notice, the Doctor and Rose awoke, trained to the sound of an emergency. It took of a few moments of blinking for the two to realize the position they were in before quickly splitting to separate sides of the bench, blushing slightly and laughing nervously.
"If you two're done, could you tell me what that noise is?" The Doctor ignored Mickey but ran up to the controls to see what was the matter, the two humans in the large room didn't like the look that passed over his face momentarily.
"Doctor, what's wrong...?" Rose asked softly as she walked over to him, brushing her arm gently against his own.
"It's a distress signal from the Pegasus Galaxy, The TARDIS is heading that way now..." The Doctor informed them, a slight mixture of confusion and nervousness in his voice.
"Is there somethin' wrong with going there, Doctor...?"
"Yes... It became a rule amongst my people a long time ago not to go into the Pegasus Galaxy unless absolutely necessary..."
"Why is that?"
"That's just it. I can't remember... The rule was made long before I was even part of existence..." Suddenly his concerned persona flipped to its carefree opposite, "Well, we're almost there so I guess we'll just have to find out!" Rose wasn't convinced but smiled anyway, she knew that if the Time Lords put a rule on something then it was very important to keep it but there was nothing they could do if the TARDIS was taking them there and the Doctor wouldn't pass up a chance to help someone in need.
It took oddly longer for the TARDIS to go through the time vortex towards the Pegasus Galaxy and once they got there the ship set off a contradicting alarm telling its Time Lord that he shouldn't be there. Rose and Mickey lifted their heads from where they sat talking to glare at the TARDIS for the annoying noise but were quickly sidetracked by the sound of a pained gasp coming from the Doctor just before he collapsed into a shivering heap on the ground.
"Doctor!" Mind clouded over with horrific pain, the Doctor could only just hear his companions' screams as whispers as curled up on the floor in a fetal position; shivers racking his body while pain clawed at his internal organs and shot up his spine. Shouting for Mickey to turn off the alarm, Rose rushed over and knelt beside the Doctor; pulling him gently into her arms, trying to provide some comfort despite the fact that she had no idea what was wrong. She whispered comforting words to him while gently petting sweat-soaked hair as he clamped his eyes shut against the pain. Mickey walked over to check on them once he stopped at the alarm and time seemed to stop around them as they waited for the TARDIS to do its best landing itself with out the help of the Doctor. Mere moments felt like hours until the ship finally stopped.
"Where are we?" Mickey asked in a whisper for some reason as he looked at the stilled ship. Rose shook her head and pulled the Doctor closer as he began to whimper from mind-numbing agony.
"Mickey, go out there and look around."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because, I doubt you wanna sit 'ere with the Doctor and we need to know if it's safe out there." Mickey didn't like the idea much but he knew she was right, taking one last look at Rose and the Doctor before he headed for the TARDIS' door.
~S~G~A~
Major John Sheppard huffed in a bored mannor as he sat backwards on the swivel chair in Rodney's lab, waiting for the self-proclaimed genius to bring him more stuff to touch. His eyes started to flutter closed, it was somewhere around 3 A.M. on Atlantis and the major wanted to do nothing more than to simply crawl under the covers of his bed and fall into the beautiful oblivion of a deep sleep. The claws of slumber had almost dug themselves into his mind when he was suddenly shook from their grasp as a shout of surprised curses coming from Dr. Mckay. Military instincts pumped adrenaline through his veins, within seconds he was off the chair and sprinting towards Rodney's office.
"Mckay! What's wrong!" He yelled as he burst through the door to find a shocked Rodney just staring at his computer. Taking a slightly calming breath that the scientist was safe, he walked over and asked the question more calmly.
"Major, look at the screen and tell me what you see." John looked at the screen of Rodney's laptop as he was told but didn't really see anything wrong.
"What's wrong? You just translated all the files into English, what's the big deal...?"
"That's just it, Sheppard, I didn't. Up until a few minutes ago, those files were all in the language of the Ancients!"
"Huh? How did that happen?"
"A magical fairy. How should I know!"
"Sorry... You don't have to be so snappish..." The pair sighed and just stared at the computer until Sheppard pointed something out in the corner, "Mckay, what's that?"
"Uhhh... Well it would appear to be a warning signal..."
"We're being attacked? The Wraith don't know we're here..."
"I don't think it's the Wraith..."
"Why?"
"Look. There's no alarms or anything, I think it's a warning signal describing an ally of the Ancients..."
"Then why would there be warning?"
"I'm not sure, let me check." Rodney quickly picked up the laptop and started tapping some keys before frowning.
"What does it say?"
"Not much but apparently there's an ancient race that came to aid the Ancients thousands of years ago but upon entering the Pegasus Galaxy, they became deathly ill from some sort of chemical imbalance. Only few lived to actually help the Ancients."
"But the Ancents had to flee anyways, does that mean the people from that other race died in vain...?"
"Odds are, they helped the Ancients get away in time..."
"Wait, but Mckay, if there's one here. Wouldn't it be sick too?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"Why? Because if it's here than it's probably sick and dying and needs help. Maybe our med team could help it."
"Sigh... True, we should probably contact Elizabeth." When all was said and done, the two headed to the command room to awake and alert Dr. Weir, both well aware that she was a sleep on the job from overworking herself.