Disclaimer: I do not own either Doctor Who or Resident Evil.

This is an adventure featuring the 8th Doctor, Lucie Miller and Leon S. Kennedy

Lucie Miller is a character created by Big Finish

Authors notes

I changed the name of this story because I didn't like the original title I gave it which was 'Curse of the Cairo'

Enjoy

Doctor Who/Resident Evil crossover

Midnight Storm

By TimeLordParadox

(Aka Ross Pickering)

Prologue

Left and right, left and right, left and right. Dr Graeme Tyler watched as his pen rolled from one side of his desk then roll back the other way. The ground was hardly ever stable as his room gently rocked from one side then the other. He hated sailing it made him sea sick, even those tablets he took didn't help the sea sickness, left and right, left and right. He couldn't sleep either as his stomach listed from side to side with the room, he felt like he was going to be sick sooner or later.

He looked around at the digital clock on the wall, it read 4:00am, 5 hours he's been awake with the feeling of imminent vomit coming, he couldn't take it anymore. He got gently out of bed and went over to a small door in his cramped cabin and went inside. He lifted up the toilet seat, placed his hands on the wall above it and prepared to vomit, but nothing came out. He stood at the toilet waiting to be sick for a good 10 minutes but still nothing came out. At least he felt better standing up over the toilet then he did lying on his back.

He heard foot steps come past his front door and gradually walk away, this ship was running 24 hours a day seven days a week, it was a nightmare. His employers the Umbrella Corporation posted him here from their London lab to this non-stop moving laboratory. He's been here for nearly a month and still he hadn't found his sea legs. He requested to the Umbrella Corporation for a transfer so he could get out of this place but they refused him, why did he agree to do this anyway?

He had no idea why they built this mobile laboratory, why couldn't it be on land somewhere, somewhere were the ground was steadier, it didn't have to be in London, it could've been in the tropics or somewhere warm. He placed his hands on the walls to steady himself, his head was spinning. He couldn't spend the rest of the night like this he decided. He was going to take a walk around the ship, get some air it might make him feel better.

He left the toilet and pulled on his trousers, shirt, shoes and tie before slipping on a nice long warm coat. He opened his door and closed it behind him, he signed as he tried to steady his head.

The corridor was brightly lit and carpeted with several doors lining each side, each one leading to another cabin of another person. His eyes blinked to get used to the bright lights, was he actually coming down with something?

He gently walked down the corridor passing several other personal who were wearing lab coats. Since this ship worked 24 hours a day there was always someone on duty working in the lab, all of them working on one field of research or another. They were also a mixture of different nationalities, English, Scottish, German, French, Italian, Japanese, Chinese, even Welsh, and a large number of Americans most of whom were soldiers, he didn't know why they needed soldiers onboard and he never got the chance to ask, his days were pretty much taken up with working and being sea sick for half the day and being sleepless through the night.

Dr. Tyler worked in genetics more specifically virology, he was proud of what he did and what he was trying to do, but he was too tired to think about what it was they were working on right now, his brain wasn't in gear to think about science stuff.

One of the cabin doors slid opened a head of him, at first nothing came out but then came the form of a man out of the dark cabin, he was quite a chubby man dressed in nothing but a white T-shirt and boxer shorts, not the usual attire for someone on duty onboard ship. The mans movements were sluggish and slow like a child learning to walk, he turned to face Graeme and then started coming towards him, his eyes were open but unfocused and his mouth hung open, which emitted a low groan.

"Brian" said Graeme quite loudly "Not again" he approached Brian held his hand out in front of his face and snapped his fingers a couple of times, nothing raising his hands he clapped them together in front of Brian's face as hard as he could. Brian's eyes suddenly focused and his body jerked and nearly feel over.

"I'm up! I'm UP!" he said as he regained his balance, "Graeme?" he asked as his mind began to catch up with him "What are you doing here?"

"You should ask yourself the same thing" he said looking down at Brian's underdressed attire. Brian looked around and his face started to go red.

"I was sleep walking again?" he asked.

"Yes" Graeme replied as he yawned sleepily, ever since Brian came on board a few weeks ago he had a habit of sleep walking during the night. The physician Dr. Johnson had put it down to stress and an unhealthy appetite because he had to work so hard "Didn't you take those tablets Dr. Johnson gave you?"

"I can't remember" Brian said as he turned around to go back into his room, only to find the door locked again "Oh no" he said "I left my key card in there!"

Graeme reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a key card and swiped it through the reader on the side of the door, it bleeped and a clicking sound indicated it was now open. Graeme had obtained a master key card from the security desk because he was one of the top scientists in the facility which entitled him to one, he didn't know why they just gave him it.

"Thanks Graeme" Brian said as he went inside "You're a life saver"

"By the way" Graeme said before Brian shut the door on him "You don't think I could have any of your sleeping tablets?" he said rubbing his eyes.

"You know the rules" Brian said "You're not allowed to take medication that wasn't prescribed to you"

"Sometimes I wonder if it's worth the risk" Graeme rubbed his eyes again.

"Sea sickness again?" Brain said sympathetically "Go to Dr. Johnson for something"

"I've been to see him already Brian the stupid tablets don't work" he snapped, he took a deep breath before saying "Sorry Brian, I just haven't been able to sleep"

"That's okay" he said sleepily himself "I'll see you in the morning" and closed the door.

Graeme began walking down the corridor again and climbed up a set of stairs which actually looked quite grand for a research vessel decorated in a fine luxury style of polished wood. He arrived on the top deck of the ship and smelt the fresh cold salty sea air. That really cleared his sinuses and helped to settle his stomach.

The ship was called the Cairo, a strange name for a ship which sailed the Atlantic for most of the year. Apparently she had been a luxury cruise ship before Umbrella purchased it and refitted it to be a mobile laboratory. He didn't understand the need of a mobile lab, some suggested it's because Umbrella had secret experiments going on that they didn't want rival companies finding out about. Others said it was because their research wasn't legal anymore, he had heard rumours circulating around the ship of an incident in a Midwestern American town called Racoon City where a top secret virus they were working on in their lab escaped and caused an epidemic outbreak that began killing the citizens of the city. The US government had to bomb the place with a nuclear device to destroy all traces of the virus before contamination spread beyond the city limits and out of hand, which probably explained why they moved a lab out here, if a virus spread though out the ship it could be more easily contained.

It wasn't as if they were working or at least he wasn't working on anything which would kill someone if they became infected with it, at least that's not what his intended research was. He was working on curing genetic diseases which were caused by missing or damaged strands of DNA. Since viruses were designed to insert extra DNA strands into a host cell his research was to create a virus which could replace those damage or missing strands in the correct places or in the cases of a cancer patient create a virus that would recognise and home directly on the cancer cells and destroy them.

Though he was in the medical department he didn't know what other labs on the ship were doing. There was a section devoted to creating and developing weapons technology another lab was devoted to developing faster high-tech computers and the fourth lab didn't really have a name the only indication it existed was a door which was clearly marked with the dangerous Bio-Hazard label.

He breathed in deeply and exhaled the cold air, his stomach still felt like hell but he felt better at least. Only a few more months of this hellish listing and he'd be back on dry land, back to where he could fully focus on his work without higher up people from other departments badgering him to have a look at his research. A few more months and his contract with this ship would expire and the helicopter on a launch pad at the stern of the ship would return him to the nearest airport and plane back to London.

What Dr. Graeme Tyler couldn't possibly know as he sat there on a bench in the darkness breathing in the cool Atlantic air was that in a matter of hours, he and everyone else on the ship would be dead.