My first crossover fic! Sniff, I'm so happy. Anyhoo, this is gonna have four chapters. Each chapter will have one of the Torchwood members running into the Doctor, years before their work at Torchwood, starting with Tosh. This will be featuring the first, fourth, fifth, and eighth Doctors, though you won't really have to know them to understand. This has almost no substance whatsoever. I just wanted to write it really bad. There will be a sort of "sequel" eventually.
Age-wise, I'm going by how old Naoko Mori is, since I don't know her age on the show. (I don't believe it was ever mentioned anywhere.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Torchwood.
Chapter Summary: No one knew was really sure why, but it seemed that Tosh had quite a liking for jelly babies.
The Doctor was alone. He didn't mind. Traveling companion or not, jumping through time and space was fun. So when he landed in Japan, 1977, he was ready to do something adventurous. Not really sure what he was going to do, he headed off in the streets, whistling to himself merrily. His curls bounced lightly at the spring in his step. Taking a bag from his pocket, he popped a jelly baby into his mouth.
"Delicious!" he muttered, tossing a few more on his tongue.
He stopped suddenly. He heard a faint crying off to his left. He followed the sound curiously and stopped in front of a small Japanese girl. She was sitting in the dirt, sobbing.
The Doctor knelt down next to her. "Are you lost?" The girl could not have been more than two. She was still in a nappy.
"Okāsan!" she wailed, ignoring the man in front of her.
"You want your mummy?" She looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. The Doctor looked around, not really sure what to do. "Alright, I'll help you find your mum."
He picked her up, holding her securely in her arms. The girl wiggled a bit, her cries dying down.
"There we go. Shhhh. How would you like a jelly baby?" The Doctor pulled out a red one, waving it in front of her face. The girl grabbed for it, and threw it at the Doctor's face, giggling. He laughed with her, "No, no, it's for eating. See?" He put one in his mouth and chewed slowly. "Mmmm. Here you go," he said, giving the girl another one.
She stuffed it in her mouth, giggling. She rubbed her stomach in a "yummy" motion, looking for approval. He smiled at her and chuckled. "Very good."
The Japanese girl held out her pudgy hand, waiting for another chewy treat. "One more baby for the baby, then?" The girl nodded fiercely, sticking out her other hand.
Before the Doctor could give the girl a confectionary, a female voice shrieked, "Toshiko!"
The Doctor turned to see two Japanese women, one young, one older. "Okāsan!" Toshiko squealed.
"Oh, she's yours then," the Doctor pointed out, smiling. The woman yanked Toshiko from his grasp, glaring at him venomously.
"What were you doing with my Toshiko," she hissed.
The Doctor took a step back. "Oh, no! It's nothing like that. I found her. It seemed she was lost. I was hoping to find you," he said. The woman still regarded him suspiciously, being protective like a mother should. The older woman, Toshiko's grandmother, he guessed, watched him distastefully.
"Thank you, then," the mother said hesitantly, "Mr.…?"
"Oh, I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor," he answered, giving her a winning smile.
Toshiko began to whine, struggling to get from her mother's hold. She was reaching out to the Doctor. "Baby!" she commanded.
The Doctor laughed. "How about this, Toshiko? You can have the whole bag." He handed the package to Toshiko's mother. "She likes these. Jelly babies," he told her. "Don't worry, they're safe," he assured, taking one last treat. He ate it, relishing it. It could be a while before he found a store with them in stock.
Toshiko squealed with delight, digging her fist into the mass of soft sweets. The Doctor turned on his heel, headed for his TARDIS. That was enough of an adventure for the day. The rest would be going to the right time to hunt down some more jelly babies.
"Oh-" the Doctor stopped. He turned back to the Japanese women. "I advise you keep her away from that television of yours." He resumed position, his coat swirling about him. He grinned. In a few years time, that family might have a little trouble watching the nightly news.
"Owen…" Toshiko began.
"What is it, Tosh?" Owen twirled around in his chair nonchalantly.
She hesitated, "Um… are those… jelly babies?"
"Yeah, why?" He eyed her.
She blushed and turned away. It was rather embarrassing to admit, but for as long a she could remember, she had a fondness for the little baby shaped sweets. Her mother never liked that, though she wasn't sure why.
"Tosh?"
"It's nothing," she said, walking away flustered.
"If you want some, just ask!" Owen called after her.
She turned to look at him. "Could I?" The woman walked down to the autopsy bay and next to the doctor.
"Help yourself," he mumbled, returning back to his work.
Toshiko grabbed the whole bag from the table and rushed to her desk. "Thank you!" she cried.
"Oi! I didn't mean take all of them!" Toshiko ignored him, eating the jelly babies one by one.
"One more baby for the baby…" she muttered subconsciously.
How was that? Each of these will have two parts. The meeting and the remnant.
Baby Tosh!
I was so glad that I could use the eighth Doctor and his future-insight thing. I love Paul McGann! The next one is Gwen and the fifth doctor. Review please!