DISCLAIMER: As much as I wish I did I do not own anything, just borrowing on a short term loan! A silly little fic I knocked together as I was bored the song lyrics are in bold and the song is I should have followed you home by Agnetha Fältskog & Gary Barlow (I don't own this either). I hope this is alright as it is my first attempt at any crossover and any attempt at an 11th Doctor Fic.
Timeline: The Good Life (Good Neighbour's if you are American) set around series 3
Doctor Who before or after the 2012 Christmas special
Enjoy! :)
"Thanks ever so much for coming round, Margo" Barbara Good chirped, inviting her neighbour into their living room.
"Not at all, Barbara dear, you are lucky Miss Mountshaft has contracted laryngitis and has had to postpone the music society's afternoon rehearsals for this week" Margo Leadbetter replied sitting down on her neighbours sofa.
"Thank you very much, Margo, we would wait in ourselves only if we don't go the allotment now and fetch home the rest of the surplus, we could have another episode of storms threatening to ruin all our fruit and veg and then we would have to call on you and Jerry to help us again, and well, we couldn't do that" Tom Good said entering the room and perching on the arm of the chair his wife was sitting on.
"Good, because as I said before that was the first and last time, what is it you want me to do, anyway" she asked hoping it wouldn't be anything that would cause her to ruin her new £80 dress she picked up from a Bond Street boutique only this morning.
"Nothing much really, all you have to do is wait in for a Mr Casey" Tom replied.
"And what does one do when this Mr Casey arrives?" Mrs Leadbetter asked.
"Oh not a lot, just answer the door, sign for Geraldine's feed and bring it indoors" Barbara answered.
"You want me to answer the door to someone selling goat feed, certainly not" Margo exclaimed in that disgusted tone of hers.
"You won't have to touch it, Margo, please, unless you want to help Tom pick the surplus and I can stay in and wait for the goat feed" Barbara said knowing which option Margo would prefer to choose, having been backed far into the corner.
"Very well, I will wait in for this goat food of yours" she said wrinkling her nose at the very idea "I have said it before, Tom and Barbara but you two use me".
"Thanks, Margo" Barbara smiled "Tom go and make Margo a cup of tea".
"I don't suppose I could have coffee, could I please Tom".
"For you Margo, anything" he joked in that school boy way of his.
"Tom, don't be silly" was her automatic response, she couldn't abide his smutty school boy humour.
Margo waited until Tom was out of the room before regaining the conversation with Barbara.
"You won't be too long at the allotment will you Barbara, only Jerry and I are going away for a few days tonight and Jerry is rather keen to head off straight after he gets home from work". Margo said looking rather coy.
"Oh yes, we should be back before then, you're looking very smug Margo, what's the occasion" her friend said raising one eyebrow.
Margo's cheeks flushed. "Well if you must know, it's fifteen years to the day since Jerry and I met and we thought it would be nice to celebrate" she said beaming brightly.
"Oh, Margo, is it really, how time flies" Barbara mirrored her best friend's smile as she received the information.
"Quite, and to think fifteen years ago it could all have been very different" Margo reminisced twirling a lock of her hair around her ring finger.
"How do you mean" Barbara asked intrigued as to what Margo meant.
"You remember how Jerry and I met at dance hall in London".
"Yes" Barbara nodded remembering the story Margo and Jerry had told her years before.
"Well, before Jerry came up to me and asked me to dance I had been chatting with this very odd, eccentric, you might call him who then asked me to dance-"
"Margo, I never knew you had it in you" Barbara teased struggling to believe her confession.
" Barbara, please" Margo said slightly embarrassed.
"Sorry, sorry, well what happened".
Margo smiled as she relived the past "Well he was a bit too full on, not to mention full of himself and anyway he suggested that we moved on to somewhere else, he said he could take me anywhere I wanted to go and yes, I was tempted we had a lovely time but you know me Barbara, I'm not that sort of woman. Before I had time to turn him down gently he told me to wait there a minute but he didn't return and a young, very handsome man who introduced himself to me as Jeremy Leadbetter came and asked me for a dance so I never saw that strange man again". Margo said almost melancholic. "You know he was even wearing a tweed suit, to a dance hall of all places, can you believe it" She said sounding more like the Snobbish Margo Leadbetter her next door neighbour had come to know all too well.
Barbara could not believe her ears "Margo, you dark horse".
"It wasn't like that, I promise you" she let her head fall into the palm of her hand which was supported by her elbow pressing against the back of the Good's sofa.
"Well what was this stranger's name" she asked grinning like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland, dying to hear this unexpected gossip of times gone by.
Margo blushed again "The thing is to this day I don't know, he never said, he asked mine but all he said was he was a doctor of some sort".
"Margo Leadbetter!" Barbara laughed but quickly shut up when Tom came through the door with Margo's instant coffee.
"Here you go Margo, one freshly brewed coffee" Tom said handing her the mud coloured mug.
"Thank you" she said taking a sip and turning her nose up at the fact it was instant. She should have known better.
"Right come on Shorty, we best get cracking" Tom said patronisingly patting his wife's head.
"Yes, see you later, Margo"
"Bye, Margo"
"Bye".
