Notes: The characters aren't mine and the stories are! I've taken up a LiveJournal challenge to write 50 different relationships among characters in one fandom, and I'm going to try to complete the challenge in 50 days. I decided to do a series of vignettes on Jamie McCrimmon and his interactions with various other characters in the Whoniverse. Some of these will be canon interactions, while others will require a stretch of the imagination. Expect characters from both Classic Who and New Who.

This first vignette features Jamie and Ben Jackson.

One of the things Ben found amusing upon Jamie joining the TARDIS crew was the fact that the Highlander was so easily amazed by the most mundane things. This led to several opportunities to take advantage of it. On one such occasion, Ben had been reminiscing over some photographs he had been carrying with him in his wallet, but Jamie, who had casually glanced over, had become intrigued by the pictures.

"Who made that!?" he demanded, holding one of the photos close so that he could see every single detail. "It looks so lifelike!"

"I took that picture," Ben said. "That was me old frigate, that was—HMS Teazer. First day there—took a whole lot of pictures then."

Jamie stared at him in utter amazement.

"Ye painted that!?" he said, gaping at the picture again. "It's so tiny! How did ye do it?!"

"Of course I didn't paint it! I took it with a camera!"

"Eh?"

"You know—a camera!" He stared at the blank look on the Scot's face. "…Oh. That's right; you don't know."

Jamie shook his head, and Ben smirked, seeing the chance for a little fun. The sailor took the camera out of his bag.

"This is a camera."

"Cam…er…a," Jamie repeated, making sure he got it right.

"Correct."

"And it paints a picture?" the Scot asked.

"Oh, no. It's magic."

Jamie's eyes widened, remembering the stories of witches and sorcerers he had heard as a child.

"That's right," Ben said. "This camera… it takes something and then freezes it, shrinks it down, puts it on that bit of paper there, and replaces the original with something just like so that no one knows it's gone."

"It's witchcraft!" Jamie exclaimed

"Oh, me mum's mum had some of it in her blood," the sailor said, struggling hard not to laugh at the expression on the Scot's face. "I seem to have gotten the knack for it, but… sometimes, I do make mistakes. Look at this one."

He held out a photo of a white-haired man, dressed in a black suit.

"Who's that?" Jamie asked, taking it.

"That's the Doctor."

"No."

"Oh, yes," Ben said, seriously (which was a challenge, seeing as how he was close to bursting with laughter). "I made a bit of a mistake when I got him down on the photo. When he got replaced, the replacement was the Doctor you see now."

"No," Jamie said again, his eyes wide in horror. "That cannae be the Doctor on that paper! Ye're lying to me, aren't ye!?"

"Well, don't take my word for it! Oi, Polly!"

"Yes?" the blonde asked, walking over.

"Tell Jamie who this is in that photo; he won't believe me."

Polly took a quick look at the photo in Jamie's hand.

"That's the Doctor," she confirmed.

"NO," Jamie said, for the third time.

"I know it's hard to believe, but that's what he looked like when Ben and I first met him," she said. "He changed. It's… Well, it's rather difficult to explain… One moment, he looked like that, and the next moment, he looked like that." She nodded her head towards the TARDIS console, where the Doctor was busy with the controls.

And, with that, she walked off, back to her room, leaving behind a very horrified Jamie and a very amused Ben.

"Believe me now?" Ben asked.

Jamie certainly did, if his expression was any indication. He slowly backed away from Ben.

"And where are you running off to?" the sailor asked. "What's the rush? This was just getting interesting."

"I… I just remembered something I left in my room; I should go get it," Jamie stammered.

"Oh, but we're not through here, Jamie," Ben said. "You know my secret now; I can't accept that."

"N-Now… ye… ye leave me be, eh?" the Scot asked, holding his hands out in front of him to offer some sort of protection. "I mean ye no harm; I ne'er said any word against those who practice witchcraft…"

"Oh, but I would love to add your photo to my collection," Ben smirked, holding up his camera.

Jamie let out a frightened cry and quickly dropped to his knees, clasping his hands out in front of him.

"Mercy!" he begged. "Don't bewitch me! Spare me; don't let the line of McCrimmon end with me!"

"What is going on here?"

Jamie's frightened shouts had drawn the Doctor away from the console, surveying the situation at hand.

"I just wanted to take Jamie's picture, Doctor…" Ben said, innocently.

"Oh, well. Carry on."

Jamie let out a cry of disbelief.

"How can ye let him do that to me—after what he did to ye!? Look!"

He handed the Doctor the photo he was holding.

"Oh, my word…" the Doctor mused. "Well, it's not the most flattering photo of me, I will admit—the lighting isn't very good. And, of course, that was an entirely different face… Still, I'm sure Ben can work some magic with his camera here."

That had been the wrong choice of words; Jamie collapsed to the ground in a trembling mess.

"I don't want to be frozen on a paper fore'er while I'm replaced by something else that might not even look like me!" he howled.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Jamie! You won't…" The Doctor trailed off as he glanced at Ben, who was shaking from the effort of trying not to laugh. "Just a minute. Ben, what did you tell him?"

One explanation later, followed by a lesson from the Doctor as to what a camera really was, Ben was the one begging for mercy while being pursued by one very angry Scot who was screaming oaths at his retreating back.