The Trek of Ranma Who – By DS Wynne
Disclaimer: "Ranma ½", "Sailor Moon", "Doctor Who" (and related properties) and other genres belong to their respective owners.
Note: This is a multi-genre story.
Special note: Due to story mechanic difficulties, I've decided to spin things off into a separate story. Basically, anything related "Doctor Who" (and British) is featured in this story (though the focus will always surround the Doctor). Also, this story takes place immediately after the Master had taking over the planet, after altering the flow of time with the help of the Toclafane.
Part One
"Take care of yourself, Doctor," Martha Jones says, as she let's go of the "Time Lord" known simply as "The Doctor". When the entrance closes, the Doctor sighs, as he places Jones' phone in a slot on the TARDIS' control panel.
"Well, there goes another one," the Doctor muses. He then turns towards where his longtime friends and companions should be.
"Ranma! Jackie! It's time to go!" the Doctor says with a mild annoyance. Ranma and Jackie (i.e. Usagi Tsukino in an altered guise) had already said their respective good-byes to Martha—in fact, Ranma gave Martha the contact number for further involvement in the British's MI-7 "Special Affairs" group (i.e. "UNIT", "Torchwood" and a few other special organization)—so the couple gave her and the Doctor some time alone…
"Hey, did you hear me?" the Doctor says, as he enters the auxiliary room. Both Ranma and the Doctor was still repairing the TARDIS thanks to the Master's machinations…
"Mmmm…" sounded a familiar sound.
"What the-?" the Doctor says, as he sees Jackie propped on the auxiliary panel while she was making out with Ranma.
"Ugh!"
Jackie and Ranma broke their kiss, and turns to face their friend.
"Do you mind?" Jackie complained. "I'm trying to enjoy a proper honeymoon."
"Would you STOP that?" the Doctor yells, as Ranma helps his wife off the panel. "I agreed to the fact that you can come with Ranma and I on our 'adventures', not turn the TARDIS into some sort of 'love shack'. And what if you two accidentally touch the wrong button?"
"Take it easy, Doc," Ranma says. "The 'Aux-Room' is not even hooked up to the main control panel at 100 percent capacity."
"Still, I don't want any messes. And we still have work to do."
"Fine, ruin my moment with my own husband, you wanker," Jackie says, as she sticks out her tongue while walking past the Doctor.
"Whatever. I need that multi-flux capacitator working…otherwise we'd end up phased in and out of our own timeline."
Ranma merely laughed, as he continued his work.
"And what are you doing laughing?"
"Oh, just glad that you have your sense of humor back," Ranma says, as he picked up his latest tool, the sonic laser.
"Hardy-har," the Doctor says. "And what are you doing with that thing, anyway?"
"I figured that sense the Master doesn't need it, I can use it, especially since he destroyed my own sonic screwdriver."
"So, it's a laser only."
"No. I simply reconfigured it to look like a standard sonic instrument with two settings: screwdriver and laser. I simply want to be more diverse. So…I guess you would call it a…sonic screw-laser?"
"How multi-facet of you," the Doctor says. "I still can't believe that you talked me into restoring the 'Harold Saxon' guise for the Master."
"It's the only to make sure that a missing 'British Prime Minister' doesn't arouse suspicion," Ranma says, as he casually hits a button. A holographic image of Harold Saxon appears.
"Mmmm," the Doctor says, as he examines the projection "Mister Saxon" with glasses. "Hard-light projection, you say?"
"Yep," Ranma says. "With the help of a mobile holographic emitter, and with the help of the Master's memories from within Akane's conscious, I think we have a reasonable facsimile."
"Well, I hate to burst your little project, but Mrs. Saxon has disappeared."
"I've already thought about that," Ranma says, as he takes his sonic screw-laser, and activates a nearby monitor.
CHIRP!
"…And finally, with the reported separation of Prime Minister Harold Saxon and his wife, rumor has it that Mister Saxon is seeing a local girl. More developments to come as the story breaks."
Ranma turns down the volume.
"Just WHO is 'Mister Saxon' dating?"
"An operative from 'Special Affairs' is the hologram's 'handler'."
"Eh, I don't know…you KNOW I don't like dealing with cloak-and-dagger types, with all that potential for abuse."
"Hey, I agree with you, which is why you, myself and 'Jackie' possess the shut-down codes."
"Since when?"
"Since…now," Ranma says, as he hands the Doctor a datapad. "Everything that you need to know…is there."
"Humph."
Meanwhile…
"Come on, Dad," says a young girl of 13-years, as she ran out of her new house in the London borough of "Ealing". "I want to get started on my new room as soon as possible."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," the young father says, as he helps move in the last of the furniture inside. "Why don't you go into the kitchen and get something to eat, okay?"
The girl breath out of her mouth with an exasperated expression, but does as she is told. Or, at least she attempted to, until she sees a red-haired woman, while wearing a pair of sunglasses, fixing herself some coffee.
"Hey, what are you doing in my house?" the girl asked.
The woman sets the cup down and holds her head.
"NOT so loud," the woman says. "I'm still recovering from a hangover from the night before…"
"That's doesn't answer my question, you know."
"What seems to be going on?" asked the girl's father.
"Dad, there's a strange woman in our house."
"Oh? I didn't see your Mother-"
"Dad!"
"Sorry, sweetheart. This is…I didn't catch your name, Miss…?"
"My NAME is 'Lady Cassandra'…or simply 'Ranma'…or whatever I feel like being that day."
"Huh, you're a LADY?" the girl mocked. "What? You lost your fortune or something?"
"For your information, young lady, my 'fortune; is tied up in renovating my house…which has been infested with 'angels'."
''Angels'?"
Cassandra looks at the girl. The 'angels' in question were the alien assassins that stay perfectly still, until they attack. Most of their victims never have a chance to tell the difference between real stone carvings of angels, and the aliens that look like them in the light…
"Never mind," Cassandra says dismissively. "You wouldn't understand…"
"What I don't understand is why YOU are in OUR house?" the girl asked.
"Lady Cassandra told me that she was locked out from the house across the street, so I offered her use of the facilities-"
KNOCK-KNOCK!
"Hello?" says a female voice.
All eyes turn to see an older woman and a young, teenaged girl with an unusual hairstyle…and hair color.
Lady Cassandra looks up.
"Oh, it's you two."
"Cassandra, I told you to le me know when you go out," the woman says.
"Yeah, Ranma-papa," the pink-haired girl says. "You know Mom doesn't like you partying like that."
"Hardy, har, har."
"And you are…?" the man asks.
"Oh, my name is Sarah Jane Smith…I live across the street from you."
"Oh. Yes, the reporter."
"Among other things," the pink-haired girl says with a smirk.
"My name is 'Alan'…'Alan Jackson'," the man says. "And this is my daughter 'Maria'."
"Hello," Maria replied. "And what is YOUR name, kid? I like your look."
"Rini. Sarah, can we go home now?"
"Um, sure. Come along, Cassandra."
"Yeah, yeah," Cassandra says, as she finishes her drink. "I'm coming."
As Cassandra gets up, she turns to kiss Alan on the cheek.
"Thank you in helping a woman in need-"
"COME ON," Sarah Jane says, as she pulls Cassandra with her.
"Buh-bye…" Cassandra says.
Maria turns to Rini.
"What's the deal with her?" Maria asked.
"Her?" Rini says. "She's not well."
And with that, Rini disappears along with Sarah Jane and Cassandra.
"They are an unusual bunch," Alan says, as he wraps his arm around his daughter.
"I don't know, Dad," Maria says. "I think we'll have interesting neighbors."
Tbc.
Next time: The next phase in the saga of Ranma, Sailor Moon, Trek and Doctor Who (et al.) begins. See you next time!