Title: Cause and Effect

Disclaimer: I neither own Doctor Who nor Transformers. Both belong to all respective creators, producers, and distributors. I make no money from this work of fiction.

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Sam, Sam, Captain Graham, 11th Doctor, Jack Harkness, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Amy and Rory Pond, River Song

Summary: Sometimes Sam wonders if it is a good idea to let any of the Doctor's former companions to meet.

Chapter 8: Homemaking

The truth is, UNIT would take Samuel Witwicky into their fold, with or without an education from high-end colleges, as would NEST. If in fact, Sam ever chose, he could probably go to Torchwood and get a job there if he could ever stop associating Torchwood with the loss of the one person who had made the universe beautiful again and showed him that life was worth living. Truth be told, Sam could very likely travel to anyplace in the universe and be assured of some occupation in one form or another. Which is why former Companions Jack Harkness, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, and Amy and Rory Pond, were so surprised when Sam popped up in London, Tardis and current Companion, Carly Spencer in tow, and declared that he would be attending college in Cambridge, and would later study medicine in St. Bartholomew's Hospital.

"But you have the Tardis!" Martha protested even as she helped Sam carry a box out of his bright yellow Camaro and into his new flat, where he was directing Mickey and Jack and several NEST soldiers who were unloading furniture from the trailer hitched to a semi painted with blue and red ghost flames. "Why would you rent a flat and live in it while the Tardis is in the back room? In fact, why are you even doing this? You're smarter than every human on this planet combined!"

"It would look quite strange if someone were to come over and the only bit of furniture I had was a blue police box, yes? Best to blend in, Martha."

"Ok, good point, but why are you even studying medicine here? In the twenty first century? You know more about medicine than any of us!"

"I can render emergency care to upward toward thirty thousand different species, Martha," Sam sighed, "But just because I know a wide range of emergency medical techniques doesn't mean there isn't always more to learn. As for why twenty-first century medicine when I could be studying fifty-first century medicine... There is something going on in Twenty-first Century London I want to keep an eye on, and the easiest way to to undergo medical training in St. Bartholomew's Hospital. Those two idiots practically make the morgue and the labs their second home. Well, third home. They spend more time in New Scotland Yard."

"If they spend so much time in Scotland Yard, Doctor," Mickey said, "Wouldn't it be better to be doing law enforcement training?"

"Oh, yes, put myself in a position where I would be under the eye of the cleverest most observant human alive for a long period of time, yes, very clever, Mickey. Sherlock would immediately know that I was watching him, and even if he, by some miracle didn't notice me watching him, his soldier friend certainly would." Sam shook his head, "In my current circumstances, since I'm technically traceable, unlike previously, I'd end up with a visit from the British Government, and frankly, the universe hangs in the balance and I have neither the time nor inclination to participate in a pissing contest with That Man."

"What man?" Carly asked, carrying a box labeled Fragile Glassware, into the kitchen.

"I won't say his name," Sam said, shaking his head, "As we never know who is listening. But he is tremendously clever, one of the cleverest people alive."

"Oh, come off it, Doctor," Mickey laughed as he wheeled a mini-fridge into the flat, "No one is that clever."

"Oi!" Sam cried, "I iam/i that clever!"

"Yes, but you're an alien," Rory said dryly, "Where do you want these?" He hefted the bags of shopping slightly.

"Okay. Point," Sam agreed, "and Mickey can tuck the mini-fridge into a spare corner of the kitchen," Sam directed, "and really, Rory, the shopping goes into the fridge, obviously." He makes a face that he knows is as close to the crinkly, mock annoyed expression that his eleventh form used to wear as his current face can get.

"Your face isn't expressive enough for that goofy look anymore, Raggedy Man," Amy laughs as she hauls in several more bags of shopping.

"Goodness!" Sam said cheerfully, "How much did the pair of you get? I'm only one person, Ponds! I can't possibly eat that much!"

"It's not all food, Sweetie," River swooped in and plunked a square bamboo coaster onto the mantle and stacked a powder blue candle in a glass jar on top of the coaster, "There are things to make this house a home."

"I could just as easily have the Tardis synthesize what I need," Sam protested.

"True," River admitted, "But if something happens and for whatever reason, those people come in here, do you really want them to notice that not everything in this house is period appropriate?"

"I am supposedly a twenty year old American Male, who has finished training in forensic science with a degree in organic chemistry, microbiology, sociology, anthropology, computer engineering, physics, astrophysics, linguistics and history, and is currently in London to finish up medical training. I am quite sure any oddities will be put down as my being an eccentric genius."

"With normal people, yes," Jack strides in carrying a round oak table, "But you're no ordinary person, now are you? And from what you've told me, these men you're investigating are no ordinary people either."

"When did the lot of you get so clever?" Sam asked in mock confusion, "And if you were all so clever, then why did you never put that cleverness to use when you were travelling in the Tardis?"

"Twenty-fisrt century Human," Martha put her hand in the air.

"Us too," Carly, Mickey, Amy, and Rory chimed in.

"Fifty First century human," Jack called, "and still not as clever as you are."

"Criminal in Stormcage, Sweetie," River chuckled.

"And you walk in and out of Stormcage like the walls aren't even there," Sam replied.

"Please," River scoffed, "As if any place could hold me or you against our will." She paused and added, "Except maybe the Tardis."

"Well, yes," Sam agreed. "So, housewarming party, anyone?"

"Uh, Doctor, that comes after you've moved in," Amy said.

"And I am moved in!" Sam protested.

"Moved in as in nothing left to unpack, Sir," Graham said as he and a random soldier carried in a wingbacked reclining chair.

"Drat you all..."

~*~

TBC