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Fic: Unexpected Guest
Title: Unexpected Guest
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor Who/Batman/Heroes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Prompt: Red.
Author’s Notes: Cyn's prompt was crazy. It's in my BatWolf Universe.
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Peter groaned as the pain of consciousness encroached upon the darkness of sleep.
What happened? I tried to--ungh never doing that again.
He opened his eyes.
Low lights.
Thank god.
“Huh. I guess I’m not as conscious as I thought I was,” he muttered to himself.
A blonde woman was staring at him with those flimsy 3-D glasses you got from cereal boxes and Batman and Robin were flanking her.
“Wow. My brain is weird.” Enormous understatement.
And shouldn’t Claire’s power have done its job by now?
“You’re very conscious, more-so than when you teleported here,” the rumbling voice of the guy dressed as a favorite childhood superhero made him wince.
“We still haven’t gotten a hit on his fingerprints,” Robin informed them.
“I said you wouldn’t,” the blonde was British. “He’s not from this universe, there’s no guarantee he’d exist here.”
“Whoa whoa whoa! Not from this universe? Batman and Robin costumes? Who the hell are you people?!”
“The question is: who are you? There are inconsistencies in your blood work, you have no identity and possess--from what we‘ve been able to deduce so far--rapid cell regeneration and teleportation. That makes you a threat,” The Batman’s tone was ominous and the fact that they’d taken his blood was worrying.
“Hey! No threat! I’m not a threat, I swear! Uhh…my name is Peter Petrelli. Could you tell me why you’re dressed in Halloween costumes?”
The blonde snickered.
“You’re definitely from an alternate universe. Who are they dressed as, Mr. Petrelli?” she questioned him.
“Batman and Robin,” he answered, leaving the ‘duh’ unspoken.
“And they are?” she probed further.
“Well, Batman’s always been Bruce Wayne but Robin could either be Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake or Stephanie Brown, just to begin with,” he answered.
The Batguy loomed. “I want him gone,” he growled.
The blonde rolled her eyes.
“Look, somehow you popped over into another universe. S’one of those things that happens some times, where stuff happened differently. Britain has a President here, France is still a monarchy, stuff like that,” she explained earnestly.
Peter glared. “This isn’t funny. I can’t believe this! Did they put you up to this? Hiro! I know he has a part in this, the superhero touch is his thing.”
The woman sighed and offered him the 3-D glasses. “They measure void stuff around a person who has traveled between universes. You’ll see some on me and on yourself but on nothing and no one else.”
Peter frowned at the odd particles surrounding his hand and focused on bringing Matt’s power to the surface.
Can he? Does he know how to get back? Could I go back? Stop hoping! Poor bloke might be stuck here and all you want is a way back to him! Selfish! Don‘t want to leave Mum/Dad/Stewart/Mickey/Jake/Bruce/Tim/Alfred. Stop it! Stop thinking.
Torchwood would be the best place for him. He needs an identity and we need confirmation he’s trustworthy. It would be better if he could return to his own universe. We can’t measure what effect his presence could have on our own but it can’t be good.
Peter frowned. It could be true, unless they’d had psychic training.
“Can I have a little more proof?” he asked politely. “There have been people, who have been after me because of what I can do and they’ve pulled stuff like this before.”
Batman (he was actually The Batman? How cool! Hiro would love this.) and the blonde exchanged glances.
“I’ll take him out while you two patrol,” she offered.
Don’t trust. Peter winced and lowered the telepathy.
“He has powers, I don’t think it would be wise--”
“Then he could take us out at any time but he listened and he’s been polite, and he’s earned the benefit of a doubt,” she argued.
Batman looked tense but nodded. “Take a communicator and one of my cars.”
He glared at Peter, a warning, before turning and striding away.
“Whoa,” he muttered. “Intense.”
She laughed, “You have no idea.”
“Umm…who are you?”
She blushed. “Sorry, rude of me. I’m Rose Tyler.”
Peter smiled. She was nice. “Well, Rose Tyler. Mind showing me this universe?”
“Let’s go before he sends Robin to chaperone instead of just following us at a "discreet" distance.”
Peter quirked and eyebrow. "Seriously?"
She nodded solemnly. "You're surprised?"
"Forgot how paranoid Batman could be."
"He fictional where you come from?"
"Yeah, though Hiro wishes he wasn't."
"Friend?"
Peter shrugged. "Ally."
Rose nodded, she knew how that went. "C'mon. He didn't say which car I couldn't take. He's got this gorgeous red convertible I've been dying to drive."
*********
Rose Tyler was an insane driver. He'd be fearful for his life if he didn't have Claire's power to fall back on.
"So, how do you think you got here?" Rose questioned as she wove through Gotham traffic.
He could barely believe it.
He'd never seen such a city in his own world.
"Well, I can't say except that I was testing out one of my powers." How was it so easy to talk to this woman?
"Powers? Sounds like you don't need comic book heroes, Peter."
He chuckled. "We need all the heroes we can get. Any way, I was testing out the ability to bend time and space."
Rose swerved and swore, braking viciously and using impressive skills to narrowly avert a serious accident.
She pulled over shakily, turned off the car and stared at him with deeply concealed anguish.
"Time and space?" she questioned aloud.
Peter, taken aback, could only nod.
"Fantastic," she muttered.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor Who/Batman/Heroes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Prompt: Red.
Author’s Notes: Cyn's prompt was crazy. It's in my BatWolf Universe.
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Peter groaned as the pain of consciousness encroached upon the darkness of sleep.
What happened? I tried to--ungh never doing that again.
He opened his eyes.
Low lights.
Thank god.
“Huh. I guess I’m not as conscious as I thought I was,” he muttered to himself.
A blonde woman was staring at him with those flimsy 3-D glasses you got from cereal boxes and Batman and Robin were flanking her.
“Wow. My brain is weird.” Enormous understatement.
And shouldn’t Claire’s power have done its job by now?
“You’re very conscious, more-so than when you teleported here,” the rumbling voice of the guy dressed as a favorite childhood superhero made him wince.
“We still haven’t gotten a hit on his fingerprints,” Robin informed them.
“I said you wouldn’t,” the blonde was British. “He’s not from this universe, there’s no guarantee he’d exist here.”
“Whoa whoa whoa! Not from this universe? Batman and Robin costumes? Who the hell are you people?!”
“The question is: who are you? There are inconsistencies in your blood work, you have no identity and possess--from what we‘ve been able to deduce so far--rapid cell regeneration and teleportation. That makes you a threat,” The Batman’s tone was ominous and the fact that they’d taken his blood was worrying.
“Hey! No threat! I’m not a threat, I swear! Uhh…my name is Peter Petrelli. Could you tell me why you’re dressed in Halloween costumes?”
The blonde snickered.
“You’re definitely from an alternate universe. Who are they dressed as, Mr. Petrelli?” she questioned him.
“Batman and Robin,” he answered, leaving the ‘duh’ unspoken.
“And they are?” she probed further.
“Well, Batman’s always been Bruce Wayne but Robin could either be Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake or Stephanie Brown, just to begin with,” he answered.
The Batguy loomed. “I want him gone,” he growled.
The blonde rolled her eyes.
“Look, somehow you popped over into another universe. S’one of those things that happens some times, where stuff happened differently. Britain has a President here, France is still a monarchy, stuff like that,” she explained earnestly.
Peter glared. “This isn’t funny. I can’t believe this! Did they put you up to this? Hiro! I know he has a part in this, the superhero touch is his thing.”
The woman sighed and offered him the 3-D glasses. “They measure void stuff around a person who has traveled between universes. You’ll see some on me and on yourself but on nothing and no one else.”
Peter frowned at the odd particles surrounding his hand and focused on bringing Matt’s power to the surface.
Can he? Does he know how to get back? Could I go back? Stop hoping! Poor bloke might be stuck here and all you want is a way back to him! Selfish! Don‘t want to leave Mum/Dad/Stewart/Mickey/Jake/Bruce/Tim/Alfred. Stop it! Stop thinking.
Torchwood would be the best place for him. He needs an identity and we need confirmation he’s trustworthy. It would be better if he could return to his own universe. We can’t measure what effect his presence could have on our own but it can’t be good.
Peter frowned. It could be true, unless they’d had psychic training.
“Can I have a little more proof?” he asked politely. “There have been people, who have been after me because of what I can do and they’ve pulled stuff like this before.”
Batman (he was actually The Batman? How cool! Hiro would love this.) and the blonde exchanged glances.
“I’ll take him out while you two patrol,” she offered.
Don’t trust. Peter winced and lowered the telepathy.
“He has powers, I don’t think it would be wise--”
“Then he could take us out at any time but he listened and he’s been polite, and he’s earned the benefit of a doubt,” she argued.
Batman looked tense but nodded. “Take a communicator and one of my cars.”
He glared at Peter, a warning, before turning and striding away.
“Whoa,” he muttered. “Intense.”
She laughed, “You have no idea.”
“Umm…who are you?”
She blushed. “Sorry, rude of me. I’m Rose Tyler.”
Peter smiled. She was nice. “Well, Rose Tyler. Mind showing me this universe?”
“Let’s go before he sends Robin to chaperone instead of just following us at a "discreet" distance.”
Peter quirked and eyebrow. "Seriously?"
She nodded solemnly. "You're surprised?"
"Forgot how paranoid Batman could be."
"He fictional where you come from?"
"Yeah, though Hiro wishes he wasn't."
"Friend?"
Peter shrugged. "Ally."
Rose nodded, she knew how that went. "C'mon. He didn't say which car I couldn't take. He's got this gorgeous red convertible I've been dying to drive."
*********
Rose Tyler was an insane driver. He'd be fearful for his life if he didn't have Claire's power to fall back on.
"So, how do you think you got here?" Rose questioned as she wove through Gotham traffic.
He could barely believe it.
He'd never seen such a city in his own world.
"Well, I can't say except that I was testing out one of my powers." How was it so easy to talk to this woman?
"Powers? Sounds like you don't need comic book heroes, Peter."
He chuckled. "We need all the heroes we can get. Any way, I was testing out the ability to bend time and space."
Rose swerved and swore, braking viciously and using impressive skills to narrowly avert a serious accident.
She pulled over shakily, turned off the car and stared at him with deeply concealed anguish.
"Time and space?" she questioned aloud.
Peter, taken aback, could only nod.
"Fantastic," she muttered.