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Bloody Doctors!

Title: "Bloody Doctors!"
Fandom(s): Broadchurch, Doctor Who
Characters: Ellie Miller, Alec Hardy, Tenth Doctor
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi
Word Count: Nearly 1500

Summary: Just another late night for Ellie Miller, trying to solve the difficult mystery of Danny Latimer’s death.



Author's Note: Written for the deviantArt group Literary Fanfiction's Flash Fan Fiction Friday prompt, to choose a fanfiction trope from TV Tropes. Chosen trope is "Doppleganger Crossover." Problem is, it ended up four times too long!




Ellie smashed the heels of her hands into her eyes to blot out the blurriness. She'd been poring over the CCTV recordings for hours now, with no results, no more clues as to what happened the night Danny Latimer had died. She'd come to the end of the batch, and it was time to start over again. As she stretched out her stiff shoulders, she glanced around the darkened police station, the only light coming from her desk lamp and the lights in the DI's office. Much as she hated the arrogant bastard, she had to admit that Alec Hardy worked the longest and hardest of anyone in the department. He would be here, at his desk studying the case files, when she finally left for home after midnight, and it was likely he'd be here when she arrived early the next morning.

Sighing, she began organising the recordings for another viewing when a crash out in the hallway startled her, and she leapt to her feet. "Miller! Stop banging about out there!" came an annoyed Scottish burr from Hardy's office.

"That wasn't me, sir!" she called as she strained to see into the shadows. Hardy's thin, tired frame, draped in his customary plain black suit that always seemed a size too large for him, materialised in his doorway.

"What's going on?" the DI growled. "Get the lights." He strode toward the hallway as Ellie dashed to the light switches.

"No! Wait wait wait!" came a plea from the darkness. "It doesn't like light. I've almost got it!" The tenor voice rang through the station with a familiar quality despite its quick London accent, and it switched to a groan as Ellie flipped the lights on. "No no no no no no!" She glanced over in time to see a blue blur dive under the desk nearest the door, its bum sticking out from under a pinstripe jacket.

"You! Get up!" Hardy ordered as he approached the desk, his jacket swept back by his fist perched on his waist.

"Wait just a mo'! I've almost got it!" the stranger replied, his voice muffled. "Let me just..." The desk shook as he smacked his head on its underside. “Ow!”

As Ellie joined her boss, Hardy spat, "I said, up!"

Grabbing the intruder by his jacket, the detective hauled him bodily out from under the desk as the man murmured, "It's okay, it's okay, I've got you," to something hidden in his cupped hands.

"I am Detective Inspector Alec Hardy and you have broken into my station. I demand to know..." His speech trailing off, the DI's jaw dropped as the man, shielding the item in his hands, got to his feet and looked up.

At first, Ellie had no idea why Hardy had faltered. About the same height as the DI, the man was thin, with a narrow face and tall nose. He was clean-shaven except for long sideburns, and sported fashionably ruffled russet hair. She recognised him, though it took her a moment to figure out why. Her eyes snapped to Hardy's face, and she gasped: this man could be Hardy's twin. No, not twin - exact double. Their hairstyles were different, the stranger stood a bit straighter, and Hardy, with his aggressive stubble and haggard expression, looked a number of years older, but everything else was exactly the same, down to the freckle patterns and the wonky, mismatched ears. Perhaps the only difference was the eyes: both men’s were insightful, but where Hardy’s were piercing and shrewd, the stranger’s held wisdom and a shade of madness.

"Bloody 'ell," she murmured.

Stunned momentarily as he stared at the detective inspector, the man’s face flashed with an awed grin. "Oh, brilliant!" he breathed.

Hardy stumbled back a couple of steps, slapping a hand to his chest. He collided with a desk, which he slumped down on as he stared back at the man.

"Sir? Who is this?" When Hardy didn't answer, she turned to the stranger. "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. You are?"

"I’m DS Ellie Miller."

The Doctor glanced at his still-paralysed double. “Then he’s your boss.”

“Yeah.”

A friendly smile flashed across the Doctor’s face. "A pleasure. You'll excuse me if I don't shake, because, you know..." He held his cupped hands up. "If you'll give me a moment..."

Hardy finally found his voice. "Who the bloody hell are you?" he barked.

"Shush! Don't scare it." The Doctor murmured into his hands. "It's okay. No one will hurt you. I'll get you into a nice dark place in a moment." He glanced up at the two detectives. "Here, take a look. Just a peek." He lifted his upper hand, revealing a tiny green creature, something like a gerbil but with four legs plus two arms ending in clawed paws. Its fur sparkled with bluish iridescence, and its oversized eyes stared at each of the three people in turn. With a terrified whine, it buried its face in the Doctor’s hand.

"Shush now. It's okay. Just go in here." With a finger, he pulled open one of his jacket pockets and let the creature climb down into it. "Lots of things for you to play with in there. We'll go home soon." Once it was safely inside, he patted the pocket shut. "That's a mikkelikot. Comes from Tinarus, a planet orbiting Gomeisa. Long way from home, and scared out of its wits. Been trying to catch it for two days now." He clasped his hands behind his back. "How can I help you?"

"You're an alien,” Ellie declared. The thought that had stunned her as she stared at the little creature rang thin and harsh in the bright lights of the empty office.

"Yup-ah," replied the Doctor.

"You look like me. You could be my brother," grunted Hardy, his knuckles white as his hands gripped the edge of the desk under him.

"Ohhh!" the other man breathed low in his throat, his eyes shining with what could only be described as greed. "Love the accent!" Without a pause, he smoothly switched his own to match Hardy's. "Now this I could do. Used to once, three lifetimes ago. Suits me, don't you think? I like it. This is posh." His style and choice of words aside, he now sounded exactly like the detective inspector, and Ellie’s stomach flipped.

"No, don't do that. Please don't." She turned to Hardy. "He's not like your brother. He looks exactly like you. Even that jumpy eyebrow of yours." Hardy's left eyebrow involuntarily shot up as he frowned at her, and she couldn't suppress a snort of laughter as a quick glance at the Doctor saw the same eyebrow arched in interest.

"Miller!" As the DS composed herself, the DI jumped up and approached the alien. "What is going on here? Why do you look exactly like me?"

"Oh, not exactly like you.” The Doctor's accent was back to London normal. “I mean, I’ve never done the beard thing, but there’s always a first time, isn’t there? And the hairstyle.” Popping on tiptoes, he peered down his nose at the top of Hardy’s head. “It really brings out the colour.” Raising a hand to the top of his head, he fingered his own hair as he studied the other man’s. “I bet in the sunlight, you’re positively ginger.” For some reason, the thought seemed to enchant him.

Hardy looked darkly dangerous, and the Doctor drew back.

“Oh. Oh yes. That. Could be any number of things." The Doctor thrust a hand inside his jacket and pulled out a metallic rod with a blue lens on one end. "Spatial genetic multiplicity. Transpecies cloning. Though I'd have to wonder when they'll get the sample. They'd need stem cells, not just skin or hair, and I’m not too keen on that. You don't mind, do you?" He held up the rod, then, without waiting for a reply, pointed it at DI Hardy, who jumped back, shielding himself with his hands. The device whirred merrily as its lens glowed, and the alien waved it up and down the detective's body, from head to toe. "It's okay. Just scanning. Could be random luck. Universe is a big place. Easy enough for two people to look alike. You don't happen to have a pocket watch, do you?"

"What?" barked Hardy. "What are you on about?"

The Doctor brought the device up to his ear, his gaze unfocused as he listened to it. "No, you're human, through and through. Though..." He paused, frowning, then pointed the thing at Hardy's chest and buzzed him again. "You're -"

"I'm not." Hardy's low snarl, cutting across the Doctor's words, startled both the alien and the detective sergeant, and their eyes snapped to him. Ellie had never seen Hardy so serious, and that was saying something.

"But I can h-" began the Doctor.

"No. You can't."

Ellie’s eyes flicked to her superior officer. "Sir? What's going on?"

"Leave it, Miller."

The two men’s eyes locked, adamant will on one side, apprehension and concern on the other. The Doctor blinked, and his face fell, closing off. He nodded and stashed the device back in his breast pocket.

Hardy drew himself up. “This is a police station and you are interfering in a murder investigation.” He shot a glance at the door, but the Doctor ignored his intent.

“A murder investigation! Splendid! I could help! I helped Agatha Christie solve a murder once. Well, three murders, but it was the same killer.” The alien bounced with hopeful excitement.

“Clear off! Now!”

The Doctor bowed low. “A pleasure to meet you both. DS Miller.” Stepping forward, he caught Ellie’s hand and kissed it, and she returned his gaze with a flummoxed smile. He then nodded at his twin. “DI Hardy.” Spinning on his heel, he disappeared into the dark hallway.

The two detectives stared after the man for a good long time, until Hardy cleared his throat, startling Ellie out of her reverie. “The case won’t solve itself, Miller,” he growled, stalking off toward his office.

“This means... could be aliens, you know, sir.”

In the doorway of his office, Hardy whirled on her, and she drew back from his stern glare. “Until we have evidence otherwise, we will assume the killer is of earthly origin.” Acknowledging her nod, he turned back to his office, skirting the desk and plopping in his chair. He grabbed his glasses from the desk as he scrubbed a hand down his weary face.

Ellie followed him to the doorway. “What was he talking about, sir? When he pointed that thing at you.”

“Nothing, Miller.”

Avoiding her gaze, he affected nonchalance, but it was unconvincing, and her eyes narrowed. “Is something wrong?”

“I said shut it.”

She knew he’d blow up if she didn’t drop it, so she leaned casually against the doorjamb. “You clean up pretty well, sir.”

Dropping the glasses, he glared at her. “Don’t you start!”

“Just saying. A shave, and a tailored suit…”

“Miller. I’m warning you -”

“Don’t do the London accent, though. He was right. You sound better as a Scot.”

“You!” Hardy barked, springing from his chair. “You are not to speak of this ever again. And if I hear that you’ve told anyone else…”

She was quite proud of keeping a straight face. “Yes, sir. Not a word, sir.”

Hardy stomped around his desk and, grabbing his coat from the rack, pushed past her. “It’s late, Miller. Go home.”

Ellie smirked as she turned toward her desk. “Yes, sir. Good night!” Hardy’s sharp, angry footsteps echoed through the hall as she gathered her things. Not that anyone would believe her if she told them what had happened, but it entertained her to see the great Detective Inspector Alec Hardy so flustered. By the time she exited the station, her eyes were overflowing with mirthful tears.

Comments

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dm12
Jul. 31st, 2014 07:58 pm (UTC)
I loved this! I wonder what the sonic discovered about Hardy.... he sure seemed upset! Then again, he's high strung anyway.

Pocket watch?!? Now that would have been interesting.... and they must think the Doctor's a bit of crazy. Oh, wait a minute, he is definitely nuts... a madman with a box!

Miller's right... he would clean up very nicely!

Edited at 2014-07-31 08:01 pm (UTC)
shivver13
Aug. 1st, 2014 12:58 am (UTC)
Hm, I don't want to assume you've seen Broadchurch and then spoil a major plot point, so I'll just say that the sonic was pointing at his chest.

Glad you liked it! I just love Alec Hardy and it was fun writing him and Ellie.
dm12
Aug. 1st, 2014 01:21 am (UTC)
I have, and I suspected what was discovered. I wonder if the Doctor could have done anything about it....... Hardy would never let him, I'm sure! (Duh... he was about to say he could help, wasn't he? Like I said, Hardy won't let him.)

Alec Hardy was a delightfully complex character. On the surface, he appeared to be one thing, but deep down, there's a whole different dimension to him. Ellie's interaction with him was also complex. That story wasn't only about the mystery, but the people and the town.

Edited at 2014-08-01 01:25 am (UTC)
shivver13
Aug. 1st, 2014 01:57 am (UTC)
Oh, oh yes! That's what I so love about the show, that it was really about the people and how they were affected by the murder, including the police themselves.

I absolutely loved Hardy's and Ellie's relationship, how it changed from disdain on one side and enmity on the other to respect and a very carefully balanced friendship. I very much hope that the new season doesn't make them fall in love or introduce sexual tension between them, because, at least to me, they are so much more than that.

Edited at 2014-08-01 01:57 am (UTC)
dm12
Aug. 1st, 2014 02:15 am (UTC)
Yes, I really wonder what they could be doing with season 2. I guess Hardy took care of his issue, or he wouldn't be able to be back. I agree with you, they don't need to add sexual tension to their relationship, it works as it is.
shivver13
Aug. 1st, 2014 02:20 am (UTC)
I was just saying that to my husband, like 30 minutes ago, that he must have gotten it taken care of! Tennant said that he'll stay with the show as long as the writing is good (well, and if they want him back), so I guess we have to trust his judgment! ;)
saaammie
Jul. 31st, 2014 08:36 pm (UTC)
Haha, love it!
Oh Hardy.
shivver13
Aug. 1st, 2014 12:58 am (UTC)
Thanks!

He just needs a hug, doesn't he?
dm12
Aug. 1st, 2014 01:22 am (UTC)
Can't argue there... a good hug!
flowsoffire
Aug. 3rd, 2014 08:17 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is really great! I loved your characterizations of Hardy and the Doctor, and the descriptions—first Ellie noticing so many details and similarities (she's been looking, hasn't she? Well, never mind, the show doesn't go there ;)), then the Doctor himself playing at it, with the accent and all, commenting merrily on the hairstyle and thoroughly freaking Hardy out. The unspoken moment of tension about his heart was very aptly handled. I just adored the tiny alien creature and the Doctor shushing and reassuring it :D ♥ The interactions were just perfect. Hilarious, with the Doctor being so Doctory, but with that bit of an edge from Hardy. Great work :)
shivver13
Aug. 4th, 2014 03:18 am (UTC)
Thank you! I just love Hardy, and I hope to get to write him again sometime. It's hard to get him right, though, with just the perfect amount of rude without falling over into obnoxious.

Sometimes I think the Doctor really enjoys messing with people's minds. :D

Edited at 2014-08-04 03:18 am (UTC)
flowsoffire
Aug. 4th, 2014 06:08 am (UTC)
Yeah, I can imagine! :D It was odd fun reading your story, because I haven't actually seen Broadchurch, but my mother has and tends to gush at me about the shows she's seeing, so I know most of the plot and Hardy's characterization—I haven't really seen him for real, though :D So it was especially fun seeing you make him come to life.

Yeah, one could wonder if he's doing it on purpose! :D
dm12
Aug. 4th, 2014 04:57 pm (UTC)
Of course he's doing it on purpose! Great big brain (or so he says...), he has to know what he's doing. Well, maybe not. Supposedly, Ten didn't realize just how flirty he was and the mixed messages he gave to his female companions (except Donna; she wasn't having any of it). Or maybe he did, and no one called him on it until Martha finally got exasperated and left him, the healthiest thing she could do!

Edited at 2014-08-04 04:58 pm (UTC)
shivver13
Aug. 4th, 2014 05:47 pm (UTC)
I don't think Ten was aware at all about any mixed messages he was giving to his companions. When Martha finally pointed it out to him in her final speech, you can see on his face the moment he realized what he'd done to her. On the other hand, I am convinced that when he messes with incidental people, he's doing it on purpose at least sometimes. (And there are times that he doesn't realize that he's being strange.)
dm12
Aug. 4th, 2014 06:01 pm (UTC)
I suspect he has a difficult time with social cues regarding gender specific issues. He's naturally friendly and gorgeous, so women read what they will of it. He also tends to like physical contact and has no clue about personal space/boundaries. Plus, there's that added "genetic transfer," which did not need to be quite so thorough, I'm sure.... That version of him was just made for women to adore, I guess!
flowsoffire
Aug. 4th, 2014 07:22 pm (UTC)
I would also say Ten didn't really realize what he was doing, most of the time—human things, and attraction, aren't things he really seems to know how to handle. He kind of takes it in a very matter-of-fact way, like with the "genetic transfer" indeed, or when he goes "I should do that more often!" when Donna kisses him—yet he's rather oblivious to flirting…
dm12
Aug. 4th, 2014 07:38 pm (UTC)
Yes,with Donna, one look from her straightened him out right quick!
flowsoffire
Aug. 4th, 2014 07:41 pm (UTC)
"Oi! Hands!"
shivver13
Aug. 4th, 2014 08:46 pm (UTC)
That "genetic transfer" thing. He knows that it's not something that two people who just met do and that it can be taken the wrong way, but he doesn't *get* it. He's missing that level of understanding, which is of course understandable as he's not human, but it certainly can get him into a lot of trouble, and make him hurt people he cares about.
flowsoffire
Aug. 5th, 2014 06:15 am (UTC)
Yes, exactly. He appears very alien in that regard, because he just doesn't give those things the same level of thought and importance as we do. Same with the flirting. (But he picks it up when it's Jack! XD) In that regard, Ten and Eleven both seemed rather alien, though they expressed it in different ways; in Nine it was somewhat less pronounced (his firm, hilarious reaction to Jackie in her nightgown, though I guess he didn't think twice about it at first; his kiss to Rose, mostly, felt so very purposeful and layered with tenderness/romantic meaning, even as it had a clear intent). Nine did have his alienness though. All the comments on humanity always made me crack up ;) Goodness, wasn't he bitchy… (That went into a bit of a tangent there.)
shivver13
Aug. 5th, 2014 07:45 pm (UTC)
Understandably bitchy, though. I'm sure the thought that he annihilated his own race, the most powerful species in the universe, for these stupid apes has crossed his mind a few times. :)
flowsoffire
Aug. 5th, 2014 07:49 pm (UTC)
Bitterness all around, yeah ;) (He didn't do it just for Earth, though, did he…?)
shivver13
Aug. 5th, 2014 08:13 pm (UTC)
Oh no. Firing the Moment killed off Gallifrey and Skaro and numerous planets, systems, and galaxies, for the sake of all of the rest. If he hadn't, then either the Daleks would have won the war and systematically destroyed all of the rest of the universe, or the Time Lords would have enacted the Final Sanction and destroyed the rest of the universe.

But I can totally picture Nine looking at mass of humans walking around and thinking, "I did it for these stupid apes???" ;)
flowsoffire
Aug. 6th, 2014 05:54 am (UTC)
Okay—yeah, I can totally picture that, too :D
shivver13
Aug. 4th, 2014 05:49 pm (UTC)
Oh, Broadchurch is just fantastic. It's worth seeing just for the development of Miller's and Hardy's relationship, but the rest of the story, about how the town is affected by the tragedy, is spectacular.

I'm pretty sure that Ten and Four both mess with people on purpose, at least some of the time. At other times, they just do it without meaning to. Other incarnations, I'm not so sure, but those two, definitely. :D
flowsoffire
Aug. 4th, 2014 07:32 pm (UTC)
Yes, so I gathered! I'm always lacking time to watch stuff (and prefer focusing on my slow progress in classic!Who when I do get a minute…), but my mother gave me a rather detailed account and it really sounded just stellar.

Mmmm, sounds possible. Any example you can think of? :) (I did hear Four was a tricky one…)
shivver13
Aug. 4th, 2014 08:43 pm (UTC)
I've watched it through twice so far (and I've been itching for a third time), and it's fantastic even on rewatching, not to mention you get to see things you missed before because you didn't know whodunit. On the second watch-through, Hardy telling Miller that she did good work on the case made me tear up.

We just watched "City of Death," which is a fantastic episode just on its own, and there's a scene in which the rich snobby guys have captured the Doctor and Romana, and are interrogating him, and he's just messing with them. It's absolutely hilarious. My favorite line from that scene: the rich guy asks, "Who sent you?" and the Doctor, with a completely confused look on his face, replies, "Who sent me what?"
flowsoffire
Aug. 7th, 2014 08:41 pm (UTC)
Rewatching great material always is so very interesting… :)

Ha, that sounds just precious! :D
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