Title: 'The Accusation'
Fandom: The Monkees/Doctor Who
Author: but_can_i_be_trusted
Rating: G
Challenge: #45: U2 Song Titles ('With or Without You')
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Notes: Crossposted to genprompt_bingo and whatif_au

Summary: Still flummoxed and frightened, Davy and Mike stared at each other.


Mike slowly entered the Pad, looking confused as he set down a bag of groceries. Distractedly, he set about putting everything away.

"Hey, what's the matter," Davy asked, coming over to help. "You don't seem like yourself, at the moment."

"That's 'cuz I'm not," Mike replied, scratching his head. He carelessly tossed a loaf of bread onto the countertop. "When I came outta the market, I met a real nut. Nuttier than Micky, if you can believe it."

Davy chuckled, sliding a few soft drinks into the icebox. "I would never have thought that was possible! So, what sort of a 'nut' was this bloke, if he could beat our resident lunatic at his own game?"

"He grabbed my arm, and almost knocked the bag down," Mike stated. "Kept pointin' to some blue box, and sayin' he needed my help. That he could travel in time, and that he needed me to help him in the sixth century."

Letting out a low whistle, Davy regarded his friend. "Wow. That does sound like a chap who's off his rocker."

"You're tellin' me! I told him to buzz off, and go tell his fibs to someone else, before I had him hauled away to the loony bin."

Suddenly, a wheezing noise filled the air. Startled, the two bandmates clung to each other. They stared in a daze as a large blue box suddenly took up part of their living room. A set of doors popped open, and a man with curling, silvery hair and a frowning face leaned out and pointed directly at Mike.

"And I still resent the accusation that I'm a madman," the stranger in the box shouted. "I gave you an opportunity for a grand adventure, and you turned it down! It would've been much easier with you, but I'll have to give it a go without!"

He went back into the box, doors slamming shut as he entered. The odd noise returned, and the box faded away, leaving the Pad eerily normal again.

Still flummoxed and frightened, Davy and Mike stared at each other.

"Best not tell Micky or Peter about this," Davy quietly suggested.

Mike nodded. "They'd never buy it."