A/N: And now… Nine arrives. Yes, he’s ditched the leather jacket. Come on… He’s like two weeks from being due, there’s no way he’d fit into that damn thing. Notice I have chosen to have him wear a full great Kilt. ‘Cuz I think he’d look fine in one… and … And I just keep seeing him in one here. so meh. 
Um… PS. Following this post is a comment about my take on Time Lord ‘bits’ and what might make them that way. It also goes into what makes the Doctor different, and why. If you don’t want to read it fine, but it goes into the mental stuff about what I’m thinking when I write the more explicit stuff. It’s this post (please don’t click if you are offended by biology and taboo areas of the body, OK?)
Doctor Who and the Threads of Time
Part three: Serenity, Docking at St Albans Space Bazaar, Wild Space/Alliance Fringe, Late ‘October’, 2518.
This was the second time this cycle that Malcolm Reynolds had directed his pilot to bring them here. The first time had been a standard stop, picking up and dropping off mail. This time was a bit of a surprise, meaning they hadn’t planned on it and likely they wouldn’t make back to the Core anytime soon with as far out in the black as they were now. Reavers would be moving between Saint Albans and Blue Sun if the pattern held from years past. The Captain contended that it didn’t matter, they’d sit tight here or trust Jon and venture closer to Company space if they needed. But Serenity was slow, and Wash knew that if Rychengoll pirates too a shine to it they’d be wishing they’d risked the Reavers instead.
He wished they had Rich with them still. Then again, so did Jon. He felt for the man, really he did. This entire thing must be incredibly difficult for him, seeing as he was going to go into labor at any time and his husband was missing. The tall pale fellow had stopped trying to hide his condition after he’d nearly killed Jayne three months back after his contact, William Johns, had insisted that he could find out where “Riddick” was being held, even if the records were fifty-seven years old. Jayne had invited it, alluding that the man was getting soft (Cobb never was too bright after all, thinking that the weight gain was nothing more than fat) after his husband ‘ran off’. Hell, he was surprised that Mal hadn’t flushed the gun-for-hire out the airlock. Since then, Jayne had displayed a healthy dose of fear in Jon, as much as he’d done around Rich or Mal, and was holding good to watching his tongue.
