The Most Important Man in the Universe

[darkentwisted]

 Title: "The Most Important Man in the Universe"
Copyright Notice: All characters owned by the BBC, BBC America and Tiger Aspect Media.
Plot spoilers: Between Season 1 and 2 of Robin Hood.  Post Season 4 Doctor Who.  Completely AU!
Pairings: Much/Ten Doctor
Warnings: None, (might make you hurl though.)
Rating: G

Summary:   I really had doubts about posting this.  It just seemed so silly.  A weird little plot bunny I had to exorcise.  
What if instead of  Dalek Caan choosing a 21st century bride-to-be, he chose a 12th century outlaw instead.  My latest attempt to turn Much into a total 'MarySue'.  Help me!  

A/N:  Some dialog taken verbatim, directly from Doctor Who 4:13 "Journey's End".

 

The Most Important Man on Earth
by
DarkenTwisted

The TARDIS doors closed as they made their way from dropping Rose and the human Doctor on the parallel Earth. The Doctor eyed his companion’s exuberance with cautious worry.  Even for Much, the man was just too talkative and hyper.  It just didn’t bode well.

For one minute, this man, this former servant to a 12^th century English lord, was the most important man in the universe.  He singlehandedly took the timelord mind into his own, created a new copy of the Doctor and defeated the Dalek plan to destroy reality.  Now, the Doctor knew.  It would take a miracle to save him.  The Doctor dreaded what he had to do as the blonde man strutted around the console.

"We did it we saved the world again!  You and me!"  He excitedly checked levers as he spoke in rapid fire sentences, "The DoctorMuch just as the Ood predicted!"

The Doctor agreed half heartedly, his heart breaking silently as his companion spoke. "Yeah, we were brilliant. Weren’t we?"

Much’s blue eyes shone with new life, "We certainly were!"

He looked at the monitor and then at the Doctor, "I thought we would try the planet Feldspoon, just ‘cos.  What a good name, Feldspoon.  Apparently it has got mountains that sway in the breeze! Mountains that move! Can you imagine?!"

"And how do you know that?" The Doctor replied sadly, not liking what was going to inevitably happen next.

"Because it is in your head and if it is in your head, it is in mine." The former servant replied confidently.

"And how does that feel? The timelord replied, wishing he could match his friend’s happiness.

"Brilliant! Fantastic! Molto bene! The whole universe packed into my brain! "The former outlaw tapped the console with a pen, "You know, you could fix that chamaeleon circuit if you just tried hot wiring in the fragment links and superseding the binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary."

Much couldn’t stop himself. He got louder as he droned on in alarm, "Binary, binary, binary, binary, binary . . . Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I am fine!"  He looked away in embarrassment.

He recovered himself, "Nahh, never mind Feldspoon! You know whom I would like to meet? Charlie Chaplin!  I’ll bet he’s great, Charlie Chaplin.  Shall we do that?" He picked up the TARDIS phone, "Shall we visit Charlie Chaplin shall we?  Charlie Chester?  Charlie Brown?  No, he’s fiction, fiction friction, fixin’, fixin’, mixin’, Brixton! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh! Much dropped the phone and doubled over the console in exhaustion.  His hand went to his head. "Oh my God!"

The Doctor walked over to the blonde man, "Do you know what’s happening?"

"Yeah . . . "Much avoided the Doctor’s eyes.

"There’s never been a human-timelord meta-crisis before now.  And you know why."  The Doctor’s sad brown eyes met Much’s resigned, large, wet, blue ones.

"Because there can’t be," The blonde, human-timelord said sadly.

Much started fumbling with the controls defiantly, "I want to stay!"

The doctor leaned in, "Look at me. Much, look at me!"

Much stopped, with sad blue eyes.  His lips quivered as he studied his friend, "I was gonna be with you . . . forever!"

"I know," the Doctor said sadly.

"The rest of my life . . . travelin’ in the TARDIS.  The DoctorMuch."  Much suddenly stared at the ancient traveler with realized horror at what was going to happen next, "Oh no! I cannot go back!  Don’t make me go back!  Doctor . . . please, don’t make me go back?!

The Doctor put his hands on the blonde servant’s shoulders, "Much . . . Oh Much. I’m so . . . so sorry. But we had the best of times . . . the best . . . Goodbye."

Tears ran down the former servant’s face as he silently pleaded and searched for escape from the doctor’s intent.

The Doctor placed his hands gently on each side of the blonde man’s head.

Much screamed, "Please! No!  No!  Noooooooooo!"

Images flashed through the blonde man’s mind as it suddenly caught fire.  Fighting the Daleks, meeting Rose, planet Midnight, the Library, Jenny, Agatha Christie and the Wasp, the Ood, Pompeii, meeting the Doctor again and sharing banana sandwiches in a field, battling the Racnoss, the first time he accidentally appeared in the TARDIS after breaking up Guy and Marian’s wedding.  All gone in a flash . . . then darkness.

***

In the camp, the outlaws were sleeping when suddenly, they were woken by a mechanical scraping noise.

As Little John raised up, the trap door of the hideout opened.

The Doctor screamed at the gentle giant, while standing over Much’s unconscious body with his hands under the other man’s arms, "Help me!"

Djaq covered the blonde servant as the timelord stood over his sleeping friend, gazing at him sadly. "He’s resting. He’s been gone for a week. We thought he was captured and imprisoned in Nottingham.  What happened?" She studied the odd man with her brown eyes.

"Gather your gang.  We need to talk." The Doctor lowered his eyes at her.

They sat by the fire.  He told them the unbelievable tale of what had happened to their friend.

All he had seen and done.  How their funny friend had, for one glorious moment, become the most important man in the universe.  How species on other planets revered his name as a god.  How his name would be sung in chant for eons to come, by people and beings he would never meet.

"He took my timelord consciousness into his own head and that can’t happen."  The Doctor gazed at the others, "I had to wipe his mind . . . take everything.  He was the most important man in the universe but he can never remember.   If he does, even for one minute, he’ll burn up."

Robin looked up at the timelord, meeting his sad gaze with a defiant one, "He’s my best friend.  He will always be important to me."

"Then why don’t you show him every once in a while?"  The Doctor spat back at the archer.

"Robin raised his voice at the timelord, "I think you have said quite enough, Doctor, You should leave!"

Djaq started to protest but Will held her back.  The others gazed at the Doctor and Robin as they silently battled with their eyes.  A sudden noise from the sleeping quarters drew everyone’s attention.

Much stretched and stared at his friends by the fire.  "How long did I sleep and who is that?"

"It is almost dawn, Much."  Robin spoke as convincingly calm as he could to his friend.  "He is just a traveler stopping to warm himself by the fire before going on to Nottingham."

Much nodded at the stranger, "You should have woken me.  I shall make breakfast early then."

"No need to make a fuss for me. I really need to be going," the Doctor eyed Robin as he shot him another angry look.

Much looked disappointed as he started to walk to the kitchen to prepare the mornings meal.  He turned once again to the strange guest. "Well then, Sorry you have to go.  It was nice to meet you."   His large blue eyes matched his smile, as the most important man in the universe went about his daily chores.

Little John walked the alien back to the TARDIS. "  He traveled in here.  Up there?"   He stopped to look up at the stars that were dimming fast in the approaching dawn.

"Yup," the Doctor replied as he opened the door.

"He really saved the universe?" The gentle giant stared at the alien.

The Doctor grinned widely, "Yes he did!"

"Then for him . . . I’ll remember!" The large outlaw shook the timelord’s hand.

He stood back as the TARDIS disappeared from view.

"Him, I liked."

FIN

Comments

[zooeyrye.livejournal.com]

I fixed my paintshop and seem to be ambling about...this is what came of it.



I know they are hardly good, but I wanted to share in the M/R love. =D

[darkentwisted.livejournal.com]

They're brilliant! So scrobbing the middle one as an icon! :)

I think admitting that I have a problem is the first step to treatment.

(Checks into REHAB for Robin/Much shipping addiction. Runs into Amy Winehouse. Realizes Robin/Much addiction not so bad after all! Throws glitter in air to celebrate!)

*WHEEE!*

[zooeyrye.livejournal.com]

Hahah *huggles*

[aliciabmanley.livejournal.com]

The Doctor and Much...and Little John....

Can you stand it? Yay!

Thanks for the Robin Hood addiction, by the way...

; )

[darkentwisted.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading!

You're welcome.
I'm getting addicted to 'Primeval' now! :)