Magical Mix-Up - A Doctor Who/Legends of Tomorrow Crossover

Chapter 1

"I have one more patient for you, Rory," Davy on the desk said, handing him a chart. "Some kind of burn."

Rory Williams took the chart and scanned it quickly. "Okay. What's open?"

"Curtain three," Davy replied, giving him a smile.

Nodding to the other man, Rory headed out to the waiting room which wasn't too bad for a Sunday afternoon in the middle of the summer.

"Mr. Constantine," Rory called. His patient stood and Rory frowned in surprise to see the man wearing a trench coat, white shirt and a red tie, his dyed blond hair was a mess, and he had the look that he had just rolled out of bed. "Please come with me."

As a blonde woman stood to join them, Rory shook his head, "Sorry, you'll have to wait here for the moment."

Rory's patient turned to the blonde woman, had a quick, annoyed whispered discussion before she sat down, and he turned to Rory with a charming smile. "Lead on, mate."

Walking the man through the security doors, Rory motioned him to take a seat on the bed and pulled up the stool.

"Okay," Rory told him. "Looking over your information it says that you burned your arm. I'll do an exam to check the area, and if required I will get one of the doctors to take over, or I will clean it up."

Constantine shrugged. "Really sorry about this, mate, but I lied a little bit."

Confused, Rory heard a strange noise behind him, turning he saw the blonde woman from the waiting room walking through a portal to what looked like a ship or space station. Spinning off his stool, Rory grabbed a scalpel out the kit to defend himself.

"I know you're confused, Rip," the blonde woman said, "but we're your friends and we're taking you home."

Gripping the scalpel and letting the Centurion in his head free, Rory replied, "No idea who you are and I'm going nowhere."

Constantine shrugged. "Sorry, mate," he pulled a strange looking silver device from his pocket and a flash of light filled Rory's vision before everything went black.

~

Sara Lance sighed as she watched Rip fall to the ground. "That could have gone better."

John frowned at her while crouching down to relieve the unconscious man of the scalpel before pulling him off the ground and onto his back in a fireman's lift. "You're not kidding."

"Let's get back to the ship before anyone comes looking for him," Sara motioned John back onto the Waverider.

Carrying the unconscious form of his amnesiac friend, John was relieved when they entered the ship and Sara closed the portal. Resting Rip on the medical couch Sara slid the cuff onto his arm and checked the readouts. They now had to wait until he woke up to see if he remembered anything now that he was onboard the ship once more.

"Well?" John asked.

"As far as I can tell he's healthy," Sara noted before frowning at him. "It would be easier with Gideon."

"That wasn't my fault," John defended himself. "I had no idea that the idol would react with the spell in that way."

Sara rolled her eyes. "Now we have no AI because she's suddenly human, unconscious and in Str Labs."

John frowned. "From everything the doc told us, she'll be fine and she's sleeping just now. It's probably a lot to assimilate going from an AI to human. If we give her time, I'm sure she'll wake up soon just like Dr. Snow told us."

"Until then we can't really go anywhere," Sara sighed. She looked down at the man on the bed before her. "He looks different."

John shrugged. "Well you said this is a camouflage. He's bound to look different."