#sargent benton

[cleowho]

Yates and Benton make a chilling discovery.

The Claws of Axos - season 08 - 1971

[t1me-v0rt3x]

what the fuck is going on in the Time Monster???

allow me to list (i might miss things)

the doctor having a dream that the master returns

the Brigadier calling him insane

the Brigadier essentially kidnapping benton who was looking forward to two days off to watch some demonstration

the master so happens to be the professor doing the demonstration

the doctor detects the master's time fuckery and goes to follow it

silly sped up footage of bessie going speedy

realising the time fuckery is where the Brigadier and benton is

super aging of stu

time go stop in some area

some medieval guy on a horse with a spear goes to attack captain Yates and his convoy

Yates tells the Brigadier who asks if he's drunk

some guys with cannons suddenly start firing cannon balls at them

Yates again tells the Brigadier

Brigadier then goes to check

is then stopped on the way by the sound of a V1 bomb from 1944

Brigadier tells Yates over radio

Yates doenst hear until too late

bomb explodes

Brigadier calls Captain Yates, Mike over the radio (SPOOKY)

captain Yates is mostly fine considering

upon return time stops in that area again and won't return when machine turned off

the doctor's TARDIS in the master's TARDIS while the master's TARDIS is also in the doctor's TARDIS at the same time

benton points gun at master many times

master runs off with high priest from atlantis in his TARDIS which the doctor's TARDIS is still in

fuckery with machine turns Sargent Benton into a baby

master tries to throw doctor into time vortex

success

the TARDIS being the amazing thing she is finds away to get him back

jo helps

master tries to convince atlantis that he comes from the gods

king doenst believe him

master flirts with queen and wins her favor

doctor shows up and the king likes him

master tries to control Kronos

master is arrested by Queen for killing the king

Kronos is put away

master kidnapps Jo and doctor follows

doctor threatens to kill all three of them

master is right to call his bluff

jo does it

she thinks they are dead

Kronos appears im rainbow area

Kronos helps doctor and jo live then says she's going to torment the master

master casually drops to his knees shouting no then BEGS the doctor to help him

doctor helps him

master essentially goes fuck you and runs off in his TARDIS

BENTON IS STILL A BABY

that's not all since i haven't fully finished yet BUT WHAT THE HELL

[sonofdoodleboard]

Here's a tier list, I've done for the Classic Doctor Who companions, (No I won't be doing companions from NuWho or DisneyWho)

[redeemed-wren]

If the characters in your current WIP could freeze time for a day, what would they do with that time?

Currently I am working on a Doctor Who fanfic focused on Jo Grant so I shall use her.

And tbf if she discovered she had that power she'd very like Just Another Tuesday. and probably go talk to the Doctor about it.

My secondary main character in this particular fic is Sargent Benton and if he and Jo got together I think they'd have a splendid day away from the rest of UNIT eating cheese and toast and gossiping.

[daddyslittlegirlofsammy]

Doctor and Benton <3<3

[words-with-wren]

@chrumblr-whumblr Day Eleven: On The Run

WOOPSIES Been a couple days. Life man. Anyway hoping to catch up on the missed ones within a few days!

Fandom: Doctor Who (Third Doctor era)

Words: 1,050

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Jo pressed up against the wall, leaning her head back and shutting her eyes. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her breathing enough to listen. 

She slid down the wall, beaths settling a little, and steadied herself with a hand on the rough gravel of the ground outside UNIT headquarters. Two more deep breaths and she had steadied her breathing enough to be able to listen for the sound of boots coming after her. 

She’d managed to make it outside, that was something. But she couldn’t leave, no without the Doctor. Not without figuring out what was going on. 

She gave herself a few more moments to fully settle her breathing then carefully stood up again. She peered around the corner, then ducked back immediately at the sight of uniformed men moving into the courtyard. 

A shaky breath involuntarily escaped her mouth, cut off before it turned into a squeak. They all had guns as well--of course they did, this was UNIT. She just wasn’t used to those weapons being a threat to her. 

But her quick glimpse had allowed her to get a view of Bessie, and the sight of the car was enough for her to develop a quick plan around. If she could make it to Bessie, she could try to go for help--the Brigadier due back from London soon, and if anyone could bring order to whatever was going on, it’d be him. 

There were a number of flaws in this plan, the most obvious being Bessie was on the complete other side of the courtyard, and there was about half of the active UNIT troops between her and the car. The other flaw was that she’d never actually driven the car. 

How hard could it be though? One problem at a time. 

She was loath to abandon the Doctor, especially without knowing what exactly they were going to do with him. But she had been so efficiently driven outside, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to even get inside again, let along anywhere near wherever the Doctor was being held. And as much as she was willing to attempt it, finding the Brigadier would be more helpful in the long run. 

The plan had been formed in only a few seconds, and now she had to figure out how to cross the courtyard. She risked another glance around the corner and saw that the men between her and the car had diminished to only three, scanning the area. She could slip past three. 

She knew the layout of the courtyard enough to know that there was a space between this building and the next she could duck into. With another glance to make sure no one was looking her way, she took a deep breath and ran out.

She almost made it. She was just a few paces away from ducking into the shadow of the building when a gunshot exploded behind her and she felt the wall beside her explode with a spray of brick. She yelped, running faster, ducking low, heart pounding. 

Her feet skidded on the gravel and she almost lost her balance as she ducked into the cover between the two buildings, glancing behind her as she did. Three UNIT soldiers were rushing towards her, holding their guns, shouting to each other. 

She slammed into someone, almost knocked off balance but whoever it was caught her. She tried to tug away but she was pulled quickly into a door, tucked away behind the building.

“Jo!” a familiar voice hissed and she hesitated in her struggles enough to see Sargent Benton, a hand still holding arm. He had lost his hat and had blood running down one side of his face, but Jo had never been more glad to see him. 

“Sargent,” she cried. For a moment, they studied each other warily. Jo wasn’t sure what she would do if Benton started trying to capture or kill her or whatever it was everyone else was doing. 

Then bootsteps sounded from outside and Benton pressed himself up against the wall and Jo flung herself into his side, burying her face in his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and for a moment, they just stood there. She could hear his heart, under his uniform, beating rapidly. 

Muted conversations came from outside, and then she heard the men disperse again. Letting out a deep breath, she pulled away from Benton. 

“You alright, Miss Grant?” he asked. She nodded, feeling suddenly breathless.

“Am I glad to see you,” she said. “What’s happening?” 

“The boys brought in some alien thing, this morning,” Benton said, keeping his voice low. “I was storing it when it went off, exploded or something. Woke up and everything had gone mad.” 

Jo nodded, wrapping her arms around herself. She’d been with the Doctor in the lab when the whole building had shook. 

“Are you alright?” she asked, reaching a hand up to touch the blood on his forehead. He blinked, seeming surprised that the wound was even there. 

“Oh, just a scratch really,” he said dismissively. “Where’s the Doctor?”

Jo looked down, the concern and fear she’d been trying not to think too hard about raring its head. 

“I’m not sure,” she said. “Benton, they came right for him.” It had only been a few minutes after the earthquake before soldiers had marched into the lab and placed the Doctor under arrest. Though that was a mild way of putting it. He managed to draw their attention enough for her to slip out but-- “I don’t know where they took him.” 

“Okay,” Benton said. “Look, Miss Grant, you find somewhere out of the way to stay hidden. I’ll try find the Doctor and a way to get in contact with the Brigadier-” Jo was already shaking her head adamantly. 

“No way,” she said. “I’m not leaving you out here alone. Besides, I doubt there is anywhere that’s safe.” 

He didn’t like it, but Jo knew he wasn’t going to put up much of a fight. He’d also not let her out of his sight, but she found she didn’t mind that very much. 

Sure enough, he let out a sigh and nodded. 

“Alright. But stay close.” 

Together the two of them sneaked carefully through the UNIT headquarters.  ___

do NOT ask me what is going on i don't know its probably the Master i just liked the idea of Jo and Benton having to sneak around UNIT base. Similar to another story i've played around with but that one included cybermen

[ilovemedia]

Doctor who charetars who i think are in a queer platonic relationship as someone who is in one:

. Jamie Mcrimmon and the 2nd doctor

. Sarah Jane Smith and the doctor (basically cannon)

. Jo Grant and the third doctor

. The 4th doctor and romona (1 and 2)

. 10th doctor and donna noble

. 12 doctor and clara

. Mike Yates and sargent Benton

. Everyone at unit actually

(Lol like all of theses are with the doctor, feel free to share your own qpt headcannone)

[ronaldparlato]

There was no way to bring Aurelia's particular sensibilities to her work. If she stayed, it would have to be the same algorithmic prescriptions, the same angry, prepared responses, the same reflexive hatreds and preferences. There was clearly no room for art or God in the progressive canon, and the best place for her was on her own.

[themadgirlinthefandombox]

I have... many ideas and no way to write them and no friends to really share them with so I’m gonna throw them into a text post.

1- Jessie’s Girl AU

Benton And Jo become a thing (because sunshine plus sunshine) and Mike isn’t sure how to feel about it, or who he’s even wants more. The Brig definitely has some awareness of the thing and is the only one who sees the poly resolution a mile away.

(This is one part inspired by the song but also a fuck you to the end of Magician’s Oath because Yates doesn’t deserve to be alone)

2- Benton as a dad

I have no real foundation or ship preference with this (Although I did get his companion chronicle and he’s so cute over Margery), just Benton as the bestest dad. I like to imagine his first is a little girl and he’s so happy and so proud, what a good lad. And if he’s not with Yates/Yates is a part of a poly thing then he’s the weird uncle.

[daily-doctor-who-picture]

The Third Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Sergeant Benton and Captain Yates.

[grandadtwelve]

the brigadier getting bossy with benton and then immediately smiling when benton does what he’s told…… homosexuality

[maniacsmaniacalart]

LOOK MA! I ACTUALY DREW SOMETHING THAT I CAN POST FOR ONCE! And it’s a cute little Benton! Look at how cute. Don't even ask how long this took to draw.

In other news, I may have sold my soul to Nintendo to get Flipnote Studio?

[doctorvendetta]

It was probably round about then that Benton decided to quit UNIT and become a used car salesman, because nothing in his military career is gonna top this...

LOOK HOW PLEASED BENTON IS OVER HIS MAP FULL OF LOCATIONS OF DINOSAURS. HE’S LIKE HE’S A LITTLE BOY AGAIN LIVING HIS CHILDHOOD DREAM OF FIGHTING DINOSAURS.

[doccywhomst]

how do i understand the time skips and the timeline of events happen in dcotor who i can't it's too much 😩

yes i am including the spin-offs, that one doctor who movie about sargent benton, the faction paradox, etc.

so many

/hj

[words-with-wren]

@chrumblr-whumblr Day Twelve - Alternate prompt: Betrayal

Fandom: Classic Doctor Who (Third Doctor era)

Rewatched Invasion of the Dinosaurs for the first time in like 6 years and wanted to explore Mike Yates' mindset. I remain as determined to love him as I did at 16, and anyone who writes him off because of his betrayal is a coward ^-^

Words: 1,327

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Mike Yates lay on his narrow cot, eyes stubbornly closed. It did nothing to help, and he knew he wasn’t going to sleep any time soon, but maybe anyone looking in would think he was asleep. 

Besides, he was tired. More than tired, bone achingly exhausted. He felt like he hadn’t gotten a full night’s sleep since Llanfairfach.

Noises came from outside, and it felt strange to be lying in his barracks while UNIT headquarters was bustling like this. But he had been confined here since returning from central London while the Brigadier finished cleaning up the mess. 

He felt like he should maybe feel a little more about his role in that mess. He still wasn’t sure if he entirely regretted it. He wasn’t sure if he really cared. 

His headache was back. It had come and gone, ever since his mind had been taken over during the mess with Global Chemicals. Not as bad as the first few weeks of his medical leave--back then the migraines had left him bedridden for almost days at a time. Now it was just a steady drumming in his mind, a reminder of everything that had happened. 

Everything he had done. 

He sighed, shutting his eyes even tighter, wishing he could just sleep. Soon enough the Brigadier would have time to deal with him, and he would likely find himself court martialled and disgracefully dismissed from duty. 

An entire career of the military, gone. 

Once again, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had done what he had done. 

The door was pushed open and despite his exhaustion, years of training had Yates standing in a moment. He relaxed his stance as he saw it was Sargent Benton, carrying a tray with tea supplies on it. 

“I brought you tea,” Benton said. 

“Thank you,” Mike answered. There was a tension in the room, an awkwardness he had never felt around Benton. He got along well enough with the other man but now that ease had been shattered. 

It was his own fault. He took the mug from Benton and sat down on his bed. He wasn’t sure if he still technically outranked the other man, but either way he didn’t feel like standing on ceremony. 

Benton hesitated, lingering a long moment. Long enough to make Mike realise--a little belatedly--that he hadn’t come to just deliver tea. Which made sense, Benton was probably the Brigadier’s most trusted man right now. He was likely needed--being tea-carrier was a waste of his abilities right now. 

“I suppose the Brigadier will have me court martialled,” he said, taking pity on Benton and breaking the silence. Benton shook his head. 

“He’s managed to arrange medical leave for you,” he said. Mike looked up in surprise. 

“What?” 

“Medical leave and a chance to hand in your resignation.” 

Mike blinked, thrown by the comment. He’d assumed a far more serious consequence. He’d betrayed his superior officer--held a gun to him. The Brigadier could do a lot to make his life very difficult and would be right to. 

But he hadn’t. He’d given Mike an out. 

He took a sip of his tea. 

“Why would he do that?” he asked. 

“Because you’re his friend,” Benton said, in that simply straightforward way he had. 

Mike stared at his tea, the first glimmer of something that might be guilt stirring in his gut. He couldn’t quite place the emotion--hadn’t really felt many emotions recently. 

Friend. He’d worked alongside the Brigadier for years now yes. He would have definitely considered the Doctor a friend, as well as many of the men at UNIT. Bonds were forged when you faced what they did regularly. 

He had held a gun to his friends. 

Voluntarily this time. 

It seemed ironic really, how much being forced to do just that had shaken him, broken him. Only for him to choose to do exactly what had appalled him so much. 

If he had more energy, he might be horrified. 

And yet, despite his betrayal, the Brigadier had found a way to ease his punishment, to give him some semblance of undeserved honour. 

Friend. 

“Sir.” Benton was still standing near the door, tray tucked under one hand. Still seeing Mike as his superior officer. He hesitated, seeming to be trying to find the words. “Why?” was what he finally settled on. 

Mike took another long drink of tea. 

He’d see the horror of what man could create. Had felt the effects of it in his mind, taking over him, forcing him to do things he did not want to do.

He’d seen landscapes polluted and destroyed, all for mankind’s benefit and greed. Global Chemical today, something new tomorrow. Pumping waste into the world to create abominations. 

The idea of starting over had sounded wonderful. It still did really. 

He still wasn’t sure he had done the wrong thing. 

“Don’t you think starting over would make things better?” he asked finally, looking up at Benton. Benton shook his head immediately. He was standing at parade rest, tray still tucked under one arm, not really looking at Mike. He did that when he was unsure of how he should be acting, Mike knew. Falling back on his training to hide his uncertainty.

“No,” Benton said. “At least. Not at the cost of millions of lives.” 

“They wouldn’t have died,” Mike said. “Just….have never existed.” That had been the plan. Reverse time, bring the past to the present. Erase everyone who had lived but for people who could do life right. 

Start over. Do things better. 

It didn’t matter now. 

He took another sip of the tea. 

“I think it’s kind of the same thing,” Benton said, a little apologetically. 

“Maybe,” Mike said. He didn’t have the energy to argue. Maybe if the situation was different, he’d have tried to make Benton understand. He hadn’t wanted to leave his friends behind when the world was erased. 

Maybe if the situation was different, he'd have agreed with Benton.

“What did you mean,” Benton asked again, still speaking a little hesitantly. “When you said you didn’t matter?” 

Mike blinked, staring into the tea in his mug. 

The moment was clear in his mind. A gun in his hand. The Doctor, Miss Smith and the Brigadier standing in front of him. Eerily similar to the scene in the Nuthutch months ago, except this time he had been in full control of his actions. 

He hadn’t cared. If he had been erased, if the plan had gone through without him. He had known in that moment, that the world would be beautiful again, and if he wasn’t around to enjoy it maybe that was for the better. 

He didn’t know how to explain that to Benton though. 

Didn’t know if he entirely believe what he told himself. 

He finished his tea. 

“Mike.” 

He looked up in surprise; he’d worked along side Benton for years, but he couldn’t remember another time the sargent had used his first name. 

“We are still your friends, right,” Benton said, and he sounded so genuine Mike felt another emotion he couldn’t name rare its head. 

He handed back the mug. 

“Thank you for visiting,” he said softly, unsure how to speak to Benton. Unsure what he was expected to say. 

Benton nodded and reluctantly turned to leave. 

“Benton,” Mike called after him. Benton paused, looking back with an achingly hopeful expression on his face. Mike didn’t know what he was hoping for, but he was likely to be disappointed. “Don’t… don’t tell Jo?” 

He had done what he had done and he had done it to create a better world. To feel like he could actually make a difference against the depravity of humanity. But the thought of Jo finding out, of Jo knowing he had willingly turned against his friends, against the Doctor. 

The shame of that seemed unbearable. 

Benton nodded, and quietly left the room. 

Mike lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

Something finally broke through that all encompassing numbness just enough for a few tears to spill from his eyes.