[OOC] Writing Meme

[themanclion]

Stolen from most of Gene's flist, at this point:

Comment here, with any of your characters and any of my characters (mouseover for journal names), and I will write you a fic. Specifically, I will write you a fic wherein they have OFFSPRING - accidental, surrogate'd, adopted, completely clueless, whatever.

FOAR GRATE LULZ. Or just, y'know, crack.

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[storyinmypocket]

"Well, not really, but..." Facts weren't the point. Getting the evil guy away from his suddenly prepubescent boyfriend -- ew -- was the point. "You're evil! I'm not letting you raise my boyfriend to be some... Evil Time Lord thing!"

Theta looked at Des, his brow furrowed. "Boyfriend? Ugh. Don't want one. ...Can I take the other chair apart, too?"

The Master shrugged, using every bit of movement possible to convey his absolute unconcern. "I prefer the term 'creatively moral'."

"Yeah, and I prefer the term, 'annoying guy who I just kicked out of my house'. But look at that. You're still here. Can we fix that?"

"If you insist." The Master shrugged. "There's nothing left for me here, at any rate..."

"But I like Koschei," Theta muttered, gearing up for what was bound to be a sulk of epic proportions.

Des attempted to look stern. "Doc-- Theta. What have I told you about liking evil people?"

"Nothing, really." Des reflected that the Doctor and the Master really shouldn't be allowed to talk in unison. Especially not when the Doctor was five.

"Not the point! He's evil, and he's leaving!"

Theta ran a hand through a shock of hair -- which had no business being so adorable, still, and set his chin. "Really, do I have to scream? I can do it. Loud. And for a very very very very long time. And if you make Koschei go away, I will."

Des growled. "Yeah, kid, keep making threats."

"I could tell Martha you touched me inappropriately." No child should look that solemn when making threats like that, Des decided. But then, no child that age should have a vocabulary that large in the first place. The Doctor just had to be special all over, didn't he?

The Master looked from Des to Theta and back again. "You know, on the other hand, I think I'd be delighted to stay."

"Brilliant!" Theta bounced a bit. "I can show you my room!" He frowned again. "...Des? Can I have a room so I can show it to Koschei?"