[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]

"No, I'm not," said the child, either unaware of or not caring about any imminent unpleasantness the Master might care to unleash. "Doctor's a stupid name. I don't want it."

"Fine. Fine. What do we call you?" Des was looking a bit out of his depth, and the Master simply smirked.

"My name's..." and then the boy who insisted on not being the Doctor said something. It was thirty-eight syllables long.

"Riiiight. Anything shorter?" Des looked from the mini-Doctor to the Master.

"Nope! That's my name!"

"Okay. So in the meantime, how about we call you..."

"Theta," the Master filled in. "Just Theta will do, won't it?" A bit of mental exertion, and...

"You're not s'posed to mess with my brain! I'm telling!"

The Master rubbed at his temples and growled something else obscene.

"You're not s'posed to say that either." The tiny Doctor -- Theta -- was looking insufferably smug, for a five-year-old.

"It doesn't matter what I'm supposed to say," the Master pointed out. "There's no one to tell."

Theta set his chin stubbornly. "I can tell Martha."

Des chuckled. "I'd watch out for that. He means it."

"Ah, the horrors Dr. Jones can visit upon me. I'm quaking with terror. I'll be running and hiding any moment now, just you wait."

"...Okay! I've decided Theta's all right. If you have to call me something that's not..." and again, the thirty-eight syllable construction.

Des winced. "Back to the point that I think we lost track of about five pissing matches ago... I don't see why you have to be involved," he said, picking up the glare where he'd last left off.

The Master raised an eyebrow, his smirk replaced by a look of too-earnest curiosity. "And I suppose you know how to raise a Time Lord?"