I remember at some point in my earlier lives I really didn't like Christmas. Flat out despised the whole human tradition. First of all, I've always had an issue with giving a gift just to get a gift, which is what the whole concept of Christmas appears to be when you look at it from eight hundred billion light years away on a SightScope.

Of course, now I'm at Rose's on Christmas. Which is surprisingly quite nice. Sure, the turkey Jackie made is underdone---all right, it's practically raw at the center, but it looks nice. Even the ship breaking up in the atmosphere looks pretty. The comets and the falling ash are almost magical. Almost.

The regeneration went badly. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,370
I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown. -Woody Allen


Briiiiiing. Briiiiiiiiiing.


"Hello, Martha, is that you?"

"Who else would it be? It's my mobile phone, Doctor."

"Oh, right."

"I said I would call you. Bit of space and all that?"

"Yeah, look, I know that. I need your help."

"Now's not exactly a good time."

Read more... )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 612
a. Who’s the biggest idiot you know?
Mickey, obviously. We call him that nickname for a reason. Of course, when I say "we", I do in fact mean "I".

b. Have you always been a jerk?
No need to get hostile, he can be a rather endearing idiot at times. Even I can admit that! And he saved the Earth! Couple of times in there. Doesn't make him any less an idiot, just a resourceful one.

c. Who picks out your clothes?
I do! Are you going to start insulting my clothes now? Here, I thought we were having a reasonable interview and you go off and start insulting me!

d. What makes you so special?
What? What?! Didn't you notice? I'm the Doctor!

e. You call THAT sexy?
No, I call it a name. You're trying to insult me, and I'll have you know that I've danced with some of the most famous women out there who think I'm quite attractive.

f. That was dancing, not a fit, right?
In response to this question I'm going to put on an irritated expression and stare at you until you ask something less insulting.

g. Who died and put you in charge?
Nobody. Just…nobody stepped up when the 'in charge' position was called. Nobody's got a chance if somebody or some group isn't leading. Not that chaos is entirely bad, its just less helpful during stressful situations.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 236
You know how YOU write your muse. Now, pick out two other writers who you admire. How do you think they would each write a very short drabble of the same situation for your muse? If anyone would like, they can actually do this, and discuss the results. Nothing complicated. It can be as simple as a muse having a cup of coffee, ordering lunch, asking someone to dance. The exercise is in seeing the difference between how you see/write them and someone else would.

Several weeks ago, I asked other muns to write a prompt as my character, to compare how everyone would take the same situation and write it for him. The results were very interesting! I wrote this up before I put up the prompt, and I absolutely love the differences between everyone!

The prompt: Write the Doctor having tea first thing in the morning.


He gets up much earlier than any of his companions do. When he has companions, that is. Pads out of his room unshaven, his hair nearly a crown atop his head, and in his jim jams with his bare feet pressed against the grating on the TARDIS floor.

They never really see him like this. They sleep through most of the evenings. It's better that way, creates the illusion that he never changes. Which, in a way, he doesn't.

He does typical morning things. Makes some toast. Boils some water for tea. Prints out the latest edition of the paper local to wherever they're flying.

His kitchen cabinets are full of a variety of teas from all over Earth. Red teas and green teas and black teas and even some strange purple tea that Romana bought that he still can't bring himself to drink. He selects an Earl Grey from 1893 and picks up two blue china cups and saucers.

When he's in the middle of research or taking a quick tea break from some adventure, he has several sturdy, on-hand mugs that he uses. When it comes to breakfast? He picks china. The flavor of the tea is different in that sort of dishware. When he pours the water, there's a tinny reverberation of water against the sides of the cup. The sound of the cup moving to and from the saucer has a clear schhhhleeurrrrrrp sound that can't possibly be described but he finds rather satisfying.

In this incarnation he likes his tea strong but can't possibly wait to let it steep. He sets both cups in front of himself and works on the one while the other steeps, so that the very last sip of the last cup is perfect. He reads the paper and munches on his toast and drinks and manages to not really feel too terribly domestic.

It's almost refreshing, having a morning routine. Completely different from the rest of his life.

Word Count: 323

Other interpretations:

[livejournal.com profile] eternityticking: here
[livejournal.com profile] eleventh_doctor: here
[livejournal.com profile] ninewho: here
[livejournal.com profile] fluffnfreckles: here
[livejournal.com profile] not_from_mars: here

Thank you so much to everyone who participated! I had a great deal of fun doing this!
After drinking a few too many eggnogs at your annual holiday party, you wake up the next morning realizing you did some things you now regret. Write an e-mail, a letter or a card to the people you need to apologize to.

Dear [Insert name of Jack's current boyfriend/girlfriend here],

I'm really very sorry for what happened at the Christmas Party at the Torchwood Hub this year. As in years past, I found myself overindulging in the rum and things went a wee bit too far, as I'm quite sure [Possible Witness One] and [Possible Witness Two] have already told you.

Now, Jack and I have been friends for a very long time now, and as with most friendships that evolve over that time, imbibing too much alcohol can skew one's perception of friendship. That being said, I can only apologize again and say that I didn't know he had a significant other at the time and if I did I'm pretty sure what happened probably still would have but I would've felt a good deal more bad about it at the time. Also, Jack started it.

I hope you have a happy New Year and before you get any bright ideas on "coming and getting" me, please remember what [Possible Witness One] might say about that. That, and Torchwood wants me alive. I save the world too much.

Apologies again,

The Doctor

PS: And, also, very sorry about the stain on your [Insert garment here]. We needed something to clean up with.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom:Doctor Who
Word Count: 210
rude_not_ginger: (ooc - dust off your converse)
( Dec. 19th, 2007 02:35 pm)
Here's a recent prompt I'm fairly fascinated with. I know how I write the Tenth Doctor. I'm interested in seeing how everyone else might create the same situation.

You know how YOU write your muse. Now, pick out two other writers who you admire. How do you think they would each write a very short drabble of the same situation for your muse? If anyone would like, they can actually do this, and discuss the results. Nothing complicated. It can be as simple as a muse having a cup of coffee, ordering lunch, asking someone to dance. The exercise is in seeing the difference between how you see/write them and someone else would.

So! Let's make this prompt an interesting one. I know I can't copy other people's styles, and I wouldn't want to, but I'd like to know what other people might do in the same situation.

Anyone who would like to, please write a scene with the Tenth Doctor having tea first thing in the morning and post it here. If you'd like to post it in your journal, please link me to it here. I'll write my own little drabble up and link it along with any other responses people might write.

Please don't feel like it's a competition! I'm very interested in seeing how other people see the character I play. I know I definitely don't play him like others do, and I'd love to see how you would take it! If you have an AU Ten and you'd like to write his AU doing this drabble, that would rock my world as well.

I'll post my drabble/links to your drabbles on Christmas Day, so no rush for anyone who wants to try it.
Write a prompt fic of your muse interacting with another muse in their life, years from now, where your muse is telling someone something that they don’t want to hear.

She's been waiting for hours. He knows this. Her legs are probably cramped beyond belief, and he doesn't imagine crouching as she has been is doing good things to her insides, considering the corset.

She's not a woman to wait. He knows this. Even if he'd never met the woman before, he's read history books about her. He knows how stubborn she is. He knows how she made a King wait for her. She ruled a country behind the scenes, eliminated her competition with the precision of a Mambese NanoShooter, and never, ever showed weakness. And waiting is a weakness.

Still, she waits. Her eyes are glazed over, but she's not going to cry. This is never written about in the history books, but he knows her. He knows she doesn't cry. She'll wait for the man she loves, but she won't cry for him.

He wonders if she would wait forever for her love. The thought breaks his hearts. They always promise him forever. He wishes it could be forever. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,539
Use of Madame de Pompadour with permission of the mun! Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] ambitious_woman for the Reinette-voice-beta!
Hello! You got to be President of the United States for a bit, recently. Hope you liked that. Now, you are the Sultan/Sultana of the Realmala Empire. You now control all of the world’s oil, diamonds, gold and bananas. You must select five (5) people for your harem, and two people to guard the harem from jealous invaders. Please note that these two people (if male) will have to be turned into eunuchs. The five harem members will be bathed, dressed in flimsy garments and given a potion that makes you irresistible to them. You will also need to select a General for your army of warriors. Have fun.

"How come people keep making you Prime Minister or whatever?" Donna asked, crossing her arms and staring at the gold-robed Doctor in annoyance.

"Beats me," the Doctor replied, taking a drink of his wine as he signed another document, "But, really, Donna, it's not that bad, is it? Get to have all the bananas and wine I'd like, and the place is fairly nice, don't you think?"

The "place" being the Palace of Realmania, of course. Looking a bit like Jasmine's palace from the outside (Donna's words, and the Doctor had to admit she was right) and the middle of a diamond on the inside, the place took pretty and turned it into something even more revoltingly beautiful. Everything was carved out of diamonds and glittering gems, but didn't overwhelm the senses with their sparkle. The floors were smooth and make a pad-pad sound with the bare feet of the servants and the guards.

Donna was impressed when they first arrived. That was before the people in the palace saw the Doctor's trainers and proclaimed him their Sultan. That was before their chief "wizard" (a telebiogenesist from Grenadreia with some skill in time-space portal manipulation) pulled anyone from any time to fill his harem, guards, and the general of his army.

"And why the bloody hell do I have to be a guard?" the Doctor sighed as Donna re-adjusted her breastformed plate mail. "This chafes in places I don't even want to talk about!"

"Yes, but you continue to talk about them." The Doctor sighed.

Donna crossed her arms, "How come?"

The Doctor leaned over his chair to her, Because I never, EVER want to see you in one of those outfits  )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,646
Use of Donna Noble, Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Madame de Pompadour, Lord Byron, Gabriel "Sylar" Gray, and the Rani with permission from the muns.
Write a letter to your muse. Tell them all of the reasons that you are thankful that they are yours. Give them some advice/suggestions for things that you want them to do. Be firm, but show love. Remind them who is in charge.

In the style of [livejournal.com profile] ninewho, this is mostly me gushing to my muse cause I'm usually a major ass to him and he deserves a bit of a break.

Dear Doctor,

I've loved many Doctors before you. Since I was 9, in fact, when I was first introduced to that cricket-loving, decorative-vegetable wearing blond bloke, I've loved all of you. Well, I wasn't entirely fond of the rainbow-wearing you. But he grew on me a bit.

And then there were years without you. Years where I had only memories and VHS tapes to remember what it was like with you saving the universe. And then you came back. And you were angry and dark and positively wonderful.

Since I had been writing muses for a while when you came back, I knew I wanted some version of you. I tried the second you and the ninth you out as muses, and they didn't work out so well. It wasn't bad, but in those forms you never really talked to me. And then, on a whim, I picked up this version of you. Suddenly there were long rants to be rambled and shiny things to be looked at and places you wanted to go and things you wanted to do.

I think you're absolutely wonderful. You're not always dark, and you're not always funny, and you take me to new and interesting places with my writing that I don't think I would've gone to without you. Sure, you ramble. Sure, you're occasionally ridiculously over-the-top and sometimes you're even downright annoying. But you know what? That's why I love you. You're just the right mix of good traits and bad ones to make you feel more real to me. And, really, trying to remove the blatherly fanboying-ness from you is a bit like trying to remove the crazy from John Travolta. It's part of who you are and nobody really wants to lose that.

You fit with my personality quite well, and that's why I think we make a great team. Though, really, I wish you'd just lighten up and let me occasionally write a bit of smut with you not getting your knickers in a twist. Christ, I have enough icons of you being sexy to fill up my walls in a Mark Gatiss-style stalker fashion, so stop being difficult and let me use them.

Though, I do love you because your personality makes it difficult to just do something. Action scenes are never repetitive and sex scenes are always unpredictable. Sometimes it feels like I have to go to mount Doom and back just to get you to walk across a fucking room and say hi to a pretty girl, but that’s just part of you. Things are never just nice and easy, and I love that. Things are always rough, and things always need to be right. Not always good, or beautiful, but right.


PS: Also, I love you because, like me, that veggie-wearing bloke was your Doctor.

Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 424
Well, it was bound to happen. Due to fighting and bad handling, the government of the United States has been overthrown. Congress has been dissolved, and YOU have been made the all powerful ruler of the USA. You are the absolute, but much loved, dictator of the country and all of its resources. You must now select a cabinet. Secretary of Defense, Treasury, State, Interior, Education and one other department that you create. Who do you pick? What is your first act as ruler?



Americans. People of America. As you are no doubt aware, the United States of America is in a state of turmoil. The government has been overthrown due to poor handling. It's best, I think. Poor handling of one of the most powerful nations on the planet's never something we're looking for, is it? The President has been assassinated by PM Harold Saxon, and Harold Saxon has in turn been assassinated. Lots of assassinations, lots of blood, so we're not going to show it on the 8 o'clock news.

Due to…some decree of something and someplace or other, I have been chosen to rule your country. I think they said it was…

Popularity vote.

Popularity? Really? Well, that’s…nice. Anyway, so, as your new ruler/President/person, I have comprised a new cabinet to help run the country through this difficult time.

Cabinets and Decrees and that sort of thing… )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 766
Just for fun, create an NPC for your muse, someone who would interact with your muse in a way that no one else does. What would they be like, and what would their connection be to your muse? How do you think they would interact with the other muses in your character’s world?

So, the girl was a bit mad. It was all right, really. Not a bad girl. Pretty, probably. Rather doll-like features and waist-length ginger hair that seemed to be consistently curled and primped no matter the situation. Good mind on her, too, even if she was constantly walking around like she was in a permanent dream state.

Oh, that and she kept calling herself a princess. When they were in the middle of New York, 2007. And that poofy white dress was positively atrocious, and not at all practical, especially for the bustling city life of New York. At first, the Doctor believed she might've been transported from a different universe or something, but she seemed human, and she lacked the right Void stuff to prove she'd traveled via-the-Void.

Still, the way she got all sad and teary when she told him of her plight to get back to her castle warmed his cold hearts, and he promised to help her, even if it was only to the local hospital for a bit of R&R.

Only, now it appeared she had taken to conversing with a few of the pigeons in the park rather than walking towards the hospital. Yep, completely mad. The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for a few moments to humor her, then stepped over to intervene.


She turned and smiled up at him with ridiculously huge doe eyes and a smile that was far too childishly large to sit well on a woman of her age. "Yes, Doctor?"

How does she know that you love her? )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1, 034
Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ambitious_woman for linking me to tons of Enchanted clips!
It is an infantile superstition of the human spirit that virginity would be thought a virtue and not the barrier that separates ignorance from knowledge. Voltaire – French Writer


He hasn't been a virgin in the sexual sense in so long he genuinely can't remember what it's like. Not that he thinks he lost it early---in fact, he was a bit of a late bloomer---but due to his incredible lifespan it was, literally, so long ago it's difficult to remember. (When he does remember the actual act, he generally wishes he hadn't. There was so much awkwardness, confusion, and general embarrassment; he likes to pretend that first time never really happened at all.)

He's always known what sex is and basically what it feels like. Like, how a person always knows what chocolate tastes like or that bananas are banana-shaped. A person had to see a banana for the first time or taste chocolate once to actually know, but it happened so far in the past that they can't remember a time when they didn't know.

He wants to explain this to Martha one day (she has another one of those ridiculous lists of questions and he's sure she's taking notes), but he thinks that might be too simple a way of describing losing his virginity. After all, copulation is so ridiculously important in human life that he imagines it really should be more of a focus to him considering how much time he spends with humans. As it is, he simply can't figure out how to make it interest him. Sweaty, groaning, messiness, or a splitting supernova over the Silver Devastation, with the light shooting through the icicles on the trees. He knows which he'd take in an instant.

While he might not "indulge" in sexual acts, he does see the effects of them on those around him. The change they go through once they've crossed that boundary between ignorance and knowledge. He does, after all, tend to pick very young companions, may of whom aren't experienced in many things. Virginity is something many humans cherish, and sometimes they try to prevent its loss. Sometimes they'll wander off with some other person for a while, doing things he doesn't want to think about, and they'll come back changed. A little wiser, a little more knowledgeable.

When Nyssa re-arrived after her time with that boy, he considered asking her what it felt like. Not the act itself, because he genuinely never wished to know, but the changing afterwards. The shift from ignorance to knowledge. He can't unlearn what he knows, so he can never feel that change again. It's a strange thing to want, he figures. To be able to feel that shift again. But, he does.

He wants to know what it feels like to be ignorant.

That stands for more than just with sexuality, of course. He wants to forget what it feels like the first time he lost someone he loved, the first time he lied, the first time he killed someone, the first time his actions destroyed a planet.

After the first time, there are always subsequent times. As with all virginities, he supposes, people wait decades, focus on preventing that one time from being anything but exceptionally important. After that first time, it could happen an infinite number of times, each time becoming less and less important until all that's left is an uncaring, asexual being like the Doctor who could give a hoot about sex. He's been there, he's done that. He doesn't even remember where he began.

He wishes he didn't have a beginning when it comes to the violence and destruction in his past. He wishes he were still preventing that first time rather than sitting, staring numbly at everything he's caused.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 605
The Journal of Impossible Things

November 12, 1913

I have come to the rather odd conclusion that Martha is hiding something. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten) / John Smith
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 747
Take a look at the muse list for the community. Pick a muse that your muse does not have interaction with now (unless it’s casual meta) who would fit in each category, thinking about your muse and their basic personality, lifestyle, normal behavior and interests. Go with a first reaction. Remember, it cannot be anyone that your muse has played with in anything but the most meta of interactions.

1. A muse that your muse could conceivably date.
2. A muse that your muse could conceivably hate.
3. A muse that your muse could do business with.
4. A muse that your muse could hang out with in a bar.

Talk about the reasons why.

1. By "date", one would of course mean "take as a companion", because the Doctor doesn't really do dating. Granted, he'll make a trip out to New New York involve picnicking and possibly candlelight, but it'll never be "dating to him.

That said, his "companion" of choice would probably be [livejournal.com profile] ima_freakshow. Think about it! She's young, she's energetic, she's blonde, and dammit if he doesn't have to worry about her getting hurt if he isn't around. Normally the bad guy will put her on a rack and he'll have to get to her before they pull her apart, with Claire he just has to put the parts back together!

And while she's smart, she's not too smart, so he can still look exceptionally intelligent and make rude comments about how humans have such small brains.

2. Now, by "hate", one of course means "seriously dislike", because there are only a few things the Doctor hates. Bus stations (full of lost luggage and lost souls), burnt toast (yuck!), and unrequited love (tell that to Martha).

That said, he would "seriously dislike" [livejournal.com profile] not_the_guy. He might empathize with some ideals Lindsay has, but in the end, he still had choices and made them. And they were wrong, standing for things the Doctor doesn't believe in. And the Doctor's not one for giving second chances.

Oh, and the Doctor does hate guns, which Lindsay seems to like. They would clash over that as well.

3. "Do business with"? I assume this isn't a sexual reference, because the Doctor isn't that sort of a man (despite all the snogging he's done in recent episodes). If "do business with" it means work towards some goal? Well…

In that case he'd "do business" with the crew of X-Men. They're awesome, he thinks so at least, and they stand for what's right. Like the Doctor, it's not necessarily what's perfect or beautiful, but what's right. He could work with them.

4. No, I can't think of anything witty for "hang out in a bar".

[livejournal.com profile] ladieslovebill. I imagine they'd have a lot to talk about.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 464
Love is patient; love is kind. Love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing but rejoices in truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things. King James version of the Bible - 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

You wait. You've been waiting from the moment of your birthing. You wait for someone to step into your shiny white rooms and live within you. To tell you where to go. To show you the stars. This is the nature of the Time And Relative Dimensions In Space machine. You have never wanted anything else.

He will arrive. He will sneak into the birthing chambers and visit you many times. The first few will be quiet curiosity: Is it you? Are you to be my TARDIS? You will have never heard that anagram before, but it will be said so lovingly that you won't wish to be called anything but that ever again. He will stroke the sides of your console and will talk to you about what places he wants to take you both.

He will be far too young. His eyes will shine with a strange sort of longing, something you will never have seen in another Time Lord before. He will curl up beneath the stairs deep within your hull and will tell you about his past, about why he is so frightened that he will never be able to travel within you. You shall hear his words, if perhaps not understand them, and your walls will curl towards him, longing to embrace the man within, to show him that there is nothing more you desire than for him to be your captain, to travel the universe within you.

You will love him. Completely and utterly, with an almost maternal longing. You will wish to make him happy, you will want to show him the universe, help him right the wrongs that he says are there. Are always, always there. He will sleep in one of your rooms, and the room will be warmer for you, keeping him safe.

He will leave, as he always does, to go back to his studying, to go back to learning what he needs to know to become worthy in the eyes of his peers to have you. You are lonely and cold, but you will wait. You would wait an eternity for him, because you love him. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,035
Special thanks for the idea from [livejournal.com profile] shaman_x here.
"Hello. My name is the Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"Just 'the Doctor'."

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 11
"Stop being difficult."

"I'm not being difficult, Master. You're just not explaining yourself properly."

"How often do I ask anything of you?"

"At least three times a day."

"Yes, well, fine. But never with this urgency."

"That's actually not true---"

'Oh, would you shut it? I need you to go to a Sainsburys. Right now. I don't care what collar or cuffs or whatever you put on me, we have to go and buy these things.' Spoilers for 3.12 'The Sound of Drums' if you squint. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 528
Captain’s log, supplemental. We are traveling in the Chantal system, after our encounter with the Tamarians. Our goal is to establish peaceful relations with the people of this system, and attempt to futher understand their culture, so as to further understand the Tamarians when we encounter them again.

I stepped onto the bridge and was quickly informed by Mr. Data that while we had made it to the Chantal system without incident, we were being hailed by an unknown and rather unseen vessel.

"We’ve picked up a small signal," Lt. Worf informed me, "Possibly a life form."

"A life form but no ship?" Commander Riker glanced behind himself at the Lieutenant.

Lt. Worf appeared put out by the concept himself. "The computer reads life signs but no vessel."

"They could be in distress," Counselor Troi offered to me, "Without ship, only in a suit for protection. They could be reaching out."

"Or luring us into a trap," Lt. Worf retorted, "Their ship could be cloaked."

"Whatever is out there is hailing us, it can only mean they wish to communicate," I said, moving myself to the center of the bridge, "Get them on the screen, Mr. Worf."

Lt. Worf complied, and the screen that once held the shimmering planet of Chantal 3 was now filled with a glowing, central chamber of a ship. Roundels covered the walls, very like a Resorcuian vessel, but the creature in the vessel was most definitely humanoid in shape.

As a matter of fact, my distinct impression upon looking at the man was that he was human. He dressed in late 20th century attire, a brown business suit with a blue tie, and his hair was a bit overlong, standing up in various directions. He also appeared very young. Not as young as Wesley Crusher, but most certainly younger than Commander Riker or most of the crew members on my ship.

The man on the screen took a step forward and gave the viewing device he was looking into an irritated tap.

'Is this thing working yet?' he grumbled, 'Hello? Can you hear me?' )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,186
He crumples to the ground, aged back to look as though he were thirty again. This act of kindness on the Master's part could only mean he has something even more terrible planned.

Cut for spoilers to 3.12, 'The Sound of Drums'. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,511
You've been given this box of cupcakes. There are twelve different flavors inside. Banana, Black and White, Red Velvet, Chai Latte, Strawberry, Lemon, Dark Chocolate, Milk Chocolate, Orange, Vanilla, Mocha and Peanut Butter Chip. You have to either eat them all, or give at least nine of them away. Who do you give them to, why, and what do you keep for yourself?


There, lying spreadeagled on the floor of the TARDIS, one hand on his stomach, is the Doctor. Blue suit, red converses kicked off and tie loosened. Next to him is a large, nearly-empty box with one cupcake left inside. In his right hand is a nearly-empty glass of milk.

Sylar pokes his head into the console room. "Doc?"

"Please…refrain…uuuuugh…" the Doctor groans and attempts to shift around, but winds up simply lying there.

"Did the cupcake prompt, hmm?" Sylar smirks.


"And you decided to eat them all?"

The Doctor nods, painfully.

"You didn't even leave me one?" The pout is almost very cute. But, then again, it's Sylar, so it's not really cute, it's mostly evil and sinister.

The Doctor motions towards the box. Sylar peers inside and makes a face.

"Chai Latte?"

"Closest to 'brains' I could find."

"You know, cos you're like this I can take advantage."

"I don't perform well on an overly full stomach."

"I meant I could kill you and eat your brain rather than this cupcake."

"Less cholesterol in the cupcake. Are you planning on mocking me the whole time I'm like this?"

"Pretty much, yep."

The Doctor sighs. He couldn't help it. They were all shiny and delicious.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 207


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