My obsession is at maximum levels. I hope you like this.
I have a lot of little ideas that wont fit into stories, so I'm going to post them here. Some are longer than others, but hopefully you'll find them entertaining. And not mary-sue-ish :s
Aobh belongs to me (Pronounced Eve)
Doctor Who belongs to the BBC
1. Bunk Beds And Tea
"But why? I don't understand why they don't like bunk beds! Bunk beds are cool! Do you not remember the time we slept in bunk beds on that moon resort? We had a hoot! And absolute blast!" The Doctor was getting rather worked up. The smile I was trying to suppress broke through, and I ended up grinning.
"That was a bit different Doctor,"
"In what way?" His arms flailed, one of them smacking off the work surface beside him. He grimaced and clutched it to his chest.
"We're siblings. They're a married couple. An adult married couple. They'll be wanting a double bed. They are adults. " I added for good measure, but his face was still confused.
"Adults can still have fun,"
His brow was furrowed, and the look of confusion on his face made it difficult not to laugh out loud. For someone so old, he could be so innocent at times. Child like even. Maybe he'd been living on his own for too long. Maybe this regeneration was particularly slow when it comes the ways of adult humans. He seemed more in tune with the minds of children. I gave an exasperated sigh. His expression didn't change.
"Surely I am not going to have to explain this to my 909 year old brother?" I said in a strangled voice. His only reply was to open his mouth slightly, looking gormless.
"Well..." I began, blushing ever so slightly. "When a man and a lady love each other veeery much-"
"OH! OH NO STOP I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANY MORE!" The look of comprehension dawn so suddenly on his face it was comic like. He floundered about, running his hand through his hair, other arm flailing once again.
I couldn't breathe. I was laughing far too hard.
"Ooh...er...blimey...er," He started chuckling too at the sight of me clutching the work surface for support. Within a few seconds we were both roaring with laughter.
A shrill whistle screeched through the laughter, and sides aching, tears running down my cheeks, I managed to pull myself together and scooped the shiny brass kettle from the stove. I handed the Doctor his mug of steaming tea, which he clinked in a toast against my own, leaning against the counter.
"To bunk beds!"
"To bunk beds,"
This is really stupid I know. But I always have these stupid wee ideas, so expect more, and comment if you like them :)