Aaaaaahahaahaaha...

I'm going to get lynched, aren't I? Man... readers of AAS probably hate my guts by now. Sorry guys...

I have an excuse, really. First, the site I used to watch Merlin was closed, then the internet connection in my house started to suck, then we spent a week or so getting our router fixed, and then there were exams, and travelling, and surgery, school, and the general assortment of things in life that keep a person retardedly well-occupied. Short reason: I had writers block, got crazy busy, and then forgot all about fic.

Oh man, that's a bad excuse. I should probablylie to come up with a better reason, but it's 1:40 am and I'm too tired to bother.

I've been crazy excited about the new Merlin season coming up, and thought "Man, I should try writting fic this season... oh wait... oops..." So yeeeeaaaaahhhhh. Anyway, good news bad news, I'm now re-interested in my fic career (though still horribly busy), but I'm probably not going to write much while the season is on, because I'd like to see what canon does before I go back to fandom. Don't hate me! .;

So, just to prove that I still exist, here's a fic in a different fandom. A bunch of Merlin fans are in the DW fanbase anyway, so hopefully this tiny little drabble will appease you guys a bit...

(probably not. Hooo boy.)

Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, I would not be killing myself for pathetic grades at my school, nor would I be waking up at 5:00 am to make it to my classes on time. Just throwing that out there.


Life with the Doctor was always interesting. That much was certain.

Rory had been through fire, ice , rain, vampires, lizards, death, the future, the past, and even weddings with this man.

Sure, he didn't have quite the same affinity that Amy had had at first, but that had been cleared up. Fantastically. With a ring. And things were much better now.

Yes, Rory liked to say that he trusted him with his life. And his Wife's. And, more than once, the life of some civilization or another.

Yes, he trusted the Doctor very, very, very much.

Which was why he was so horribly surprised when he found himself suddenly falling. Into water. Very clear water, with a salty taste and a slight turquoise tinge.

The water itself was not all that unpleasant: it was rather warm, actually. No, what bothered Rory most was the shock of it all. A moment before, he had been rifling through the "closet" (more of a clothing museum), looking for something nice and normal, and hopefully acid-proof, and now he was doing a doggy-paddle.

Stranger still, he could swear that the bottom of the pool was piled with – of all things – books!

"Rory, is everything alrig-"

The poor earthling, at his wit's end, looked up to see none other than the Alien himself, with what could be described as none other than pure elation at his discovery. Before he could utter a single sentence, the Doctor was running in the other direction, crying out something along the lines of having "found the pool".

Yes, life with the Doctor was interesting. Terribly, embarrassingly, exhaustingly interesting.