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A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't update sooner! And this chapter's not even that good, either. I've been a bit distracted lately. I've just figured out my friend has been continually flamed and bashed, just because her fic had the same title as another one. I'm not giving out any names, but they even told her to go and die. Ah, what lovely young people!
Some people were allergic to nuts, some dogs, and some rodents. Maxi Fleur, however, was allergic to all of the above. She was also allergic to grass, pollen, dairy, a variety of perfume and lotion, and fur. Some people may think that being allergic to so many things would be a major setback, but Maxi didn't. Maxi relished in them, for they were great excuses not to go to this person's house, or to not eat this or that. Oh yes, Maxi loved being allergic.
On this particular day, she had forgotten her pills, and that Adriana Belay had gotten a new can of Lysol. Maxi was allergic to Lysol. She ran down the halls to the elevator, inhaling and exhaling deeply. (Her doctor had always said that it made her reaction subtler) And in her rush, she ran into a girl.
"I'm… so… sorry," The allergy-prone worker gasped. Maxi got to her feet and offered the girl her hand. However, the girl ignored her and used a heavy looking bag to push herself off the ground.
"No," She said in a thick Welsh accent, "It's alright."
"I just… forgot my allergy pills…"
"I completely understand. Don't worry about it. "
'DING!' The elevator arrived.
The Welsh girl sighed, bent down, and grabbed the bag's strap with both hands.
"After you," She smiled.
Maxi nodded and gave the bag an odd look as she walked by.
"URGH!" The girl gasped as she used all her strength to pick the bag up and heave it into the elevator.
"Do you need any help?" Maxi offered.
"Help would be nice."
She nodded and helped the girl bring it into the elevator.
"I never caught your name. I'm Maxi Fleur."
"Nice to meet you, Maxi. My name is Maxi Fleur."
Maxi- the real, allergic Maxi- frowned. What were the odds that they had the same exact name? Not very high, that's for sure.
"I'm sorry, but did you say your name was Maxi Fleur?"
"Yes, that's correct," The Not-Real Maxi responded, still trying to heave the bag in all the way. When it was finally in, she went over to push the floor button she wanted.
"Can you push number one for me?" Maxi asked.
"Nope. It's stuck." She walked back over to grip her bag.
"What? But I need to get home! I need my medicine! I can't be stuck! Do you know how many floors this thing has?" She began her breathing exercises again just thinking of how long she'd have to wait.
The girl looked up from her bag to stare at her blankly, "Well, that's unfortunate."
Maxi sighed (but quickly inhaled again) and banged her head on the elevator wall.
"Now, that's not gonna help anything. But if you help lift this bag, now that'd be productive."
"Why do you…want to…lift the…stupid bag…anyway? What's…in it?"
"Fluffy!"
Maxi's eyes widened and she felt her throat become inflamed.
"...Fluffy?"
"Yeah, Fluffy!"
"And what is Fluffy?"
"Fluffy is a Doberman," The Welsh said smartly, and then looked down at the bag again, "I wonder if he has enough air in there…"
Maxi was gasping and exhaling, her hand on her throat, and she could just feel the hives breaking out.
"Why…did…you…stuff…a…. Doberman…. into…a…duffle bag?"
"I always thought those one bags where you only had the dog's head sticking out were cruel."
"I'M ALLERGIC TO DOBERMANS!" Maxi said loudly, "Oh, I'm…. gonna…. have to… go to the…. hospital and…. everything! Oh, I am… definitely sending…. you…. my bill!"
"Right… can you help me lift this bag?"
The worker widened her eyes and rushed over to the buttons to see if she could fix them, or at least call someone.
"THEY'RE NOT BROKEN?" Maxi question once she had reached them. Had she really just spent five minutes in a lift with a mad woman with a Doberman for no reason?
"Oh." The girl said, not really caring.
"Forget it, I'm taking the stairs." Maxi pushed the emergency stop button and rushed out of the lift. Walking down tens of stairs would be better than staying in there.
Gwen stared after her for a while before she opened the bag and pulled out a Hershey's chocolate bar. She pushed the down button, chewing on a square of chocolate.
"You left the bag there?" Rose asked in a fit of giggles when she got back, "That was like, ten pounds of chocolate!"
"Like you need anymore chocolate!" The Doctor snorted, "We have cabinets filled with that stuff!"
She stuck her tongue out at him, rather childishly, and he returned the favor.
"Alright, just for that you're doing the next dare with me!" The Time Lord decided, "Alright, everyone besides Owen, Gwen, and Rose come here!" At their puzzled expressions he rolled his eyes, "This one takes three people."
He shuffled the straws around and held them until everyone pulled one out.
"Jack!" The Doctor said merrily, obviously very pleased with the results, "It'll be just like old times," He put his arms around both Jack's and Rose's shoulders, "Her, you, and me, better with three!"
Jack and Rose exchanged frightened glances.
Well, I tried to get some 10/Rose in there. Review?
