A/N : No kittens were harmed in the making of this chapter.

Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor Who, but I can play with them. Muhahahahahaha!

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"Aiiiiiarghhhhh!!! There's a . . . a . . . a . . ."

snicker

A what, Doctor?

"A CUTE FLUFFY KITTEN!! HELP!!"

Fan girls and author start uncontrollably laughing

"GET IT OFF ME!!"

The fan girls, and me, were watching the Doctor around the corner of the doorway, giggling and making jokes while we waiting for him to wake up. Eventually . . .

"IT'S NOT FUNNY, GET IT OFF!!!"

The kitten was flung across the room, as the Doctor jumped up. It hissed at him for a moment or two, then curled up and went to sleep.

"Who brought a kitten into the TARDIS?"

Me.

"Why?"

For that sole purpose. –giggle-

"Guess I can't kick you out, the story would die."

That's the idea. Hey, aren't you still meant to be drunk? You've only been asleep an hour.

"True."

"And all the boys singing do-wa-be-do-do-di-do-di-dum-diddy-do . . ."

While the newly drunk Doctor walked, or at least tried to, towards the also drunk fan girls, Jack woke up and looked at the sleeping kitten.

"Aw, how cute!"

The accent proved his split personality has currently in "Harkness" mode.

I managed to catch the Doctor as he stumbled and nearly fell on his way across the Control Room.

"Hey, you're cute . . ."

Great, he's about as drunk as either Jack on a bender.

"I am not drunk. I am just . . . giddy."

Doctor, the amount of alcohol that's in your blood, it might as well be a bottle of vodka.

"I'm . . . sober. And you're cute."

I give up. Come on, let's get you to bed.

puff of transporting smoke

There you go. Now stay here until you've got a hell of a hangover.

"Aw, don't go, stay."

Why? I have many vodka containing, super hyperactive sundaes to make for the fan girls.

"Like I said, I think you're cute."

I'm a faceless author!! All I do is write most of the story, how can I be cute?? Anyway, I'm not. You're just drunk to high heaven.

"Most?"

Well, the stuff in asterisks and dashes is usually free will.

"What like drunkenly attempts to snog the author?"

Yes.

"Okay." drunkenly attempts to snog the author

Crap, you're drunk. I've never been snogged in a story, and I probably wont be again. For a reason.

"I-" –passes out-

Right, now, I think it's my turn to pass out, seeing as I've just sort of attempted to have been snogged by the Doctor. God, he's going to regret that.

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Meh, I felt like the ending. He's meant to be incredibly drunk. He'll probably snog more people next chapter. In fact I guarantee it.

Anywho, reviews are luffed! You get a copy of the tape of the Doctor dancing like and idiot if you do.