A/N: I wasn't allowed to watch Stargate tonight 'cos the rest of my family was watching some other stupid show, so I wrote this. Grr. Oh, and WE'VE REACHED OVER 100 REVIEWS! OMG! Couldn't have done it without you awesome reviewers - so many hearty thanks!
Still: Grr. Stargate Atlantis is awesome, an' I wasna able to watch it.
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The Doctor was happy – more so than usual, and that was quite an achievement. He skipped into the TARDIS lounge room (the one with the nice brown leather couches, not the one with the paisley yellow seats) and immediately grabbed up the remote in one hand, and the intergalactic TV guide in the other. He flipped open to today's date, and checked the time.
"Only two hours to go," he said to himself in excitement as he turned the TV on. "Oh, I can't wait." He hopped from foot to foot, and watched a couple of ads for washing detergent, before settling on pacing around the room. He'd been waiting for this for weeks, the premiere of the new series of Stargate. Oh, sure, he could have just popped forward in time and had a quick peek at the end, but where was the excitement in that? No, it was far more fun to count down the weeks, then the days, then the hours, the excitement building with each passing minute. It was like peeking at the end of a book before you start reading it – it was just cheating.
The Doctor made himself a cup of tea. He soon finished that one serve however, and quickly made up a whole pot. However, when there was only ten minutes to go until the show started, he found that he had managed to go through three pots of the stuff in an hour and half, and that was leaving him rather in need of paying a visit to the little boy's room. He hopped from foot to foot, then decided that he couldn't hold it in any longer, and would have to go or he might just explode. That would have definitely ruined his night.
He made it back to the lounge with only a minute to spare, only to find…
"Brittany, what in the name of Rassilon are you doing?" he asked, eyeing her position on the couch, along with the fact that she had the TV remote in her hand – HIS TV REMOTE!
"Watching TV," she replied simply. "See, my flatmate, well, former flatmate Sally is gonna be on TV to promote the first anniversary of her magazine Superluminal – oh, she's the Editor-in-Chief of a magazine, if I forgot to mention it, anyway-"
"Brittany!" the Doctor interrupted. "What about Stargate?"
Brittany gave him the worst innocent face ever. Of all time. "Stargate? What Stargate?"
"I've only been talking about it for the past half a year!" the Doctor spluttered, already realising that he had lost before he had even begun. "It's Stargate!"
Brittany shrugged. "It can wait, can't it? This is important." She turned back towards the TV, flicking over to one of the Planet Sydoriv News Channels.
Behind her, the Doctor visibly deflated as he stalked out of the room, muttered under his breath about popping forward in time and just bloody well buying the boxset.