Application response for realmofthemuse
1.52.1 You just woke up and found yourself in bed with the very LAST person(s) you ever expected to. How did this happen, is this real, and now what will you do?
I yawn and stretch, rub the sleep from my eyes and roll over. Roll over and look the Professor in the eyes. Mmmm, that’s nice. The Pro-WAIT! The Professor’s in my bed? The Professor’s in my bed. What in bleeding cruck’s name is he in here for?!
…Ohh my God…This is not not not not happening. We are not naked. Oh my God! OH MY GOD!
Calm down McShane. You’re starting to sound like Hex now. This is the Professor. He’s not like other men, he wouldn’t. You wouldn’t. He’s like a father to you! You don’t…he doesn’t…Oh CRUCK!
What happened last night? We saved somewhere yes? Nothing new there. Celebration in our honour…which we actually did attend for once…Hex got drunk, I just had two or three…not enough to…to…this…whateverthisis. And the Professor…well I haven’t ever seen him touch a drop of alcohol.
Cruck! He’s stirring. What do I do? I want to know what happened…but…then…if…perhaps oblivion is better? Could I get pregnant? Did we even do anything? Cruck!
Perhaps…I’ll sneak out…get a pregnancy test next time we’re on Earth…and if it’s clear I’ll forget this whole thing…yes…great thinking McShane. Nothing happened, we just want to be sure. Rule out any possibilities. Better safe than sorry.
Right…now just to sneak out before he wakes up…
Muse: Ace McShane
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 215
I yawn and stretch, rub the sleep from my eyes and roll over. Roll over and look the Professor in the eyes. Mmmm, that’s nice. The Pro-WAIT! The Professor’s in my bed? The Professor’s in my bed. What in bleeding cruck’s name is he in here for?!
…Ohh my God…This is not not not not happening. We are not naked. Oh my God! OH MY GOD!
Calm down McShane. You’re starting to sound like Hex now. This is the Professor. He’s not like other men, he wouldn’t. You wouldn’t. He’s like a father to you! You don’t…he doesn’t…Oh CRUCK!
What happened last night? We saved somewhere yes? Nothing new there. Celebration in our honour…which we actually did attend for once…Hex got drunk, I just had two or three…not enough to…to…this…whateverthisis. And the Professor…well I haven’t ever seen him touch a drop of alcohol.
Cruck! He’s stirring. What do I do? I want to know what happened…but…then…if…perhaps oblivion is better? Could I get pregnant? Did we even do anything? Cruck!
Perhaps…I’ll sneak out…get a pregnancy test next time we’re on Earth…and if it’s clear I’ll forget this whole thing…yes…great thinking McShane. Nothing happened, we just want to be sure. Rule out any possibilities. Better safe than sorry.
Right…now just to sneak out before he wakes up…
Muse: Ace McShane
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 215