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were_lemur) wrote2012-03-21 03:47 pm
were_lemur) wrote2012-03-21 03:47 pm
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The Flowering of Desire
Doctor Who, teen and up, not mine. Jo finds the Doctor and the Master in a compromising position. CRACK!
Jo knew she should look away, but the sight of the Doctor and the Master in a tangle of sweaty limbs was too much to resist. She must have made some small noise; though they didn't stop what they were doing, they both looked over at her.
"TARDIS," the Doctor gasped. "Gas masks. Filter out the spores."
"Spores?" Now that she looked, she realized they were lying in a bed of flowers.
"Perfectly harmless to you apes," the Master said. "But to a Time Lord -- "
"Oh!" she said, realizing what they were going on about. "It's an alien sex pollen!"
Jo knew she should look away, but the sight of the Doctor and the Master in a tangle of sweaty limbs was too much to resist. She must have made some small noise; though they didn't stop what they were doing, they both looked over at her.
"TARDIS," the Doctor gasped. "Gas masks. Filter out the spores."
"Spores?" Now that she looked, she realized they were lying in a bed of flowers.
"Perfectly harmless to you apes," the Master said. "But to a Time Lord -- "
"Oh!" she said, realizing what they were going on about. "It's an alien sex pollen!"