Short Fic: Interlude

[kesshin_shinobu]

Title: Interlude
Author: Kesshin
Characters: Nine, Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor has ideas. Doesn't he always? 
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Author's Notes: This one's for northern_magic, my most valued, respected, and Canadian reader. Sorry I haven't been doing much lately; my musical's about to start and MY LAPTOP GOT A VIRUS, I COULD CHOKE SOMEONE!
Anyway.
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[northern_magic]

*hauls muses to the fore* See, this is a day in the life of the Doctor and Rose. Kindly desist from haunting the Doctor with memories of the Time War in the middle of our fic a la Flatterland.

(I hope you won't be the death of me nor my marks, Kesshin. 40 independent physics questions to go! But! Fic! Is this the "Interference" you were working on, or is that still in progress?)

More often, though, she’d wake up with an overly non-chalant Timelord leaning against the doorframe to her room and staring intensely at some speck of dust inches above her head.
Hmm. I like this bit. >.> Ideas, of course, are the stuff of IB and therefore haunt my shadow, but still.

So the frozen Caspian seaweed became sentient (again) and started a snowball fight? I like the sound of that. Even though I usually like my seaweed roasted. *coughs*

Rose Tyler, keep this in mind: Time Lord, sentient time ship and more than four dimensions. [Probably.] xD

‘Snow in July. Really.’
You know, I live on the same latitude as Cardiff and we get snow in July, sometimes, if we're lucky. Usually, it's just cold. Or hot. Sometimes, it's just not fair.

You have a laptop. I have a shared computer that still needs reformatting and might have a virus and maybe just has too much stuff in it.
Here's best of luck on your opening night xD

[kesshin_shinobu]

Hee. *addresses Rose's muses* That's okay, guys. You do lovely work. And a little angst now and then is good for the soul.
I have no desire to be the death of your marks. Although I must say, writing 'tempting,' homework-procrastination-causing fanfics has always been a dream of mine. *sighs contentedly*
This is what is left of the intro to 'Interference.' Since starting on that fic, I've come to realize that some stories are meant to be fleshed out and some... just aren't. When I took away all the 'plotizing' in Interference that was giving me a headache, I was surpised to discover that I was left with a sunny little drabble. Who knows; the plot-y parts of Interference may show up again someday... Hmm...
Seaweed is quite devious.
I wish there was a chance of a cool breeze, even, in July in my hometown. I always roast. -_-
My laptop's doing better- the keys are giving me trouble, though.
Thanks for the well-wishes. :) *hugs*