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Guess what. Listening to the Tertiary Phase when suffering a little from the effects of alcohol [Shhhhhhhhhhhh no one tell my director! Last night was supposed to be 'get an early night and relax' night. I was led astray by the assistant director and male lead *nods earnestly*] causes Kat to believe she has inspiration and an ability to write slashfic.
Not terribly wonderful slashfic but hopefully it'll stave off snakey's craving for the pairing and maybe, just maybe, stop the incessant requests for more of it for at least......ohh....six or seven minutes. *grins*
Zaphod awoke with the mother and father of all headaches. And he rather suspected that he would be hearing the pitter patter of tiny headaches sooner rather than later.
He looked up.
There were stairs.
A lot of stairs.
More stairs than were necessary, useful or logically possible. He wondered if the MonkeyMan had messed about the improbability drive again.
He glanced sideways. Ah. Right.
A little knowledge, it is said, is a dangerous thing. Zaphod wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this new discovery.
Jareth regarded him slowly as he arched an eyebrow "Oh don't tell me truth hurts..." he rumbled low.
"No..." Zaphod conceded slowly. "I think it's more the fact that we drank enough pan galactic gargle blasters to floor a thirty ton mega elephant with bronchial pneumonia that hurts like hell..."
He sat up. And then wished he hadn't. He could cope with waking up next to Jareth. He could even cope with waking up next to a naked Jareth.
He was cool with that because he was, after all, a pretty amazing and hoopy frood. (And at least the cauterised part of his brain realised that a naked Jareth was probably the most beautiful thing in the universe next to his own carefully crafted ego.)
What he wasn't entirely sure he could cope with, as he winced with the air of one who suddenly remembers the night before, was the uncomfortable presence of that goblin fighting-mace.
Not terribly wonderful slashfic but hopefully it'll stave off snakey's craving for the pairing and maybe, just maybe, stop the incessant requests for more of it for at least......ohh....six or seven minutes. *grins*
Zaphod awoke with the mother and father of all headaches. And he rather suspected that he would be hearing the pitter patter of tiny headaches sooner rather than later.
He looked up.
There were stairs.
A lot of stairs.
More stairs than were necessary, useful or logically possible. He wondered if the MonkeyMan had messed about the improbability drive again.
He glanced sideways. Ah. Right.
A little knowledge, it is said, is a dangerous thing. Zaphod wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this new discovery.
Jareth regarded him slowly as he arched an eyebrow "Oh don't tell me truth hurts..." he rumbled low.
"No..." Zaphod conceded slowly. "I think it's more the fact that we drank enough pan galactic gargle blasters to floor a thirty ton mega elephant with bronchial pneumonia that hurts like hell..."
He sat up. And then wished he hadn't. He could cope with waking up next to Jareth. He could even cope with waking up next to a naked Jareth.
He was cool with that because he was, after all, a pretty amazing and hoopy frood. (And at least the cauterised part of his brain realised that a naked Jareth was probably the most beautiful thing in the universe next to his own carefully crafted ego.)
What he wasn't entirely sure he could cope with, as he winced with the air of one who suddenly remembers the night before, was the uncomfortable presence of that goblin fighting-mace.