Feb 01, 2007 16:05
((Because eleventh_doctor wanted it. :P Sorry it's so short.))
Fitz is drunk.
This is maybe the only thing he's certain of. He can't quite remember where or when he is, or where the Doctor is, or where
anyone is- but he remembers damn fine alcohol. (He's forgotten which kind, but that doesn't matter.) He also can't remember
which way the TARDIS is, which should really worry him, but for some reason- probably that very nice alcohol form before- he didn't give a damn.
He stumbled into an alley, retching and wondering how badly his head would hurt in the morning. And where he'd wake up. Or if he'd wake up. (Could you die from getting absolutely pissed and throwing up your stomach or something? It certainly sounded possible.)
It was probably more likely for him to get kidnapped and locked up again, though. That happened a lot. He should sue. Or get insurance. Something like that.
Fitz passes out in the alley, and doesn't notice when the Doctor finds him, utterly dissapointed (again). He's carried back to the TARDIS without ever waking up.
Just like every other time Fitz got drunk.
drunk,
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