Christmas Ficathon: Day 21
Title: Quite the Predicament
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Turlough
Rating: PG-13 (slash, nothing explicit)
Word Count: 182
Summary: Just crack. Pure, unadulterated crack. Written for hobbit_feets, who wanted a Five/Turlough sex pollen story. Yeah, you read that right. Umm...enjoy?
The Doctor was behaving strangely. More strangely than normal, anyway. The ranting and pacing was nothing new, and he had occasionally been known to blush, but the sneezing definitely was new. He emerged from the TARDIS gardens into the console room looking panic-stricken to find Turlough, and launched into a fevered explanation. Turlough caught little of it, something about pollen and…hormones? Surely he hadn’t heard right. But the Doctor wouldn’t meet his eye.
Turlough approached the Doctor, who paused in his ramblings, stammering instead.
“Doctor, what’s the matter?”
“I can’t quite- that is to say, I need...” The Doctor gaped wordlessly, balled his fists in restraint, and pressed a desperate kiss to his companion’s mouth. “Sorry. Sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Oh.” Turlough nodded, understanding. It wasn’t the most unusual thing they’d encountered in their travels. “Shall I get Tegan?”
The Doctor’s eyes widened. “N-no. Not Tegan. Anyone but Tegan,” he stammered, fumbling with his lapels, hands shaking.
Oh well. It could be worse, Turlough thought. Far, far worse.
He nodded once at the Doctor, loosened his tie and bent over the console.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Turlough
Rating: PG-13 (slash, nothing explicit)
Word Count: 182
Summary: Just crack. Pure, unadulterated crack. Written for hobbit_feets, who wanted a Five/Turlough sex pollen story. Yeah, you read that right. Umm...enjoy?
The Doctor was behaving strangely. More strangely than normal, anyway. The ranting and pacing was nothing new, and he had occasionally been known to blush, but the sneezing definitely was new. He emerged from the TARDIS gardens into the console room looking panic-stricken to find Turlough, and launched into a fevered explanation. Turlough caught little of it, something about pollen and…hormones? Surely he hadn’t heard right. But the Doctor wouldn’t meet his eye.
Turlough approached the Doctor, who paused in his ramblings, stammering instead.
“Doctor, what’s the matter?”
“I can’t quite- that is to say, I need...” The Doctor gaped wordlessly, balled his fists in restraint, and pressed a desperate kiss to his companion’s mouth. “Sorry. Sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Oh.” Turlough nodded, understanding. It wasn’t the most unusual thing they’d encountered in their travels. “Shall I get Tegan?”
The Doctor’s eyes widened. “N-no. Not Tegan. Anyone but Tegan,” he stammered, fumbling with his lapels, hands shaking.
Oh well. It could be worse, Turlough thought. Far, far worse.
He nodded once at the Doctor, loosened his tie and bent over the console.