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Well, That's a Relief...
Fic: Doctor Who and the Temple of Chrysogonax, or; The Quatermain Xpedition
Part the Third:
www.whofic.com/viewstory.php
Without going overboard, I can't say what a relief it is to actually write a proper bit of fic after my barren couple of weeks; I sat down with a couple of beers and my iPod and it just came pouring out. Thank the Lordy... Now, as to how good it actually is, I leave that up to you.
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lost_spook and akashasheiress for their vital input on a crucially important point; you know the bit I'm talking about. :)
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''Hello there! You know those times when you're in the middle of something fun and impediments show up and you have to get said impediments out of the way before the fun can continue?''
''Er...''
''This is one of those times!''
''Right. What can I do for you, sir?''
''I'll tell you what you can do for me! It's... well...it's...You know I don't usually need this''
*patient look from cashier*
''Weeeell... what I need is...is... *deep breath* co...lgate''
''There you are, sir''
''Excellent. And then there's the matter of *tugs at scarf* con...con...tact lenses''
''We don't sell those here, sir''
''No? What a shame. Er, then how about... coooo...la?''
''*sigh* Coke or Pepsi*''
*Romana pushes the Doctor aside*
''Three pacs of Durex, ribbed.''
After:
''Thank Rassilon you only ovulate every few decade''
''I was going to ask for Trojans but, you know, their barriers burst.''
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