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Characters: Sam, the Master and Martha
Rating: PG-13 for probable language
Location: A bedroom inside the Malibu Castle.
Date: After this
Sam nearly dozed off, while "keeping an eye" on the Master as he slept peacefully. Most of the commotion in the room had quieted down. Namely, the horse being killed by two werewolves. He could feel his head bobbing, and finally he decided to find somewhere to lay down.
The problem was the Master. The problem seemed to be the Master a lot of the time.
Sam grumbled, but slipped out of the room quietly with the Master. The man weighed a little less than himself, so he found the closest room possible before dropping the Master onto the bed in there. Sam settled into he room next door, and slept quietly. Just enough to keep himself awake for whatever was still to happen.
When Sam did wake, he panicked and pulled himself back to the Master's room. He knocked once on the door, and walked in, not really expecting a reply. In all honesty, he expected the Master to be gone.
But in fact he hadn't gone. The Master lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, arms held out away from his body awkwardly. He'd gotten to the wardrobe, gone as far as changing into something clean, before he'd felt the room begin to tilt in a highly unacceptable and inconvenient manner.
On the plus side, he had found a suit very like his old one, and he felt a little more like himself with it on. The t-shirt and jeans had smelled, predictably, of the Doctor.
He spoke to the ceiling as Sam took the unwelcome liberty of inviting himself in, mostly to cover for the embarrassment of being seen like this.
And how I must have been earlier. Mortifying.
"So sorry, but if you've come for a peep show I'm afraid you're a little late. If you'd arrived a few minutes ago you really would have seen something."
( sam is not amused )
http://communty.livejournal.com/nonevidence/92099.html
Rating: PG-13 for probable language
Location: A bedroom inside the Malibu Castle.
Date: After this
Sam nearly dozed off, while "keeping an eye" on the Master as he slept peacefully. Most of the commotion in the room had quieted down. Namely, the horse being killed by two werewolves. He could feel his head bobbing, and finally he decided to find somewhere to lay down.
The problem was the Master. The problem seemed to be the Master a lot of the time.
Sam grumbled, but slipped out of the room quietly with the Master. The man weighed a little less than himself, so he found the closest room possible before dropping the Master onto the bed in there. Sam settled into he room next door, and slept quietly. Just enough to keep himself awake for whatever was still to happen.
When Sam did wake, he panicked and pulled himself back to the Master's room. He knocked once on the door, and walked in, not really expecting a reply. In all honesty, he expected the Master to be gone.
But in fact he hadn't gone. The Master lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, arms held out away from his body awkwardly. He'd gotten to the wardrobe, gone as far as changing into something clean, before he'd felt the room begin to tilt in a highly unacceptable and inconvenient manner.
On the plus side, he had found a suit very like his old one, and he felt a little more like himself with it on. The t-shirt and jeans had smelled, predictably, of the Doctor.
He spoke to the ceiling as Sam took the unwelcome liberty of inviting himself in, mostly to cover for the embarrassment of being seen like this.
And how I must have been earlier. Mortifying.
"So sorry, but if you've come for a peep show I'm afraid you're a little late. If you'd arrived a few minutes ago you really would have seen something."
( sam is not amused )
http://communty.livejournal.com/nonevidence/92099.html
