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I am very very very tired - got up sixish following a very unsettled night and spent several hours race-marshalling on Queen's Green. (Got up before my AO3 kudos email! that is my definition of early.) It's for charity, it was good fun if freezing cold, and there were literally more than a thousand runners - it seemed very much like every local business and every university faculty had a team, which made for a feeling of general camaraderie if very unwieldy team names. (It's quite difficult to shout, "Go, go South Cambridgeshire District Council!" but people womanned up and did it.) Work had four teams. I stood there in my high-vis and attempted not to yawn.

Anyway. I am tired and trying hard not to fall asleep. To that effect, let's do this, nabbed from fahye:

Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing and I’ll tell you something about the story I’d write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)

1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School/College AU

I should probably warn you I'll just end up writing you snippets. My fandoms are all listed on my AO3 page.

edited to add: haven't seen yesterday's Doctor Who. So anything but that but things related to yesterday, I mean. Doctor Who in general is fine!

Fic(lets):

for philomytha, Aral and Simon and telepathy

for ladymercury_10, Amy/Rory, huddling for warmth

Comments

[doomlizard.livejournal.com]

12. accidental-baby-acquisition for CP

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

pre-flight checks

"All right!" Carolyn yells. "Which one of you did it?"

"Did what, for heaven's sake, Carolyn?" Douglas doesn't turn around, busy making pre-flight checks.

Martin says, "Carolyn, we have a plane to fly, so…"

"Shut up, Martin. Which one of you is responsible for this?" She places the basket on the floor of the flight deck. "Well?"

It's a baby. A few months old, currently fast asleep under a blanket embroidered with little cars and trucks. "I found him by the door of the portacabin!" Carolyn says, now lowering her voice. "And before I call the police, I thought I would come and make some inquiries."

With anyone else, Martin is thinking, it would have been discreet inquries. Carolyn glares.

"Well, Martin," Douglas is saying happily, "I never knew you had it in you. How very…"

"Douglas!" Martin snaps. "What on earth makes you sure it's mine?"

"Well, I know it's not mine," Dougls drawls, and Martin raises his eyebrows.

"So do I, Douglas. Believe me."

Douglas looks like he wants to make a comment about Martin's sex life, but thinks better of it. "Carolyn, with no insult intended to dear Snoopadoop, you appear to be barking up the wrong tree."

Carolyn shakes her head. "Why on earth would the baby be left with us, otherwise? There's a hospital close enough to Fitton, if you could bring a baby out here you could take him there."

"Carolyn," says Martin, very quietly, "what colour are those little cars and trucks on the blanket?"

He, Douglas, and Carolyn peer into the basket. Carolyn says, softly, "Yellow."

"Oh, dear," Martin says.

[doomlizard.livejournal.com]

..What?! What does that mean?!

By which I mean thank you very much and I wish there was more.

[shadowfireflame.livejournal.com]

Bwahahahaha! OMG, this was great. Oh, Arthur, what have you been getting up to?

[tau_sigma]

*loves*