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order_of_chaosTitle: A Justification for the Existence of Retcon (at least in Owen's opinion)
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Characters/Pairing: The Master/Owen Harper, Myfanwy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sex. Or is that porn?
AN: Forwendymr, because she asked for it.
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“You bloody wanker! Get off me!”
The Master bites him, distractingly. He’s been doing that a lot lately, and it’s disgustingly unfair. It always makes his brain short-circuit, and the smirk with which the Master explains that he fully intends to get him off doesn’t help matters either.
Owen moans, but doesn’t stop struggling even when the Time Lord sinks his teeth in hard enough that it comes close to not being fun anymore. “I said no, damn it. We are not having sex in front of the pterodactyl.”
The Master pouts. “But she’s so cute. And she likes it.” He turns to Myfanwy and flutters his eyelashes. “Don’t you, precious?”
The squawked reply sounds disturbingly like a yes.
The Master sticks his hand down Owen’s pants and strokes strategically, several times. Then he stops. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?”
Owen swears. “Okay, fine. But you’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”
“Awwwww.”
“If you’re good, I’ll even join you. It’s not like the bed here’s much more comfortable.”
And then there is sex.
(It’s good sex, too – even the pterodactyl agrees.)
The end.
Author:
order_of_chaosCharacters/Pairing: The Master/Owen Harper, Myfanwy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sex. Or is that porn?
AN: For
wendymr, because she asked for it.***
“You bloody wanker! Get off me!”
The Master bites him, distractingly. He’s been doing that a lot lately, and it’s disgustingly unfair. It always makes his brain short-circuit, and the smirk with which the Master explains that he fully intends to get him off doesn’t help matters either.
Owen moans, but doesn’t stop struggling even when the Time Lord sinks his teeth in hard enough that it comes close to not being fun anymore. “I said no, damn it. We are not having sex in front of the pterodactyl.”
The Master pouts. “But she’s so cute. And she likes it.” He turns to Myfanwy and flutters his eyelashes. “Don’t you, precious?”
The squawked reply sounds disturbingly like a yes.
The Master sticks his hand down Owen’s pants and strokes strategically, several times. Then he stops. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?”
Owen swears. “Okay, fine. But you’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”
“Awwwww.”
“If you’re good, I’ll even join you. It’s not like the bed here’s much more comfortable.”
And then there is sex.
(It’s good sex, too – even the pterodactyl agrees.)
The end.
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Date: 2007-12-05 07:36 am (UTC)PLS HALP.
*laugh*
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Date: 2007-12-05 08:00 am (UTC)U CAN HAS BRAIN-BLEACH NAOW. *hands over the retcon*
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Date: 2007-12-05 08:00 am (UTC)*hands over some brownies*
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Date: 2007-12-05 08:04 am (UTC)Thank you! (For me it went: banner leads to fic request leads to "did I just write that?" leads to cyber-brownies.)
Very glad you liked it!
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Date: 2007-12-05 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-05 09:00 am (UTC)So much GUH! That I can't form, uh, those...uh... Sentences!
I'd never put them together....me likey!!
More for cyber-cupcakes?
Fair swap I'd say!
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Date: 2007-12-05 10:40 am (UTC)I can't promise more - so far the only plotbunny I have is the following Sentence:
"Oh god. Where does Jack keep the retcon?"
*grins* But if I do write more, I promise to demand virtual cupcakes in return.
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Date: 2007-12-05 10:43 am (UTC)Oh oh!!! *raises hand*
Jack could always show them....
*stifles laugh*
Where does he keep it anyway?
Now you've got me all wondering and the like....
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Date: 2007-12-05 10:51 am (UTC)He has shown them, often. And then they take the recon, because they need to forget whatever it is they need to forget as soon as humanly possible (if not sooner), and they do forget whatever it is, but they also forget the place where Jack hides the retcon. And Jack keeps a straight face for just long enough, then laughs and laughs and laughs.
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Date: 2007-12-05 10:52 am (UTC)MORE PLEASE!!!
(Hands over cyber cupcakes as promised)
x
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Date: 2007-12-05 11:50 am (UTC)When did Jack invent retcon? Did Jack invent retcon? I can't remember. But anyway, guessing...
(The 'they' in this case are Torchwoodian minions of Jack's throughout the ages.)
Jack, of course, has been doing this for decades - ever since he invented the stuff - and it's hilarious. He's never actually died laughing (and what a way to go that would be) but there's been times when he's come close. Because even if they don't want to remember, chances are he does. Memories are important, and the memory of, for example, Suzie Costello quietly and calmly explaining the uses of certain other flavours of barbecue sauce and how she found out about them and "please, Jack, I am this far from spending the next month drunk out of my mind, and then what use would I be?" is one he'll cherish forever.
I am to bed, as it's half-past midnight here, so I'll leave you with that for now. Bye!
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Date: 2007-12-05 11:53 am (UTC)That made me laughhhhhhhhh :):):):)
Oh I'd love to die laughing (or eating chocolate, or watching torchwood, or doctor who)
And I'd love to see all of Jack's memories, he'd have so many, some great, some not...
Oh you have bunnies running around now!!! Dammmnnn you (in the nicest possible way)
x
Sleep well
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Date: 2007-12-07 10:27 am (UTC)And I'd love to see all of Jack's memories, he'd have so many, some great, some not...
As soon as I read this, I instantly had an image of Jack as a retcon addict, with practically all his memories safely tucked away where he can only reach them if he desperately needs to. If I wasn't so lazy, I'd contemplate writing a five (or ten, fifty) things Jack Harkness made himself forget, and one he didn't have to.
I think some of my plot-creatures are caterpillars rather than rabbits - eat everything in sight (notably, my brain) then wrap themselves up in a chrysalis for a few weeks to grow without my having to think about them.
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Date: 2007-12-08 09:58 am (UTC)Yay! I think you shouldn't be lazy, I could be lazy enough for the two of us...and you could write the fic...?
:)
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Date: 2007-12-05 09:41 am (UTC)Pterodactyl is my favourite dino... they deserve such yumminess to occur.
^-^
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Date: 2007-12-05 10:37 am (UTC)*grins* I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2007-12-05 11:02 am (UTC)Aaw but she totally does like it (I know I would).
You may yet inspire me to more icons :)
May I friend you?
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Date: 2007-12-05 11:58 am (UTC)You certainly may - at your own risk, of course :-D
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Date: 2007-12-05 09:31 pm (UTC)*giggles* That comment just made my day - thank you!
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Date: 2007-12-06 12:14 am (UTC)*laughs*
i had no idea Myfanwy was such a voyuer.... i have something in common with a pterodactyl xD such lovely crackfic... please tell me there's more to come? :3
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Date: 2007-12-06 01:12 am (UTC)I'm already working on your ficlet
instead of writing the last chapter of Dimensionally Transcendent.no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 12:01 pm (UTC)Heheh, so much fun!
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Date: 2007-12-19 12:27 am (UTC)Thanks!!