“It’s for your own good,” Nikki said reassuringly.
MacGyver glared at her and yanked on the cuffs that held him to the bed. “Easy for you to say! You could at least have left me my clothes!”
“Nope. The lab folks are having way too much fun trying to analyse the fish DNA they found on your jeans.” Her voice dropped. “They say it’s like nothing they’ve ever seen before! The head ichthyologist is saying it looks alien.”
“Aw, don’t give me that! Who ever heard of alien fish?”
“You did say the fish looked weird.”
“Well, yeah. They were all luminescent blue, kind of like glowsticks. And sometimes it was hard to focus on them, like they weren’t really there. And when I tried to touch one, it wasn’t there – my hand went right through it.” He made a face. “It was really creepy.”
Nikki spotted Mac’s fingers inching towards the bedside clock and quickly moved it out of reach. She couldn’t imagine how he could have possibly picked the locks of his cuffs with an alarm clock, but with MacGyver, you never knew.
Mac glowered at the clock, now an impossible two feet away. Nikki smiled. “Relax, MacGyver. We just need to make sure there are no ill after-effects.”
She stepped out of his field of vision, and he craned his head, trying to see what she was up to. Getting him a blanket, he hoped, or something to cover him . . . she was on her way back now, and she was carrying something, but it wasn’t a blanket. And Mac didn’t like the gleeful expression on her face.
“Nikki! What the heck is that cake for?” He yanked on the cuffs again, this time in desperation.
She beamed, dipped a finger in the frosting, licked it off. “Chocolate is my favourite, MacGyver.” She set the plate carefully on the bedside table, just out of reach, and dipped her finger again. “Let’s see, where to start . . . ?”
55 words since I logged on this evening! I really did have a busy day, which is why I didn't get any fic-writing done. I'm taking a break from doing French homework now, however, which means a perfect time to do some *fun* writing! :P.
“Right,” said the Doctor, straightening his bowtie. “Cake – check.”
“Check,” confirmed Amy, cutting a generous slice of chocolate and placing it carefully on the tray with the other surgical instruments.
“Er…Doctor…?” Rory rattled his chains a little, trying to raise his head, but finding himself hopelessly secured to the bed. “Doctor, why am I chained to a bed? And where are my clothes?”
“Don’t worry, Rory,” the Time Lord replied, with a breathtakingly false grin. “You’ll be fine. Right as rain. Just as soon as we… Fish – check?”
“Check, Doctor.” Amy swallowed hard.
“Alien fish, right?”
“Yeah, alien fish.” She looked at her restrained husband. “Are you sure this is…?”
“It’ll be fine,” the Doctor claimed. “Done this a hundred times. A dozen times. A few times. Some…times, okay? I told you – right as rain.”
“Doctor.” Rory’s eyes bulged: “What are you doing with that…glowstick…?”
“Curing you of that nasty alien parasite you picked up on Osiris. Trust me. I’m the Doctor.” He turned to Amy. “Now, turn up the volume on the radio – we don’t want to disturb the neighbours.”
Amy reluctantly did as she was told – the sound of the 456th Sontaran Battlegroup Male Voice Choir swelled, blotting out Rory’s weak protests and the rattle of the chains.
I love the 456th Sontaran Battlegroup Male Voice Choir . . . which, of course, sounds exactly like the 457th Sontaran Battlegroup Male Voice Choir. Damned clones.
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Fishcake, Beefcake
Date: 2010-11-21 11:02 pm (UTC)MacGyver glared at her and yanked on the cuffs that held him to the bed. “Easy for you to say! You could at least have left me my clothes!”
“Nope. The lab folks are having way too much fun trying to analyse the fish DNA they found on your jeans.” Her voice dropped. “They say it’s like nothing they’ve ever seen before! The head ichthyologist is saying it looks alien.”
“Aw, don’t give me that! Who ever heard of alien fish?”
“You did say the fish looked weird.”
“Well, yeah. They were all luminescent blue, kind of like glowsticks. And sometimes it was hard to focus on them, like they weren’t really there. And when I tried to touch one, it wasn’t there – my hand went right through it.” He made a face. “It was really creepy.”
Nikki spotted Mac’s fingers inching towards the bedside clock and quickly moved it out of reach. She couldn’t imagine how he could have possibly picked the locks of his cuffs with an alarm clock, but with MacGyver, you never knew.
Mac glowered at the clock, now an impossible two feet away. Nikki smiled. “Relax, MacGyver. We just need to make sure there are no ill after-effects.”
She stepped out of his field of vision, and he craned his head, trying to see what she was up to. Getting him a blanket, he hoped, or something to cover him . . . she was on her way back now, and she was carrying something, but it wasn’t a blanket. And Mac didn’t like the gleeful expression on her face.
“Nikki! What the heck is that cake for?” He yanked on the cuffs again, this time in desperation.
She beamed, dipped a finger in the frosting, licked it off. “Chocolate is my favourite, MacGyver.” She set the plate carefully on the bedside table, just out of reach, and dipped her finger again. “Let’s see, where to start . . . ?”
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Date: 2010-11-21 11:07 pm (UTC)I really don't care that it's cracky....it's MAC/NIKKI! It's naked!MAC/NIKKI! <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2010-11-21 11:10 pm (UTC)(Or join in. Whichever you prefer.)
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Date: 2010-11-21 11:15 pm (UTC)I'm hoping I can finish the last hour with some kind of word count for today. That little comment fic inspired 95 words. Thank you muchly. :D
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Date: 2010-11-21 11:16 pm (UTC)And whoo hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*sends tons of encouragement for finished fic*
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Date: 2010-11-21 11:28 pm (UTC)Your turn? ;-)
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Date: 2010-11-21 11:45 pm (UTC)Eeek French homework (though that reminds me, I should do my Gaelic homework)...
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Date: 2010-11-22 12:05 am (UTC)“Right,” said the Doctor, straightening his bowtie. “Cake – check.”
“Check,” confirmed Amy, cutting a generous slice of chocolate and placing it carefully on the tray with the other surgical instruments.
“Er…Doctor…?” Rory rattled his chains a little, trying to raise his head, but finding himself hopelessly secured to the bed. “Doctor, why am I chained to a bed? And where are my clothes?”
“Don’t worry, Rory,” the Time Lord replied, with a breathtakingly false grin. “You’ll be fine. Right as rain. Just as soon as we… Fish – check?”
“Check, Doctor.” Amy swallowed hard.
“Alien fish, right?”
“Yeah, alien fish.” She looked at her restrained husband. “Are you sure this is…?”
“It’ll be fine,” the Doctor claimed. “Done this a hundred times. A dozen times. A few times. Some…times, okay? I told you – right as rain.”
“Doctor.” Rory’s eyes bulged: “What are you doing with that…glowstick…?”
“Curing you of that nasty alien parasite you picked up on Osiris. Trust me. I’m the Doctor.” He turned to Amy. “Now, turn up the volume on the radio – we don’t want to disturb the neighbours.”
Amy reluctantly did as she was told – the sound of the 456th Sontaran Battlegroup Male Voice Choir swelled, blotting out Rory’s weak protests and the rattle of the chains.
“Open wide now…” said the Doctor.
END?!
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Date: 2010-11-22 12:22 am (UTC)Re: Fishcake, Beefcake
Date: 2010-11-22 12:24 am (UTC)I love the 456th Sontaran Battlegroup Male Voice Choir . . . which, of course, sounds exactly like the 457th Sontaran Battlegroup Male Voice Choir. Damned clones.
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Date: 2010-11-22 08:27 pm (UTC)All Sontaran choirs sound alike. They all sing the same songs too. They're all songs about having wars with people, unsurprisingly. ;D
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