A Strange Place to Visit

[amberfocus]

More specifically my brain when the muses are at war.  A bit PG-13.
 

Smutty Rose Muse:  We're not at war.  We're just not--.
Me:  Cooperating?


Ten Muse:  I wouldn't call it being uncooperative so much as running off in as many disparate directions as we possibly can.  I mean you can hardly blame us, you took practically two weeks off from writing fic and then you were busy with all those reviews before that and now we're just all vying for the opportunity to be the story thread you pick up again.  You can hardly blame us for--.

Me:  Ten?
Ten:  Yes?
Me:  Shut up.
Ten:  Oi, what did I do?


Rose:  Besides talking too much?


Ten:  You're supposed to be on my side. *wibbles*  And I don't talk too much.


Nine:  Well, I can hardly get a word in edgewise.


Ten:  Oh, don't give me that.  She listens to you more than anyone else these days.  I remember when she started writing.  It was all about me.  Me, me, me.


Rose:  Ahem.
Ten:  ...Me...and Rose, of course.
Rose:  Thank you.
Ten:  And now it's all Nine and Rose this and Nine and Rose that.  Do you realize how many first times you and Rose have had?  I've had two...er, three...okay, maybe four, but you've had like nine or something.  It's really not fair.

Nine:  You're right.  That is quite a bit more.  Not to mention the seconds and thirds and fourths...
Ten:  Shut it.
Nine:  And fifths and sixths...
Ten:  Roooooooooooose.


Rose:  There.  Feel better now?


Ten:  Oh, yes!  Sorry, Lisa, we have to go for a bit.  We're...um...busy.  We'll be back later in the week with something interesting for Jonathon and alt!Rose.
Rose:  And a bit more for Tumbles, too.
Ten:  But that's not what we're going to go research.  Tumbles isn't smutty.  We're off to research smutty.
*Ten and Rose run off*


Nine:  I thought they'd never leave.


Better with You Rose:  You do realize she's me, right?  And you just let her run off with him?



Nine:  She's not you you.  She's younger you.



Rose:  Are you saying I look...old?


Nine:  No.  No!  Never!  Didn't...didn't you have less clothes on a minute ago?



Rose:  That was before you called me old!


Donna:  He did call you old!  Stupid space man.  I have a parka you can borrow.  He won't be seeing anything under this!

Me:  No, no, no, NO!  I don't want parkas!  I don't want you fighting.  I want this:



And this:



But especially, THIS:





Nine:  That does look rather nice.
Rose:  It...it does.
Nine:  I don't think you look old.  Really, I don't.
Rose:  Oh, Doctor.  My Doctor.
Nine:  Oh, Rose.

Me:  Um, guys?  Guys?  Um...don't mind me.  I'll just be sitting here with my laptop typing away...