she says I like long walks and sci-fi movies

FIRSTLY: if you are unspoiled for the identity of the actor playing the Eleventh Doctor and you would like to stay that way, skip straight past this entry. Don't say I didn't warn you.


Anyway, I would kind of like to know why my brain insists on making me write things I never actually mean to write. I'm not complaining (hey, I wouldn't write them if I didn't want to, right?) but, er, it does give one pause for thought when certain things drip out of your brain. Metaphorically, I mean. I imagine if actual things started dripping out of your brain, you would stop pausing for thought and run screaming for the nearest hospital.

Anyway.

Here is this.



Look, I said don't judge me.



Title: Now I Find I’ve Changed My Mind (I’ve Opened Up the Door)
Rating: R.
Fandom: Doctor Who RPF
Pairing: David Tennant/[Eleventh Doctor actor]
Word Count: ~ 1850
Disclaimer: This did not happen, I am not claiming that it did happen nor am I making any allegations about any real person mentioned in this fic. I am not making a profit, and, er, I’m sure that this really, truly, is entirely a work of fiction.
Summary: Matt should learn that agreeing to have drinks with someone whose job you’re taking is not necessarily a move that will end in sobriety.


( He is listening to the Beatles and literally twiddling his thumbs when he is gripped by what is, in retrospect, a monumentally dim-witted idea. )