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Series (Story number): Who's Right? (14)
Summary: At another dinner party hosted by Alice-Down-The-Road, the Master and Doctor play 'Whose Lap Am I Sitting On?' 50's AU.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/pairings: Master/Doctor, Alice Cartwright, Peter Cartwright, Gordon
Author's notes: This is based on true events....vaguely. And a truelife party game from the 50's. Explanation of series here.
"It MUST be Master Saxon!" said
"What do you know?!" said the Master. "It is me! Again!"
"My gosh, you know, it does so often happen to be you, doesn't it?" said
"My, yes," said Theresa, also smiling.
"Why don't you lend the rest of us some of your luck, Saxon?!" chuckled Peter.
At this point, if the Doctor had been in a cartoon, there would have been steam coming out from under his collar.
"I just seem to be very sit-on-able," said the Master. Everyone laughed appreciatively but the Doctor, and the Master took the blindfold out of
Hello, said the Master to the Doctor mentally, sounding very amused.
Stop cheating! the Doctor thought back. It's a ridiculous game as it is. You're only making it stupider. No, stop that, what are you doing?
Trying to find out who I'm sitting on, the Master replied, feeling behind him at the Doctor's hair and then covering his face with his hands.
You KNOW who you’re sitting on! the Doctor thought back, enraged. You've been reading everyone's minds all night, not to mention putting little mental suggestions for them to come and sit on you.
I'm surprised you even noticed, thought the Master, groping down along the Doctor's chest with one of his hands and starting to go down a little further with his other one. You have all the mental control of a five-year-old.
The Doctor grabbed the Master's other hand with one of his own before the Master could grope somewhere rather inappropriate for a public party game. The Master grinned at him in his head and then made a puzzled, thinking face and said, "Hmmm....could it possibly be....the Doctor?"
"You're right!" said
"I think I'm cutting you off,
"Oh," said
The Master ground a little backwards into the Doctor's lap before standing up and taking off his blindfold to hand to the Doctor. The Doctor stood up and begrudgingly took the blindfold, still glowering.
"Oh, come on, Mrs. Saxon, get into the spirit of it," said Gordon.
Afterwards, the Doctor always maintained that what had happened was not his fault. If Gordon was never able to see pie in the same way ever again, that was his lookout. It was, however, lucky that
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