Drabble? Impossible. Double drabble? Ding!
Rose yawned and rolled over.
Then stopped short as she bumped into… someone? Blearily, she prised open one eyelid and squinted. God, just what had she been drinking last night?
Suddenly, she was very much awake as she recognised the sleeping features of the Doctor, still with his geeky glasses on. Thing was – that was all he had on.
Come to think of it, she wasn’t wearing anything either. Eeeep.
Shuffling backwards, she bumped into another person. Two men here?!?!
Her original Doctor. Also naked.
How the hell…?
Vaguely she recalled visiting Ye Olde Alcohol Seller on Arthus Prime, and Happy Hour. Three Sonic Headbangers later, and seeing two TARDIS’s (TARDI?) had been nothing abnormal.
Something about the Blintivitch Limitation effect being smashed into tiny pieces and seeing the men in her life glaring at each. Was it her who’d said something about subtext?
She blinked as memory hit. Definitely her who’d shoved her hands down each Doctor’s trousers, and dragged them both away, still stunned. Huh.
Oh well, travelling in the TARDIS had certainly taught her one thing: seize the moments. With a wicked smile on her face, Rose dived beneath the covers, intent on seizing somethings.
200 words and not a sonic screwdriver in sight.