timelord1

So, here is the sequel to onabearskinrug's birthday fic. And yes, if you're wondering, she is definitely worth writing a sequel to a birthday fic for. BAD grammar! No digestive for me!! (as a side note, you should all try Cadbury digestives). Now, allons-y!

It seemed that onabearskinrug was disappointed with her birthday offering from the Doctor and Rose.

"How can this be? I put on the orange spacesuit of s... of s...."

"Sex, Doctor."

"Yes, of course. Secchs."

At any rate, they realized they had made a terrible mistake, and had to try once again. This time, the Doctor thought perhaps their friend might like something from inside the TARDIS - a piece of time and space.

Or, perhaps a piece of something closer to home...

"Well," the Doctor said, scratching the back of his head. "I was going to save it for a rainy day...never know when you might need a spare hand, you know...but...it is onabearskinrug. I so want her to be happy."
So, the Doctor initiated a biological meta crisis by touching...himself. (oop!)

"Hi there! Where's the birthday girl?"

The Doctor gave Rose a smug smile. "Now THAT is a birthday present."

And so they flew off to find their friend to give her their present. The Doctor had permitted Cloen to borrow one of his suits, so he was no longer naked, much to the disappointment of pretty much everyone in the universe. The Doctor turned to admire his twin.

"Look at that face!" the Doctor said. "You are so darn pretty!"
"Well, look at you!" Cloen replied, putting his hand (Which was technically the Doctor's hand) on the Doctor's cheek. "You're gorgeous."

Rose cleared her throat.

"Should I leave you two alone?"

To make matters worse, it appeared that the Doctor was still suffering from the effects of the TIME STORM from the previous story.

"Oh NOES!" Cloen cried, staring into the face of the newly retro-generated Doctor. "What happened to all the pretty?!?!!?"
"Don't worry," the Doctor said, patting his clone on the head. "All we have to do is reverse the polarity of the neutron flow."
Cloen turned to Rose.

And they made out. Alot.

"Great," the Doctor said, slipping into his ninth regeneration. "Now we're going to have to give onabearskinrug a used present."