A/N : Well, I must say it's lovely to be writing FFs not only with a proper spellchecker, but in lovely, sunny Spain!! Luff goes to Sarah and Claire, per usual, and my many MSN contacts, with whom I have spent many a random hour. D

Luff also goes to Padme's Sister for Randomness, the Story, and Stargazing Basketcase for lots of lovely fluff. D

There is no companion, atm. Just to make things a bit easier when everyone gets drunk.

Chapters pre-written on holiday, up to (and includes) Chapter 10.

Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor Who, but I can play with them. Muhahahahahaha!

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Chapter 1 : There's Something Going . . . WHEEEE!!!

snicker

The Doctor walked in the room-

"I'm not under the console then?"

No, but you will be in a minute unless you want to know what that snickering is.

"What snickering?"

snicker

That snickering.

"Okay, then. Tell me. What is the snickering?"

Not saying now.

snort

"You'll ruin the half-formed story!"

True. Go look behind the curtains and sofa.

"What curtains and sofa?"

puff of invisible smoke

Those curtains and that sofa.

The Doctor wandered over, cautious of any further puffs of invisible smoke, and pulled back the curtains and looked behind the sofa, before he was glomped (A/N : Think rugby tackle meets gigantic hug meets hyperness, usually induced by Obsessive Disorders or the related FanGirlitius) by two incredible hyper girls.

Ha-ha, meet your worst enemy, fan girls!!!

"Argh!" Smash. "Get them off me!!!"

FunkyFairyGirl, PixieSpryte, say hello to the total cause of your ODWD and FanGirlitius. Now, please refrain yourselves from injuring him!! Cause you won't get anymore!!

"Awww!!"

poof of multicoloured smoke

I-Wear-My-Heart-On-My-Sleeve appears holding two multicoloured sundaes

You drink; I need to get on with the story, before anymore fan girls appear.

"More?!?"

Yes, Doctor. More. Blame the BBC, I'm just a poor little FanFictioner who needs a laugh. By the way, just call me . . . hmm. Your Royal Highness and Ultimate Author Roxxie, Queen of All.

"Say what??"

Yeah, how about Roxxie? Or just Roxx. D

"Okay, what was that?"

What? xD

"That!"

That, my dear Doctor, would be a smiley. You could do with one.

"Uhhhh . . . no. 0o"

Ha-ha. Made you smiley!

"Aww. I- GET. THEM. OFF. ME!!!!"

Oh. It looks like the Fan Girls have finished drinking then. Oh dear, they look even more hyper.

Smash. Crash. . . . . . . . Scream. Clatter. Splinter. WHEEEE. Gallifreyian Curse. Clang.

FUNKYFAIRYGIRL!!! PIXIESPRYTE!!! GET OFF THE DOCTOR. NOW.

"Phew."

That's my job.

I need write no more.

For this chapter anyway. See yas!

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Reviews are luffed; you can have mini puffs of smoke if you do! And, if you review, you might see your name glomping the Doctor, or covering him in ice cream. Hint as to next chapter!!