Title: Crash
Author: Kytten
Pairing: Susan x Teatime
Rating: PG
Author's Note: I've stolen another prompt table, this one from Isaviel, and am slowly setting about making a story of it. After all, there just isn't enough Teatime Love going around. You know the drill, 100 prompts, each 100 words and hopefully by the end of this we'll have what could pass for a small, 10,000 word story. Wish me luck!
Words: 100
Susan looked up from her book at the crash in the next room and sighed. Slipping from bed with a muttered curse, she hefted the poker and made her way into the playroom.
She'd been expecting a bogeyman or an oculus fixated raven. She'd certainly not been expecting to find a recently deceased assassin casually tossing marbles over his shoulder as he dug through a large box. Wondering if her poker would even be helpful given the situation, Susan cleared her throat.
"Hello, Susan," Teatime chirped without turning. "You wouldn't happen to know where I've lost my eye, would you?"