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Title: Dating in the Workplace
Rating: PG-13, for implied sex and wrongness.
Characters/Pairings: Ooh, boy. Doctors 1-7, various companions both TV and Big Finish. Pairings include Ian/Barbara, Ben/Polly, Two/Jamie, Brigadier/Benton, Four/Romana II, Tegan/Nyssa, Peri/Erimem, Five/Turlough, Ace/Hex, and a few others that I don't really want to go into here, for reasons which will become clear.
Beta: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ponygirl72 for her fantastic assistance and for the use of a couple of sentences :o)
Summary: If anyone had asked the Doctor whether he begrudged his companions their interpersonal relationships, he would’ve denied it strenuously, with much hand-waving and/or babbling. Because it was true! For the most part.
Notes: My very first attempt at proper crackfic. I made my beta reach for the brain-bleach on two separate occasions, so I'm assured that I succeeded :o) It should be noted that this fic was thought up after spending far too long reading through the masterlists on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
who_otp :o)
Spoilers: Fairly minor for Utopia.
Warnings: Craaaaack. Potentially brain-breaking scenarios, have your bleach on standby.
Cross-posted to:who_otp, dwfiction, dw_slash, dw_femslash and loves_them_all. (Sorry for the spamming.)
( ''It’s one of the hazards of TARDIS-travel, it seems. I do try to avoid it where at all possible, but it’s just one of those things. Try hanging a sign on the door handle.'' )
Rating: PG-13, for implied sex and wrongness.
Characters/Pairings: Ooh, boy. Doctors 1-7, various companions both TV and Big Finish. Pairings include Ian/Barbara, Ben/Polly, Two/Jamie, Brigadier/Benton, Four/Romana II, Tegan/Nyssa, Peri/Erimem, Five/Turlough, Ace/Hex, and a few others that I don't really want to go into here, for reasons which will become clear.
Beta: Many thanks to
ponygirl72 for her fantastic assistance and for the use of a couple of sentences :o)Summary: If anyone had asked the Doctor whether he begrudged his companions their interpersonal relationships, he would’ve denied it strenuously, with much hand-waving and/or babbling. Because it was true! For the most part.
Notes: My very first attempt at proper crackfic. I made my beta reach for the brain-bleach on two separate occasions, so I'm assured that I succeeded :o) It should be noted that this fic was thought up after spending far too long reading through the masterlists on
who_otp :o)Spoilers: Fairly minor for Utopia.
Warnings: Craaaaack. Potentially brain-breaking scenarios, have your bleach on standby.
Cross-posted to:
who_otp, dwfiction, dw_slash, dw_femslash and loves_them_all. (Sorry for the spamming.)( ''It’s one of the hazards of TARDIS-travel, it seems. I do try to avoid it where at all possible, but it’s just one of those things. Try hanging a sign on the door handle.'' )
