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*sneezes*
1. Am definitely sick.
2. This makes work not so fun, but I'll cope.
3. Have a River and Bernice Summerfield ficlet while I totter off to bed. Possibly femslashy (in that I think every woman has/wants to have sex with River and/or Benny, and thus...). Possibly contains references to one or both of them shagging the Doctor. Any of him.
"You must be Bernice Summerfield."
Benny turned and took in the blonde woman with reddish highlights, and a smile that reached her eyes. It was a little smug, but Benny could understand that. She'd certainly worn its twin on more than one occasion. "And you must be River Song. I've heard a lot about you."
And she had. The rather annoying, but cute, one had shown up on her doorstep one evening (it had been a long day of essays and brandy, truth to tell), complaining about a woman who knew too much, and threw around words like 'spoilers' at him. He'd been very obviously out of his depth, not to mention, annoyed.
It hadn't taken Benny long to cut to the heart of the matter. "You're just jealous that someone knows more than you."
"Well, for once," he'd admitted, before going off on some tangent about time and how he hated being boxed.
She'd tuned him out for a while, letting him spout on and on until he'd run down again, then suggested he buy her a pint. Or two. By the time the evening had ended, he was well on his way to being sanguine, and Benny was making a post-it-note or two addition to her diary.
The smile on River's face widened, "I shouldn't be surprised."
"Never. I'd be devastated if you were." Holding out a hand, Benny grinned, "Would you like a pint?"
"Just as soon as we've saved the universe." Was River's calm reply.
Before Benny could ask more, she found River gripping her hand, and the world going very bright. Bernice made a note to herself to ask for a raised the next time she returned to Dellah.
2. This makes work not so fun, but I'll cope.
3. Have a River and Bernice Summerfield ficlet while I totter off to bed. Possibly femslashy (in that I think every woman has/wants to have sex with River and/or Benny, and thus...). Possibly contains references to one or both of them shagging the Doctor. Any of him.
"You must be Bernice Summerfield."
Benny turned and took in the blonde woman with reddish highlights, and a smile that reached her eyes. It was a little smug, but Benny could understand that. She'd certainly worn its twin on more than one occasion. "And you must be River Song. I've heard a lot about you."
And she had. The rather annoying, but cute, one had shown up on her doorstep one evening (it had been a long day of essays and brandy, truth to tell), complaining about a woman who knew too much, and threw around words like 'spoilers' at him. He'd been very obviously out of his depth, not to mention, annoyed.
It hadn't taken Benny long to cut to the heart of the matter. "You're just jealous that someone knows more than you."
"Well, for once," he'd admitted, before going off on some tangent about time and how he hated being boxed.
She'd tuned him out for a while, letting him spout on and on until he'd run down again, then suggested he buy her a pint. Or two. By the time the evening had ended, he was well on his way to being sanguine, and Benny was making a post-it-note or two addition to her diary.
The smile on River's face widened, "I shouldn't be surprised."
"Never. I'd be devastated if you were." Holding out a hand, Benny grinned, "Would you like a pint?"
"Just as soon as we've saved the universe." Was River's calm reply.
Before Benny could ask more, she found River gripping her hand, and the world going very bright. Bernice made a note to herself to ask for a raised the next time she returned to Dellah.
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