Arg! Rabid plot bunnies!

For the first time in two years, I want to write Who fic. I have many, many plot bunnies, all slightly dodgy and some of them downright dirty. I blame this entirely on the leather gloves.

I have an idea that's pure crack and turns Team TARDIS into Blake's Seven, complete with Avon. This may or may not get written, depends largely on what happens in The Last Time Lord.

In other news, my simmering liking of House MD flared into full-scale love on watching Insensitive cos hello! UST! I fall so much faster for a fandom if I see a ship *giggles*

There are two House/Cuddy fics currently in progress. The first one will be smutty once I've slapped House enough that he co-operates with me (wow a more awkward muse than Rodney. who knew that was possible?). The second was a prompt and might be smutty. Dunno yet.

I'm happily writing anyways, which is good. Just as long as I ignore the Doctor/Rose/Jack/Martha/Master fic that's teasing my brain. Ummm, that's the characters involved in the fic, not some mass orgy. Just to clear that up.

"I'm not sure the TARDIS is big enough for two Time Lords," Jack said smugly.
The Master folded his arms. "What'd ya want then? Pistols at dawn? Rock, paper, scissors?"

Aaaah crap.

*kills Simm and RTD*