you play me like a puppet

I cannot stop listening to this song! It's ridiculous!

Un(?)relatedly, I had a dream last night in which I killed someone, which was...new.

I've spent the last few days doing nothing but lie around and feed stuff into my brain (and by 'stuff' I mean 'The West Wing and a bit of fanfic'), and I woke up this morning finally feeling like I might be able to think again, maybe produce something. Not sure what. Watch this space.

quick-and-dirty fic

I said I'd produce something!

Granted, this is not really what I was expecting to produce, but it's all amberite's fault.

Mendelian Inheritance - Doctor Who - Doctor/Master, 1300 words.
In one sense they have always known that they would be the last heirs of their people, simply because they embody them: they swing between frantic chaos and frantic order like a pendulum set into motion with the flick of a finger.