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To Chris and Andrew,

I really appreciate the lovely piece of smut you inspired earlier this evening, very well done. I can see you're totally focused on the upcoming NaNo getting in each other's pants. You're doing a fine job of making Craig very jealous.

And yes, that piece of smut you inspired is indeed very hot. I'm not denying that.

But, would it kill you to quit thinking about sex long enough to help me with NaNo? Please?

Your Narrator

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Sasha, writer person, whatever,

I don't much care what happens in the plot, as long as I get Chris all to myself. I've become rather attached to him of late. Replace my clone with me. I've returned from wherever I was with Ten and now I'm taking my clone's place. Perhaps I could kill him in some bizarre battle or something? As long as I get lots of sex with Chris too.

Regards,
Andrew


Darling Andrew,

Oh, no, you are not making this a Doctor Who crossover as well. I've got enough bloody characters and a decent enough plot without having to organise exactly how you and Ten turn up again. I thought we'd been over this? No Andrew and Ten turning up at the last minute to save the day. We've done that already. Give me something else that doesn't involve you turning up and killing your clone so you can have Chris.

Your Narrator


Dear Narrator,

I've been positively helpful all month! Go on, make it a Doctor Who crossover! It'd be awesome. We don't have to turn up at the last minute. We could turn up at the beginning. Can I have sex with Ten? Can I have sex with Ten and Chris? Can I punch Craig out for being an annoying little bitch? Are you going to use any of my ideas or just ignore me? Because if you're just going to ignore me, I'll take Chris and leave you with Craig.

Regards,
Andrew


Dear Andrew, my beloved muse,

OK, OK, I'll consider a Doctor Who crossover, but I'm not making any promises. We'll see how the story unfolds when we start writing. You're right, it'd be better if you turned up at the beginning.

Don't leave me with Craig come November, ok?

Your Narrator