It's the in-bed meme again.

[dreamtofbeing]

BECAUSE I AM WEAK. And because this meme usually provides a lot of lulz and interesting scenarios.

If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?

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[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

"What? Oh, not again." The Doctor frowns at his mirror image, sleeping beside him in the bed he'd fallen over in an hour or so ago. He'd thought they'd worked this out. Though, come to think of it, they never had figured out the cause of his other's previous materialization in the Doctor's TARDIS.

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

[This Doctor is asleep. He passed out about four hours ago on the living room couch, wearing his glasses and fully dressed in jeans and a green t-shirt (http://www.mrcloud.com/images/1%20up%20toad%20triple%20kelly%20green%20tee.JPG). He's slowly waking up now, though--something's different. This is not the living room, is it?]

Hmf. What?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

Hello. [The Doctor pokes his other in the shoulder companionably, head propped up on one shoulder, smiling. Long time, no see, funny old universe, isn't it?] Why the clothes? Green's not really our color.

[Aside from his Converse, socks, and jacket, this Doctor is fully dressed. He'd just meant to lie down for a moment, and undressing takes too much time.]

[And there's something a bit off about his other, beyond the clothing, but he has yet to register what it is.]

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

[Hrm. Blinking and not quite managing to open his eyes. This really isn't the living room, it's a bed. How did he get from the living room into his bed? Also, there's someone else there. Okay, opening his eyes now, after all.]

What? [That's him. Well, no, it's not, except--well, it is.] It's you. [He props himself up on his elbows and blinks again, trying to clear his blurry vision.] How is it you?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

I dunno. We forgot to look into that. Got six kinds of distracted by, well, me, didn't we? [And his other's waking up oddly. He has that bleary brain-catching-up-with-body look that the Doctor's companions have always had, when he comes bursting into one of their rooms to tell them about this planet they've just landed on, they have to come and see! The Doctor's brows draw down as he considers his other. There's something not quite right . . . Oh.]

Sorry. I took you for someone else. How do I know you, then? [The Doctor smiles at this new person. Because it has to be a new person, one of those humans who looks like him. There's no Time Lord mental signature.]

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

It happened again. The same thing that happened when he met this Doctor the first time. He's in the TARDIS. He sits up properly, blinking sleepily and scratching the back of his head.

The other Doctor's words make him look around. His other doesn't recognize him.

Well, he wouldn't.

"No, you didn't-- I mean, I'm him. The Doctor. I'm just-- " He breaks off. How do you explain something like this when half your brain is still asleep?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

"You are?" He frowns at his other, and sits up in bed himself, leaning forward to peer into the other man's eyes. They're wide-pupiled and fighting to focus, just like he'd expect from someone who'd just woken up. Someone human. "What have you done? Some kind of drug? Are you undercover? I did that once, yesel extract, masks telepathic abilities and slows down reaction time. Oh, you'll feel lovely when this wears off. I had a nine-hour headache after I used it, and I'd only dosed myself for a day. Looking at you, I'd say you've been using it for, what, five days? A week?"

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

Mostly out of reflex, the Doctor pulls back a little when his other leans in, and then pushes his glasses up his nose, which helps a little with the blurry vision.

"Undercover? No, I'm not--" He shakes his head. This is awkward. "I haven't taken any drugs."

He wants to add more, but he can't bring himself to, not when the other Doctor is looking at him like that.

[dntfretprecious.livejournal.com]

"Now you reappear."

((And, for the lulz, let's say the Master is human now, and living in Cardiff. Under the very careful eye of Torchwood.))

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

((The Doctor is living in DC, with Lu. How he ended up in the States, he's not sure himself, but he's okay with it for now. He likes their cars. They're bigger on the inside--with a little imagination, anyway.))

The Doctor was asleep, but that tone, that voice, could wake him up anywhere. He opens his eyes and is, for once, fully awake in an instant.

"What the--" He sits up. "What are you doing here?"

[dntfretprecious.livejournal.com]

"My line, Doctor." The Master hasn't bothered getting up; he's still lounging under his silk sheets (which he could barely afford, but, dammit, there are some concessions to practicality he's not willing to make) in the all-together, arms crossed behind his head, grinning. The Doctor may note that he has morning stubble. And is apparently living in a very clean and tidy but quite small flat.

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

The Doctor does notice the morning stubble. He also notices that this is not his room back in DC. Or his bed. Silk sheets? Seriously?

He scratches his chin, where something tickles his fingers that's not so much morning as evening stubble--it's about 2 a.m. where he's coming from, and he just went to bed. His bed, though, not this one. "What's going on?"

Usually, he'd be blaming the Master, but the whole getting-turned-human thing sort of put a stop to most of the Master's machinations. That, and the fact that Torchwood isn't letting him out of their sight.

[dntfretprecious.livejournal.com]

"I haven't the slightest idea." Which doesn't appear to be bothering him in any way—the Doctor just materialized in his bedroom, and Torchwood would never condone any visits, let along potentially-conjugal ones. No looking gift horses in the mouth, etcetera.

He slides out of bed and frowns at himself. Well. Someone's happy to see the Doctor. "Down, boy." Mm, human biology. The Master shrugs at the Doctor. What can you do?

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

Oh, good morning, Master. The Doctor raises an eyebrow. He himself doesn't tend to sleep in the nude, so he's wearing a pair of comfortable pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. Incidentally, it's one of Lu's (http://www.graphittidesigns.com/shop/files/images_folder/t_33523_04.jpg). If he had known he was going to wake up in the Master's bedroom, he probably wouldn't have chosen this particular one, but as it was, all his own t-shirt were in the laundry.

He leans back against the headboard and folds his hands behind his head, appreciating the view. The last time he saw the Master was quite a while ago, which is mostly a good thing, but, well. He is only human.

"Could have been a temporal earthquake. This is Cardiff, after all. You're probably lucky you ended up waking up next to me and not, you know, a flesh-eating spider-mutant from two universes over."

[dntfretprecious.livejournal.com]

The Master parts the blinds—rinky-dink metal slats that came with the apartment—with two fingers to peer out at the world. Nothing unusual out there—not that he can see much. Torchwood set him up with this apartment, and the view's a lovely overlook of a patch of tarmac, two dumpsters, and the back of another low-rent apartment building. Philistines. "Mm." He spares the alarm clock on the bedside table a glance—he's fallen into Earth's day-night cycle well enough that he can usually make a fair guess of the time if he can see outside, but, well, he's nowhere near as accurate as he once was. "Seven o'clock and all's well. No sign of spider-mutants."

And he's just now noticed the shirt. "The Dark Knight, Doctor?" Have an eyebrow raise. And, yes, the Doctor's gaze is noted and appreciated. This is a good body. His youngest. If he had to be trapped in a regeneration, this one would have been his choice. Not that he was given a choice.

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

"The dark who? Oh." He looks down at himself. "It's not mine."

The Doctor makes a mock-disappointed face. "No spider-mutants? Then what am I doing here in Cardiff in the first place?" Not that he could actually do anything about an invasion of spider-mutants, but that's not really the point here.

[lost-the-time.livejournal.com]

Professor Yana is entirely unused to waking up with strange men in his bed. In point of fact, he's unused to waking up with anybody in his bed, and when he rolls over in his sleep, snuffling a little at the pillows, only to run into another body- it's strange enough that it sends him blinking and squinting into tentative wakefulness.

'Mmm?'

The Doctor will find, should he roll over himself to take a look at his impromptu bedmate, that this is not quite the Professor Yana he met on Malcassairo. He's far younger, for one, his hair still fair rather than white, and fewer lines on his face, less tiredness to his eyes. Still, though, the same man, and he stares with half-asleep incomprehension at the back of the Doctor's neck, before pushing himself up on one elbow to look at him properly. He's surprised, but not terribly alarmed.

'I'm told,' he says after a moment, yawning, 'That generally the idea is to tell a man before you join him in his bed. Who are you?'

[gothgivenpowers.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Lu rubs his eyes. There's a man in his bed. Is there a man in his bed? Hey, Nos, is this a man in his bed?

Nos says YES, he has been trying to tell you, Lu. By sticking his nose in your face. LOOK, A PERSON.

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

Yes, there's a man in Lu's bed. An oblivious, fast asleep one. The Doctor is lying on his stomach with his arms wrapped around the pillow and his head turned away from Lu, so most of what Lu will get to see of him is a lot of tousled bed-head hair.

[gothgivenpowers.livejournal.com]

Um. Yeah. He's pretty sure of two things: one, that he didn't go out last night and two, that he went to bed entirely sober. And locked the door. You don't not lock doors in this part of town.

Also, Nos seems okay with this. He thought you were a watchdog, Nos, thanks a lot.

Lu will be getting out of bed very slowly now. The longer he doesn't wake this inexplicable person in his bed up, the more time he has to figure out what to do about him.

And let's say he's wearing boxers. Probably with Cartoon Network characters on them—Aqua Teen Hunger Force.

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

The Doctor is wearing pajama bottoms and no t-shirt. When Lu gets out of bed, the Doctor shifts, snuffles a little and turns his head, but he doesn't wake up.

The Doctor is dreaming. He's teaching a class on white dwarf stars at his uni which has been relocated to the Planet of the Hats, and his students are staring at him because, as he's just noticed, he forgot to wear a hat this morning. Not surprising, actually, since he never wears hats, and hadn't expected the uni to get transferred to a different planet overnight.

[gothgivenpowers.livejournal.com]

((And Lu, take two! The alternate version. Yus.))

Lu wakes up with his arm over something warm and living. For a single guy who went to bed alone the previous night, this should, perhaps, be surprising—but Nos always sleeps on the bed, and he's woken up with an arm over his dog often enough.

He shifts on the pillow, working his shoulders down further into the sag of the mattress. "Hey, Nos," he mumbles, patting what he believes to be Nos' fur. Mm. There's something off here. It's too long. What?

Lu blinks his eyes open and peers at the owner of the hair he's petting.

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

The Doctor, although he fell asleep on top of the covers, has managed to pull a blanket over himself at least partly, so it's covering him up to his waist. He's wearing PJ bottoms and a t-shirt--a plain blue one--and is fast asleep.

Lu's patting, though, stirs him into wakefulness. He turns his head a little, then blinks and opens his eyes. He can't see much, but the blurry picture he can make out seems off. This isn't his bed, is it? Also, there's a warm heavy weight on his back, which feels like--someone's arm?

"Lu?"

[gothgivenpowers.livejournal.com]

"Doctor?" Lu stares at the Doctor, his hand still resting in the other man's hair. His brows draw down. "What . . . ?" This is his bedroom, right? His bed? He remembers going to sleep in his bed. Maybe he's still dreaming.

Nos decides to investigate the semi-conversation taking place, and nuzzles up from the foot of the bed to stick his nose in Lu's face and then in the Doctor's. Morning!

[dreamtofbeing.livejournal.com]

The Doctor blinks a few more times, not sure what's going on. He should be in his bed, shouldn't he? He remembers going to his own bed last night. But, wait, he also remembers getting up again after a while. He couldn't sleep. He got up, got himself a drink of water, and--

His train of thought is interrupted when something cold and moist brushes against his cheek. Cold and moist and smelling of dog. He shrinks back, blinking and finally opening his eyes fully. He's not wearing his glasses, but he thinks it's a pretty safe assumption that the black fuzzy shape is Nos. "Hey, uh. Hey, Nos."

Definitely Lu's bed, then.