Twelve Chris/Darren, PG ~700 words
I'm not gonna say this is Becca's birthday fic, because I have something else in mind for that, but I'm just gonna say I had her in mind while I wrote this.
(Spoilers, I guess, for Doctor Who? If somehow you managed to not be spoiled for that thus far, you should a) not read the fic, and b) submit yourself to be studied by science, because how?)
Darren wakes up from his mid-day hangover nap (which is really only interrupted from his actual night of sleep by fifteen minutes of pissing, brushing his teeth, eating toast, and dropping back into bed) by a frantic phone call. "Turn on your tv!" Chris shouts. "I need you to tell me who the next Doctor is." Darren rubs his eyes and flops over onto his back. "What?" "Tv. Now. I need you to watch this show and tell me what's happening," Chris orders, voice crisp and commanding. "Darren!" "Jesus fuck hold on. What channel?" He fumbles for his remote and starts flipping through, not even knowing what he's looking for. "BCC America," Chris says. "Are you on it yet? The show ends in like five minutes, and I was watching a livestream but it just died-"
