Okay, so I still haven't gotten creative enough to catch up on scriptwriting. BUT! For some reason, every time I shower, more of this solidifies in my head.¹

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "So, who are you, really."

MM smiled, that ernest friendly smile that Wendy Watson swore couldn't possibly be real yet knew it was. "I'm just the Middleman. And you are, sir?"

"Oh, I'm just the Doctor."

"The Doctor?"

"Yes." A pause. "The Middleman?"

"Yes."

The two men smiled at each other, as Wendy exchanged a nervous look with the strange other girl. This mission was not off to a good start.

Soyeah. Because srsly, if I could write a good fanfic DW/MM gen crossover, I would be such a happyKat. You have no idea.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Shuttup. It's not like that. It's not going to be porn. I mean, if it was, it would be the hottest. porn. ever, but it's not. Shower just serves as a convenient place to think about things, where I'm not doing anything else that requires any thought at all.