Sorry it took so long to write but I kinda got distracted. LOL. The RPG 'The Game' does exist and it's on LiveJournal and all the references to the Game and events are what has been happening in the Game.

The tenth Doctor sighed. He had not had a plotline in ages because the author had been distracted by an online RPG known as the Game and had neglected all her characters except for a certain character who she had been playing in the RPG. He switched on the computer and went to the main page of the RPG to see what the characters had been up to since he looked last and to buy time until the author remembers to write the next chapter.

Harry looked over his shoulder. "Hey! How come I'm not in this RPG? I am the title character of the series after all."

Ten and Barty looked at each other and said in unison. "It's because you're not David Tennant or Torchwood related."

"Blythe's in there!" Harry pointed out. "He's not DT or Torchwood."

"So he is," Ten stated. "Well, obviously the players have their daily dose of angst with the tragic relationship of...Ow!" he broke off as Barty poked him in the head.

"That's my emo pain you're mocking there, Doctor," Barty said, poking Ten again, this time in the chest. A certain scene caught Barty's eye and he leaned forward to get a better look. "Aww, look, Doctor, you get in touch with your furry kitty cat side in this bit."

"Better be careful Barty or I'll use you as a scratching post." Ten growled.

"Yeah? Well, according to this, I'm a werewolf/vampire hybrid and I'm more... Hey! I'm not that heavy!" Barty complained, reading a passage where Peter Carlisle complains about Barty being heavier than he looks. "Cheeky sod. It's all muscle, I swear."

Jack came and stood on the other side of Ten and leaned in too. "Ooh, I get a scene there," he glanced at Barty, who looked back at him. "Fancy acting out that scene?"

Barty shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"Just as long as you don't crush me." Jack stated as they headed out the door, obviously going to do things that should not be mentioned in a PG-13 fanfic.

"OI!" Barty squeaked before the door shut on them.

Ten looked back at the computer screen, joined by Ron and Hermione standing behind him, and his eyes widened. "Wow! I never thought I'd see that kind of scene," he muttered. "Well, there was that one time at the Academy..."

"Is there a plotline or is it just going to be...? Oh, look at that scene," Hermione commented matter of factly, as she pointed to the computer screen. "Isn't that sweet?"

The Dalek glided back in, carrying a Starbuck's mug. "You will be caf-fin-a-ted," it said, pointing the cup in Ten's general direction.

"Okay, who touched the Dalek this time?" Harry questioned, putting his hands on his hips and trying to appear heroic.

"I think that was Barty's fault," Ten answered. "Unless, the author also touched it." he cringed as if expecting a slap from the author. Luckily for him, the Author was busy getting another cup of coffee and Ten breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are so lucky," Rose said as she pointed at Ten.

"You will be caf-fin-a-ted," the Dalek interjected. "No, ex-fol-iat-ed… Oh, whatever, Doctor, your time is ended."

"Well, you better bring it," Ten and Nine both said together.

"Oh, it's already been brought-en," the Dalek retorted, showing that it has been watching 'Not Another Teen Movie' in between invasions.

"Okay, how are we going to get rid of this damn Dalek?" Dean asked the two Doctors.

"We have to wait for the author to decide." Nine answered.

"And while she is off scaring other Daleks with her bad moods, we have to improvise," Ron finished.

"I have an idea," Ten exclaimed, as the scene faded out.

The scene faded back in to reveal the Dalek strung up near the ceiling with Christmas lights and tinsel and Ten was underneath the Dalek trying to urge it to sing carols.

"Doctor, it's May. It's either too late or too early for this," Hermione pointed out.

"How about a nice round of 'Deck the Halls'?" Ten questioned, ignoring Hermione for the time being. He opened his mouth and started singing.

"You will be ex-ter-min-ated!" the Dalek stated, actually in tune to the Christmas carol.

Barty wandered back in, arm in arm with Jack and they were deep in discussion. "No way!"

"Way!" Jack said, as if that explained it all. "And then…" he trailed off as he took in the swinging Dalek. "Duuuude."

"Oh God, we've not accidentally walked into a dream sequence, have we?" Barty asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't think so…" Jack replied. "Everyone is still dressed."

TBC