Back For More, Part Two The Doctor froze. "A new mind"? So what about...
"That's the best part; they're gone. Vanished. Eradicated. Exorcised. Poof. For the first time in a long time, I'm me again, Doctor."
A stunned silence filled the air. Then the Doctor grinned. It wasn't manic, it wasn't triumphant, it wasn't even a mask to hide behind; he was beaming in pure unadulterated joy, something the Master hadn't seen on his face in centuries.
"Master, that's fantastic! You can come with me! You're free! You're alive! You're-"
"Joking." Jack's voice cut through the Doctor's good mood like a knife. The two Time Lords turned to him, startled, having for a moment completely forgotten he was there (a difficult task, considering that their species had a natural aversion so strong to Facts like him that even the Doctor flinched sometimes). "Doctor, from what you've told me about those drums
Back For More, Part One Captain Jack Harkness' jaw clenched painfully as he glared at Torchwood's newest prisoner, who smiled leeringly back from the monitor in front of him. He'd been standing like that, hands cuffed together in front of him, since the minute he woke up almost half an hour ago. Not a single team member was allowed to speak with him, and none of them particularly wanted to try, anyways. Every fiber of Jack's being was screaming in rage: the monster below should not be here, by all natural laws he should be dead. Then again, thought Jack with a grimace, so should he, but his immortality had been an accident, something he never would have asked for. This man, on the other hand...Back For More, Part One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"How did he find us?" he asked Gwen in a clipped tone. She glanced uncomfortably between Jack and the screen before answering.
"He just sort of, well, showed up. In the main office upstairs. He seems to think you know how to get in touch with the Doctor..."
Back For More, Part Three The first thing the Doctor did after leaving Torchwood was have an argument with the Tardis.Back For More, Part Three3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
EVIL/BAD/TRAITOR/PARADOX/PAIN/OUT! Her voice thundered inside the Time Lords' skulls while the Doctor tried to calm her down enough to explain the situation.
"Easy girl, easy. I know this looks bad, but he's not going to hurt you-"
KILL/MY THIEF/HURTS/BLOOD/BLUE/GOLD! The two men looked at each other- even the Doctor was confused by this statement: "kill" was obvious- the Tardis still hadn't forgiven the Master for turning her into a Paradox Machine technically two years previously, and "My Thief" referred to the Doctor himself, she'd been calling him that since the first time he'd ever touched her console. But the rest?
"It's okay, I'm safe, he's not going to hurt me either. He's healing, and I'll be taking care of him- nothing's going to happen to either of us." The voice insi
ChangesThe Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS door, face in a wide grin, excitement radiating from him as he turned to take in his surroundings. Even after 900 odd years of travelling the universe in a Police box, it never got old. The prospect of a new world, with new people, customs, friends, enemies, threats, and everything was still as exciting to him as the day he'd first set foot on an alien world all those years ago. Back when he'd still been Theta Sigma, a mere student at the academy on Gallifrey, ignorant and naïve. Back when there'd still been a Gallifrey. Back before... Well it didn't do to dwell on that. He couldn't change it... But back when he and Koschei had caused havoc at every turn. He grinned, turning back to the TARDIS to watch the black-clad figure step out. Well, perhaps things weren't quite so different after all...Changes4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Back For More, Part Four The Tandets led the two Time Lords through the thick jungle, stopping occasionally to point out pitfalls and rope-snares that had recently been reset; this was obviously the tribe's hunting party. While the Doctor smiled happily like a child on a class field trip, the Master brooded silently. He remembered dealing with these people before, and despite their lack of modern technology the Tandets were a warrior race to be reckoned with. It was part of what had drawn him to them in the first place, all those years ago.Back For More, Part Four3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At last the group reached a clearing. Zuertenu gave a call, and what sounded like ten or so cheerful voices answered. They walked forwards into what appeared to be the center of the village. A green river could be seen gurgling through on one side, four-armed Tandet women busily washing clothes, combing hair, bathing, and chasing after their screaming children. The Master's jaw clenched- if he lost control here, he could wipe out every si
If I Told Him... We live in a world of opposites. If I told him to stay, I knew he would leave. If I told him to go, he would come, if not just to spite me. If I told him to eat, he'd say he'd rather starve. If I told him to get his own bloody sandwich, I knew he'd want room service. If I told him to stay out of trouble, he'd build a new death ray with chewing gum, a vacuum cleaner, a water glass and a few paperclips. If I told him we needed to turn back around towards the enemy fleet and save the other prisoners RIGHT NOW, he'd laugh and hold me back. If I told him to swim with me, he'd complain until I left him alone. If I told him to get out so we could go somewhere, he'd smirk and drag me in with him. If I told him to let me help him, he'd lock himself away somewhere until I stopped searching for him. If I told him he'd rejected my help enough times and that I wasn't going to play this game anymore, he'd get down on his knees and beg me to make the pain go away. If I told him I foIf I Told Him...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jealousy and snoggingIt had been a perfectly normal and pleasant day for the two of them, the Master had thought as he'd walked hand in hand with the Doctor through some little back alley. He'd taken his Doctor to a little planet to visit - it was all his arrangements, and he hadn't even let him see the co-ordinates of where they were going. It had all been going so well until a familiar figure came into view. Captain Jack Harkness... Of all of the Doctor's past companions they had to bump into, Jack had to be the worse, because if there was one thing the Master absolutely hated, it was someone else flirting with his Doctor, and if there was one thing Captain Jack Harkness could never resist, it was flirting with anything that moved, especially the Doctor. And today was no different. Practically everything that infuriating freak said was flirting, although the Doctor seemed oblivious to it as usual, which was a good thing, he supposed, as it meant he was more or less impervious to it tJealousy and snogging3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
DilemmaI love you.Dilemma3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I hate you.
I miss you.
I loathe you.
I need you.
I own you.
I can't live without you.
I can't stay near you.
I want to be with you.
I don't want to join you.
I can be myself with you.
I can use your feelings against you.
I envy you.
I am better than you.
I am proud of you.
I am disgusted by you.
I remember you.
I remember us.
I want you back;
Never leave me again...
Fixing the Chameleon CircuitThe Doctor grinned. This would be his first trip since he'd fixed the Chameleon circuit in his TARDIS. Time to see if it actually worked, after all it would only be when he landed somewhere that it would change. If he'd done it right, that was. And if it did, then he would have the bonus of showing it off to his best enemy who he was currently tracking down, having heard rumours of him causing havoc. On Earth. It was almost always on Earth. If he didn't know better, he'd say he was doing it on purpose, to get his attention. And if it hadn't worked... Well it would be no different to usual! After all, he wouldn't have to tell him he'd tried to fix the old girl and failed. At least he'd persuaded his companions to have a few days rest on some little out of the way planet. It had given him a chance to work uninterrupted for a start. Although he really did hope they wouldn't get into too much trouble. They were all far too good at that. Almost as good at it as him. But they'd been used asFixing the Chameleon Circuit3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Twist of Fate~It is returning through the dark, Doctor you have met your mark. Your song is ending, sir don't cry when you hear him knock four times...~Twist of Fate3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A prophesy, a challenge, and another journey to take alone. He's done so much for the universe; why does it always feel the need to take everything and everyone he knows and loves away from him? It's not fair...
~You're going to regenerate, a new man swaggers away. No time for games, tonight we fight for the fate of all mankind.~
"I could do so much more..."
~The Time Lords returning, the Earth will be burning, the last White Point Star is a trap for the Master. The Doctor is dying, the Doctor is dying! The Doctor is dying, the Doctor is dying!~
"I don't want to go." He says it aloud, though no one is in the room to hear him. "I don't want to go!" He says it again, with more finality. Forget the prophesy; damn it, he's not going anywhere!
~Wilfred will be by your side, you will always save his l
Raggedy Doctor Rumpled MasterA Raggedy Doctor's Rumpled MasterRaggedy Doctor Rumpled Master4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You were going down in flames, but I couldn't stay away, I was a moth drawn to the brightness of your fiery demise. I worshiped your radiance, lived in the warmth of your strength, because it's true what the humans say, isn't it? We always burn brightest just before we go into the cold dark. I should have known that it was coming, that you'd be gone from me once again. But I ignored it, I always ignore it.
I was so wrapped up in your spectacle, in you being who you are, burning through your unnatural life, that I forgot that my own was doomed to come to an end. You always could make me forget. Sad, isn't it? That these days the man you are, so different from the man you were, can still fog my mind and twist my hearts. We've both changed so much, and I pray, to every God that I have ever heard of, every night, every single night, for just one more instant of what we
More Than You KnowMore Than You Know3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In my head I hear drums. One-two-three-four! One-two-three-four! They never stop, and only quiet when he is near. My Angel, always watching over me. My God, my faith in him sturdier than a thousand walled fortresses. My Storm, washing away my fears, my darker thoughts. His voice is little more than a murmur compared to the endless call to war inside my head, but it is so much stronger; constant and reassuring, like waves crashing on a shore. He has his own demons, his own frailties, and sometimes they break through his calm disguise, shattering his self-control. His own form of madness, that of anguish and regret and loss instead of blood-lust and rage. One desperate to help and heal, the other so determined to destroy. Two different and opposing forms of madness and chaos, yet somehow his always drowns out mine. And he is also mine. He tells me so, every day, so I know it must be true; he never could lie to me. Not to his Master.
The Doctor's SilenceoOoOoOoOo oOoOoOoOoThe Doctor's Silence4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Use my name."
The Doctor stared at his TARDIS, eyes wide. "Master," he breathed.
Thumpthump thumpthump. The Doctor listened to his hearts beating, the only sound he could hear other than his steady breathing. He lay on the ground, the metal grillwork of the TARDIS floor pressing against the side of his face. Thumpthump thumpthump. The Master's face appeared before his closed eyes, and the Doctor felt both heartbeats speed up a little. The sound of drums, the beat stuck in the Master's head, so similar to the simple beating of a Time Lord's twin hearts.
The Doctor frowned, keeping his eyes closed and mentally scolding himself. This wasn't the time for letting his thoughts get muddled up; that was how he had gotten into this mess. First things first, he thought, quick inventory. Head? It hurt a little, and he probably was going to have a diamond pattern on the right side for a while, but otherwise fine. Neck and shoulders: fine. Arms: o
Fantasy"Absolutely not!"Fantasy4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"No buts, there is no way that you are bringing one home with you!"
"But they're so beautiful and amazing and... and..."
"The answer is No, Thete. You aren't bringing one on the TARDIS."
"But it would only be a little one... I'd TARDIS train it and everything!"
"Yeah, and give it more attention than me no doubt..."
"Oh, don't look at me like that, you know I'd never give anything more attention than you..."
"What about your precious little human pets? You gave -them- plenty more attention than me..."
"I know... And I've said I'm sorry a thousand times... Oh don't look at me with those sad eyes, you know things are different now... You know I love you... You know I love you like I -never- loved them... Right?"
"Of course... Of course I do Thete... I just don't want anything competing for your affections... You're -my- Theta, and nothing gets in the way of it..."
"Oh Kos... You over-possessive, stubborn, and completely ridiculous Timelord... You really thin
MusicThe Doctor sat on board the TARDIS, at a grand piano, playing, just playing why he had a piano aboard the TARDIS he still wasn't quite sure, but he did love playing it, as he always had. All it was missing was someone to duet with him but only one person knew how to do the perfect duet with him they could both improvise and yet it still worked perfectly. He smiled, as memories danced to his mind of times long since pastMusic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He never did find out where his Koschei managed to get a piano from, but nor did he particularly mind he'd always wanted to try one out ever since he'd read about them in one of his books about Earth. He'd always wanted to experience the sounds they produced first hand, and had obviously let it slip to Koschei. Or more likely gabbled about how wonderful it would be to him for a good hour or so. It had been a month or so if you counted in Earth time, as he was prone to, since he'd got his mind set on the idea when Koschei told him he had a s