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The Amazon by neveralarch (PG-13)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Doctor/Master (Four/Delgado!Master)
Length: 9,500 words
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neveralarch
Author Website: neveralarch's page at Teaspoon
Why this must be read:
Having piled on the angst with the last couple of stories, I thought I'd rec something that's not only a lot lighter, but actually manages to avert angsty events in canon. (Specifically, the existence of Crispy!Master and much of the plot of "The Deadly Assassin.") Don't let the pairing scare you - this fic is just plain fun.
Sometime after the events of "Frontier in Space," Delgado!Master finds himself traveling with a hostage/companion, the dauntless and cheerfully intrusive Jo Grant. Who, as it turns out, has a theory about why the Master's so obsessed with defeating the Doctor. Why can't human women accept that sometimes two men are just arch-nemeses? Why do they have to bring romance into it?
...And how many of the Master's plots is Jo going to ruin just by being around?
The first trip with Jo did not go well. It went so spectacularly poorly, in fact, that it ended with the Master in a underground cell. Jo was standing guard in a Revolutionary General's uniform. This was not because she had stolen it in order to rescue the Master. It was because she was a Revolutionary General.
"I thought you understood I was going to try and take over the planet," said the Master. He rubbed his head with his thumb and forefinger. "You do know who I am, don't you?"
"I thought you only did that when the Doctor was around. You know," Jo raised her eyebrows, "for attention?"
"What are you trying to imply?" The Master waited a second and then began talking again as soon as he realized Jo might actually tell him. "Anyway, no, I really do this habitually. I do not ask that you accept this. I only ask that you not lead the rebel forces that topple the government that I am subverting."
"Sorry," said Jo. She tried to look contrite, but she obviously didn't mean it. "I just thought it would be the easiest way to find you, after we were separated. Also, everyone kept complaining about how oppressed they were."
"I can't imagine how instigating a country-wide revolt was easier than asking if anyone had seen a bearded man in black," grumbled the Master. "Just get me out of here."
"Oh, hold on, this bit's easy." Jo rummaged in her pockets and produced a key. "Not as interesting as lock picks, but I guess being on the captors' side has its benefits."
"Yes, yes," said the Master. "You're very impressive. Now hurry up before someone questions why their fearless leader is watching a lowly political prisoner."
Jo unlocked the door just as the relief guard came to check in. Fortunately she made up for her deficiencies as a conqueror's assistant by being really quite good at kicking people while wearing four-inch platforms.
Perhaps, thought the Master as he and Jo ran for his TARDIS, he should start a little smaller. Ease her into it, that sort of thing.
The Amazon
Pairing: Doctor/Master (Four/Delgado!Master)
Length: 9,500 words
Author on LJ:
neveralarchAuthor Website: neveralarch's page at Teaspoon
Why this must be read:
Having piled on the angst with the last couple of stories, I thought I'd rec something that's not only a lot lighter, but actually manages to avert angsty events in canon. (Specifically, the existence of Crispy!Master and much of the plot of "The Deadly Assassin.") Don't let the pairing scare you - this fic is just plain fun.
Sometime after the events of "Frontier in Space," Delgado!Master finds himself traveling with a hostage/companion, the dauntless and cheerfully intrusive Jo Grant. Who, as it turns out, has a theory about why the Master's so obsessed with defeating the Doctor. Why can't human women accept that sometimes two men are just arch-nemeses? Why do they have to bring romance into it?
...And how many of the Master's plots is Jo going to ruin just by being around?
The first trip with Jo did not go well. It went so spectacularly poorly, in fact, that it ended with the Master in a underground cell. Jo was standing guard in a Revolutionary General's uniform. This was not because she had stolen it in order to rescue the Master. It was because she was a Revolutionary General.
"I thought you understood I was going to try and take over the planet," said the Master. He rubbed his head with his thumb and forefinger. "You do know who I am, don't you?"
"I thought you only did that when the Doctor was around. You know," Jo raised her eyebrows, "for attention?"
"What are you trying to imply?" The Master waited a second and then began talking again as soon as he realized Jo might actually tell him. "Anyway, no, I really do this habitually. I do not ask that you accept this. I only ask that you not lead the rebel forces that topple the government that I am subverting."
"Sorry," said Jo. She tried to look contrite, but she obviously didn't mean it. "I just thought it would be the easiest way to find you, after we were separated. Also, everyone kept complaining about how oppressed they were."
"I can't imagine how instigating a country-wide revolt was easier than asking if anyone had seen a bearded man in black," grumbled the Master. "Just get me out of here."
"Oh, hold on, this bit's easy." Jo rummaged in her pockets and produced a key. "Not as interesting as lock picks, but I guess being on the captors' side has its benefits."
"Yes, yes," said the Master. "You're very impressive. Now hurry up before someone questions why their fearless leader is watching a lowly political prisoner."
Jo unlocked the door just as the relief guard came to check in. Fortunately she made up for her deficiencies as a conqueror's assistant by being really quite good at kicking people while wearing four-inch platforms.
Perhaps, thought the Master as he and Jo ran for his TARDIS, he should start a little smaller. Ease her into it, that sort of thing.
The Amazon