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Any Time At All by roachpatrol (PG-13)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Doctor/Master (Eight/Roberts!Master)
Length: 4,325 words
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roachpatrol
Author Website: roachpatrol's page at Teaspoon
Why this must be read:
It has been observed that, considering the Eighth Doctor's more-than-usually loopy state in "Doctor Who: The Enemy Within," the Master's plan is really unnecessarily convoluted. Of course, the Master's plans always are unnecessarily convoluted, and considering he'd just stolen a fast-decaying human body after having been a psychic goo-snake, one may imagine that Roberts!Master wasn't thinking all that clearly.
Still, as this story points out, it's sort of a shame it didn't occur to him to just leave a trail of candies on the hospital floor, and wait for the Doctor to come to him. But then there arises the question of what the Master's going to do with a trusting, mostly-naked, amnesiac Eight.
"What are you doing?" the Doctor asks.
"I'm rewiring your piece of crap TARDIS so that she listens to me," the Master growls. He resents that the Doctor's senile disgrace of a Type-40 has so far thwarted his every attempt to do so. He also resents that the Doctor has regenerated with easily his sweetest, most pleasant voice to date, and he himself sounds like a soap opera thug.
The Doctor sits down near him, at the very end of his handcuff chain, and pats at his legs good naturedly. The Master is starting to wonder if this particular incarnation of the Doctor is capable of doing anything bad naturedly. Even his appealingly boyish fifth self had got cranky once in a while, and his most recent seventh self had spent the majority of his time being a waspish little dickhead.
"Who am I?" the Doctor asks him.
"You're the Doctor." The Master strips a pair of wires with unnecessary force. "You're also a pain in the ass."
"Who are you?" the Doctor asks him, unperturbed.
"I'm the Master. I'm your Master."
"Are we married?" the Doctor asks him.
"Holy shit, what?" the Master, who really needs to get a handle on this American thing, says. "I'm your fucking arch-nemesis. Why would you even ask that?"
"You seem to spend a lot of time handcuffing me to things," the Doctor says, "and I didn't think you were my parole officer."
Featuring jelly babies, the Imperial Kitten Appreciation Hour, and Roberts!Master as an actual developed character:
Any Time At All
Pairing: Doctor/Master (Eight/Roberts!Master)
Length: 4,325 words
Author on LJ:
roachpatrolAuthor Website: roachpatrol's page at Teaspoon
Why this must be read:
It has been observed that, considering the Eighth Doctor's more-than-usually loopy state in "Doctor Who: The Enemy Within," the Master's plan is really unnecessarily convoluted. Of course, the Master's plans always are unnecessarily convoluted, and considering he'd just stolen a fast-decaying human body after having been a psychic goo-snake, one may imagine that Roberts!Master wasn't thinking all that clearly.
Still, as this story points out, it's sort of a shame it didn't occur to him to just leave a trail of candies on the hospital floor, and wait for the Doctor to come to him. But then there arises the question of what the Master's going to do with a trusting, mostly-naked, amnesiac Eight.
"What are you doing?" the Doctor asks.
"I'm rewiring your piece of crap TARDIS so that she listens to me," the Master growls. He resents that the Doctor's senile disgrace of a Type-40 has so far thwarted his every attempt to do so. He also resents that the Doctor has regenerated with easily his sweetest, most pleasant voice to date, and he himself sounds like a soap opera thug.
The Doctor sits down near him, at the very end of his handcuff chain, and pats at his legs good naturedly. The Master is starting to wonder if this particular incarnation of the Doctor is capable of doing anything bad naturedly. Even his appealingly boyish fifth self had got cranky once in a while, and his most recent seventh self had spent the majority of his time being a waspish little dickhead.
"Who am I?" the Doctor asks him.
"You're the Doctor." The Master strips a pair of wires with unnecessary force. "You're also a pain in the ass."
"Who are you?" the Doctor asks him, unperturbed.
"I'm the Master. I'm your Master."
"Are we married?" the Doctor asks him.
"Holy shit, what?" the Master, who really needs to get a handle on this American thing, says. "I'm your fucking arch-nemesis. Why would you even ask that?"
"You seem to spend a lot of time handcuffing me to things," the Doctor says, "and I didn't think you were my parole officer."
Featuring jelly babies, the Imperial Kitten Appreciation Hour, and Roberts!Master as an actual developed character:
Any Time At All