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crack_van2011-02-23 08:26 pm
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Entry tags:
Placebo Effect, by Bagheera (PG)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: PG (Three/Delgado!Master)
Length: 2,349
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bagheera_san
Author Website: Fic Masterlist, or at Teaspoon
Why this must be read:
I submit to you all that the only thing better than an old cliche done well is an old cliche subverted hilariously well.
Delgado!Master really shouldn't leave soul-bonding artifacts lying around where the Doctor might happen to pick them up.
The Brigadier's eyebrow merely twitched, and then his face turned perfectly laconic again. "Doctor," he said, and made it sound like a military rank, and a low one at that. "Would you care to explain - - this?"
They were standing in the doorway to the Doctor's laboratory, the Brigadier in the hall, and the Doctor inside the lab. At one of the lab tables, a familiar figure in a grey Nehru suit was puttering around with (probably classified) UNIT equipment. At the sight of the Brigadier, the Master gave a jaunty, ironic wave and returned to his business, whatever that might be.
"There's a small situation the Master and I have to figure out - nothing that needs to concern you." Nothing to see here, carry on, dismissed, the Brigadier translated. If only the Doctor had bothered to look embarrassed, apologetic or in the least bit threatened by the Master's presence. But no, he simply looked annoyed at the Brigadier's interruption. He had that insubordinate look on his face that sometimes gave the Brigadier sleepless nights, and that insouciant way of leaning against the doorjamb that somehow perfectly mirrored the Master's irreverent wave. But there were things the Brigadier was simply too prudent to do, and one of them was yelling at the Doctor, and another was trying to discipline him. His scientific advisor was an impossible man, and came with a bothersome entourage, but he was also completely irreplaceable.
"I'm still the one who decides what concerns me and what doesn't, thank you," the Brigadier replied, and since it was the only thing he could do, imitated the Doctor's light, ironic tone.
Something changed in the Doctor's calm front, shifted to discomfort. He palmed a small object, a cheerfully coloured rock of some sort, as he deliberated over his response. Past him, the Brigadier caught the Master, watching them alertly. "We had a small technological mishap," the Doctor finally answered. Judging by his tone, this translated into major disaster, possibly of inter-galactic proportions. "Thanks to which the Master and I currently need to stay within the same room if at all possible."
Placebo Effect
Pairing: PG (Three/Delgado!Master)
Length: 2,349
Author on LJ:
bagheera_sanAuthor Website: Fic Masterlist, or at Teaspoon
Why this must be read:
I submit to you all that the only thing better than an old cliche done well is an old cliche subverted hilariously well.
Delgado!Master really shouldn't leave soul-bonding artifacts lying around where the Doctor might happen to pick them up.
The Brigadier's eyebrow merely twitched, and then his face turned perfectly laconic again. "Doctor," he said, and made it sound like a military rank, and a low one at that. "Would you care to explain - - this?"
They were standing in the doorway to the Doctor's laboratory, the Brigadier in the hall, and the Doctor inside the lab. At one of the lab tables, a familiar figure in a grey Nehru suit was puttering around with (probably classified) UNIT equipment. At the sight of the Brigadier, the Master gave a jaunty, ironic wave and returned to his business, whatever that might be.
"There's a small situation the Master and I have to figure out - nothing that needs to concern you." Nothing to see here, carry on, dismissed, the Brigadier translated. If only the Doctor had bothered to look embarrassed, apologetic or in the least bit threatened by the Master's presence. But no, he simply looked annoyed at the Brigadier's interruption. He had that insubordinate look on his face that sometimes gave the Brigadier sleepless nights, and that insouciant way of leaning against the doorjamb that somehow perfectly mirrored the Master's irreverent wave. But there were things the Brigadier was simply too prudent to do, and one of them was yelling at the Doctor, and another was trying to discipline him. His scientific advisor was an impossible man, and came with a bothersome entourage, but he was also completely irreplaceable.
"I'm still the one who decides what concerns me and what doesn't, thank you," the Brigadier replied, and since it was the only thing he could do, imitated the Doctor's light, ironic tone.
Something changed in the Doctor's calm front, shifted to discomfort. He palmed a small object, a cheerfully coloured rock of some sort, as he deliberated over his response. Past him, the Brigadier caught the Master, watching them alertly. "We had a small technological mishap," the Doctor finally answered. Judging by his tone, this translated into major disaster, possibly of inter-galactic proportions. "Thanks to which the Master and I currently need to stay within the same room if at all possible."
Placebo Effect
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Anyway, I do love that story, so I was very glad to get to send it more readers.
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