The Master (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
best_served_hot) wrote2010-08-18 08:14 pm
best_served_hot) wrote2010-08-18 08:14 pm
fic: of fairytales and stardust
The Master only had a short amount of time. In the space that River Song traveled away using the vortex manipulator and the time that Amy and Mr. Pond left the party to catch up, he had only moments to make himself known. He didn't have to of course.
But he did.
His scent hit the Doctor before his voice carried to his ears in the form of two syllables. He could tell by the sudden tension in his shoulders that bled into his entire frame. The sound of a suddenly taken in breath as he stopped in his task of opening the TARDIS doors. It was probably all for the best, after all, she'd more than likely slam her doors shut if he moved any closer.
The Doctor turned and returned the favor of two syllables and the Master smiled, nothing patronizing or cruel to it. It was, very simply, a smile that could be taken as something akin to fondness. The two Time Lords standing there knew it would not last, it never could.
They have both burned all their bridges between the other but the amicable silence continued. The two of them were content with just that in the present moment.
The Master's gaze traveled over this new regeneration's features and felt the Doctor's on him as well.
"You haven't changed," said the Doctor.
The Master smiled. "You have."
The Doctor shrugged one shoulder, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, well, you know me. People needed saving." One person anyways, but it was worth it. It had been time.
"Ever the sanctimonious idiot."
The Doctor pretended he didn't hear anything like affection in that last statement. Of course it was only his imagination he was pretending not to hear because the Master would never say anything with that sort of tone.
That would just be a silly thing to think but he wanted to think it. Pretend for just a moment.
"I suppose I should be grateful that you spoke of me at all, hm?"
The Doctor leaned back against the TARDIS doors and smirked. "It wouldn't be out of place. Except that it's you and you would never thank me of all people for something so arbitrary as helping to bring you back into existence."
A chuckle carried on the wind from the Master, so light that the Doctor was terrified the Master would simply blow away with it; gone once more. "I don't think the universe could handle something like that quite yet."
The Doctor grinned widely. "Well, you could do it out of spite then. See if the universe could take it."
"Just to test out the shoddy reworkmanship? Tempting," he admitted, hearing a door close and almost looking torn as to whether he should stay or go. The Doctor seemed to sense this and stood immediately, taking a step closer.
"You could still-"
The Master grinned, taking the opportunity for a parting shot. "Ohh, I don't think the TARDIS would be able to handle two married couples. Though I'm sure Mrs. Pond and I could spend hours discussing our wives."
The Doctor's face twisted in offense at the idea that he was a wife but his argument was cut off at seeing the ring on the Master's right ring finger. A Presidential Time Ring.
"How did you get that?"
The Master smirked, like the cat that ate the canary. "You didn't really expect me to wait around for you to destroy us all, did you?"
And with that he disappeared before the Doctor could say anything else.
prompts: none
words: 624
a/n: Going off of the idea that he was sucked into the Time War at the end of Christmas specials, a time ring is really the only way I, personally, find acceptable for him escaping Gallifrey's destruction and the War. Outside of that, in the realm of my general headcanon, I do not believe he survived. I think he used up what was left of his life force to try and kill Rassilon for what he had done. Though I do tend to be somewhat contradictory to my own theories over time, I might come around to the idea of him being generally "out there somewhere" in regards to the Eleventh Doctor and any other incarnations we may be privileged to see at a later date.
But he did.
His scent hit the Doctor before his voice carried to his ears in the form of two syllables. He could tell by the sudden tension in his shoulders that bled into his entire frame. The sound of a suddenly taken in breath as he stopped in his task of opening the TARDIS doors. It was probably all for the best, after all, she'd more than likely slam her doors shut if he moved any closer.
The Doctor turned and returned the favor of two syllables and the Master smiled, nothing patronizing or cruel to it. It was, very simply, a smile that could be taken as something akin to fondness. The two Time Lords standing there knew it would not last, it never could.
They have both burned all their bridges between the other but the amicable silence continued. The two of them were content with just that in the present moment.
The Master's gaze traveled over this new regeneration's features and felt the Doctor's on him as well.
"You haven't changed," said the Doctor.
The Master smiled. "You have."
The Doctor shrugged one shoulder, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, well, you know me. People needed saving." One person anyways, but it was worth it. It had been time.
"Ever the sanctimonious idiot."
The Doctor pretended he didn't hear anything like affection in that last statement. Of course it was only his imagination he was pretending not to hear because the Master would never say anything with that sort of tone.
That would just be a silly thing to think but he wanted to think it. Pretend for just a moment.
"I suppose I should be grateful that you spoke of me at all, hm?"
The Doctor leaned back against the TARDIS doors and smirked. "It wouldn't be out of place. Except that it's you and you would never thank me of all people for something so arbitrary as helping to bring you back into existence."
A chuckle carried on the wind from the Master, so light that the Doctor was terrified the Master would simply blow away with it; gone once more. "I don't think the universe could handle something like that quite yet."
The Doctor grinned widely. "Well, you could do it out of spite then. See if the universe could take it."
"Just to test out the shoddy reworkmanship? Tempting," he admitted, hearing a door close and almost looking torn as to whether he should stay or go. The Doctor seemed to sense this and stood immediately, taking a step closer.
"You could still-"
The Master grinned, taking the opportunity for a parting shot. "Ohh, I don't think the TARDIS would be able to handle two married couples. Though I'm sure Mrs. Pond and I could spend hours discussing our wives."
The Doctor's face twisted in offense at the idea that he was a wife but his argument was cut off at seeing the ring on the Master's right ring finger. A Presidential Time Ring.
"How did you get that?"
The Master smirked, like the cat that ate the canary. "You didn't really expect me to wait around for you to destroy us all, did you?"
And with that he disappeared before the Doctor could say anything else.
prompts: none
words: 624
a/n: Going off of the idea that he was sucked into the Time War at the end of Christmas specials, a time ring is really the only way I, personally, find acceptable for him escaping Gallifrey's destruction and the War. Outside of that, in the realm of my general headcanon, I do not believe he survived. I think he used up what was left of his life force to try and kill Rassilon for what he had done. Though I do tend to be somewhat contradictory to my own theories over time, I might come around to the idea of him being generally "out there somewhere" in regards to the Eleventh Doctor and any other incarnations we may be privileged to see at a later date.