The Tenth Doctor

((Continued from here.))

The TARDIS isn't far--nothing in the multiverse is--and it takes the Doctor less than two minutes to head back to where he parked her in a small nook hidden behind a multiversal seating arrangement. He enters, pushes the door closed behind himself and leans against it, checking his time sense.

One minute and fifty-seven seconds. Leaving him thirteen minutes and three seconds to get ready. Why is it again that he only asked for fifteen minutes? Most likely because he was worried that anything more would give the Master too much time to hatch some sort of plan to steal the TARDIS or otherwise cause trouble. Or simply lose interest. He wouldn't want the Master to lose interest. This has been the first distraction to cross his path in years.

( He pushes off the door and strides up to the console . . . )

(Somewhat epic) chatplay with laser_not_sonic from the 20th of November.

In this slightly alternate universe, the Master survived Last of the Time Lords, and the Doctor found himself faced with the task of actually having to act on his haphazard plan of locking the Master into the TARDIS with him. They've been locked in there and aimlessly traveling through the Vortex for quite a while, and things are - not going well.

Featuring: anger, fury, frustration, a (rather tame) mental altercation, tea, alcohol, more alcohol, jealous-boyfriend!Master quizzing the Doctor on his sex life, seductive-slut!Doctor driving the Master a little bit crazier, and towards the end, some porning with rather adorable almost!cuddling.

And it took the mun only a month to get her lazy butt in gear and format this for postage. /o\

( I always thought make-up sex was the kind of sex we'd be having right now. If we were having sex. )

The Doctor always figures that one of his good qualities is that he's able to get along with pretty much anyone. Sure, there are people he likes more, and people he likes less than others, but in general, he's not an unsociable person.

However, for some reason, he finds that whenever he spends time with the Master, there comes the point when he would gleefully use the sonic screwdriver to poke the Master's eyes out without feeling a hint of remorse.

"Stop that already," he says, his tone bordering on a hiss, and swats at the Master's fingers as the Master starts playing with the TARDIS controls yet again.