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Rec: 'Living Things', by bagheera_san
Wa-hey! I've taken over the next round of reccing duties, and hopefully I can share some love for some of the less well-represented Doctor/Master matchups, who deserve no less love despite being of possibly dubious canonicity. Which brings me to my first rec:
Title: Living Things
Pairing: Shalka!verse Doctor/Master
Length: 16,865
Warnings: None given
Rating: Adult
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bagheera_san
Author Website: All stories on Teaspoon
Author's summary: The Doctor, the Master and happily ever after. Not an easy fit.
Why this must be read: Because whatbagheera_san does here is take all those unanswered questions from Scream of the Shalka (Why is REG!Nine so emo? How did he come to be living with an android incarnation of the Master? What's up with their answering machine?) and weave a breathtakingly gorgeous backstory for the Shalka!verse's Doctor and Master and how they came to be. This story would so definitely be my personal canon, if, you know, Shalka were canon.
(You don't need to have seen Scream of the Shalka to enjoy this story, but, really, if you haven't watched it yet, you really, really should. It's available online here at the BBC Website)
Excerpt:
"Thank you," the Doctor said absently, turning a page of the Galactic Gazette. The nice thing about travelling in time was that it was always today's paper, even when it was several centuries old. Then he frowned, looked down at the tray, the china tea pot, the dainty little cup of steaming Darjeeling, the silver teaspoon and the sugar bowl. From there he looked at the Master. "Are you serving me tea?"
The Master locked his hands behind his back, smirking down at him. "What else would a domestic android do?"
The Doctor narrowed his eyes, and then answered with a sneer, "You're perfectly right. Carry on." He wasn't going to be taunted this easily.
Serenely, he added the sugar and stirred his tea. It smelled superb. One thing plucky female companions, however British, tended to lack, was proper skill in preparing tea. The Master still watched him, now frowning and serious. Served the Master right for never being content with the way things were. The Doctor had never so much as hinted at the Master being some sort of servant, but of course had to be so bloody touchy and paranoid. The Doctor lifted the cup to his mouth, blowing once over the hot liquid. Just as his upper lip dipped into the tea, the cup was smacked violently out of his hands. The china shattered on the TARDIS floor, while the Doctor yelped in pain as scalding tea soaked his shirt-front.
"Of all the under-handed, juvenile - "
"It was poisoned," the Master said coldly, turned around and left the room.
Link: Living Things
Title: Living Things
Pairing: Shalka!verse Doctor/Master
Length: 16,865
Warnings: None given
Rating: Adult
Author on LJ:
bagheera_sanAuthor Website: All stories on Teaspoon
Author's summary: The Doctor, the Master and happily ever after. Not an easy fit.
Why this must be read: Because what
bagheera_san does here is take all those unanswered questions from Scream of the Shalka (Why is REG!Nine so emo? How did he come to be living with an android incarnation of the Master? What's up with their answering machine?) and weave a breathtakingly gorgeous backstory for the Shalka!verse's Doctor and Master and how they came to be. This story would so definitely be my personal canon, if, you know, Shalka were canon. (You don't need to have seen Scream of the Shalka to enjoy this story, but, really, if you haven't watched it yet, you really, really should. It's available online here at the BBC Website)
Excerpt:
"Thank you," the Doctor said absently, turning a page of the Galactic Gazette. The nice thing about travelling in time was that it was always today's paper, even when it was several centuries old. Then he frowned, looked down at the tray, the china tea pot, the dainty little cup of steaming Darjeeling, the silver teaspoon and the sugar bowl. From there he looked at the Master. "Are you serving me tea?"
The Master locked his hands behind his back, smirking down at him. "What else would a domestic android do?"
The Doctor narrowed his eyes, and then answered with a sneer, "You're perfectly right. Carry on." He wasn't going to be taunted this easily.
Serenely, he added the sugar and stirred his tea. It smelled superb. One thing plucky female companions, however British, tended to lack, was proper skill in preparing tea. The Master still watched him, now frowning and serious. Served the Master right for never being content with the way things were. The Doctor had never so much as hinted at the Master being some sort of servant, but of course had to be so bloody touchy and paranoid. The Doctor lifted the cup to his mouth, blowing once over the hot liquid. Just as his upper lip dipped into the tea, the cup was smacked violently out of his hands. The china shattered on the TARDIS floor, while the Doctor yelped in pain as scalding tea soaked his shirt-front.
"Of all the under-handed, juvenile - "
"It was poisoned," the Master said coldly, turned around and left the room.
Link: Living Things