Two Master/Doctor t bits, because we all love their bits, even the crazy bits.

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This is my first time posting.  So I am coming out with this.  The first was written for: draykonis  because of this lovely art.
http://draykonis.livejournal.com/111248.html#comments

But please note there are spoilers for EOT on that page and in the art.

TITLE: Never Called.
AUTHOR: lyrebard
PAIRING: Simm!Master/10th Doctor
GENRE: slash
SUMMARY: Looking into each others eyes. The Master whispers.
RATING: G
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: EOT
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who belongs to BBC which means a heck of a lot less slash in the show then there would be if I wrote it.


"You remember what it was like before?" The Master purred, his hands clasping the Doctor's face. "This brings back so many wonderful memories."

"I never called you Master then." The Doctor tired to focus on the matter at hand but the look in the other Time Lord's eyes was ever so distracting.

"No,no, Doctor, but you do now." The smile was one that grip both of the Doctor's hearts and he feared then that he might lose just a little control. He wondered if he could let himself, he give into the Master and allow it.

"Doctor?" Came another voice, a human voice, Wilf, and the Doctor was reminded why he mustn't ever allow it.

-fin

This next one is a filk(song)/poem.
To be of course read/sang on the four count. This is my first Filk that I have ever written. I don't have just one version of the Master in mind, through I think it sounds more like some of the  ones before Simm!Master.  There are no spoilers and like I said above I do not own anything. It does not have a working name per-say, so any help with that will be most welcome.  


I can't stand the way you see right through me,
I can't stand the way my hearts are made of glass.
So easily shattered,
so beautiful on your knees,
all I ever wanted was for you to say my name,
and for the word! PLEASE!

I could make them shake at your name,
Make them notice you at last,
if you'd only see what I am.

I can't stand the way the drums bring me closer to you,
I can't stand the way I feel, burning inside.
So easily scorched.
I want you broken.
I want you mine.

Why do you want them?
They aren't even your own kind?
We should be together.
At War or Side by Side.

I can't stand the way you leave me.
I can't stand the way you tear me apart with a touch.
You walk away with them.
Your little pets.

But we'll be the last ones
standing.

And I'll win yet,
Doctor.

Enjoy!