Rec: New Gallifrey by Xanthe
Nov. 18th, 2009 11:31 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
I've received the recs torch from
melannen so I can declare the beginning of my shift.
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master, remembrance of Theta/Koschei
Length: 7000
Warnings: Graphic sex, Past mpreg (not the usual type with swollen bellies and babies that kick)
Author on Prydonian: Xanthe
Author website: www.xanthe.org
Why this must be read: Almost every fic describes the Master as a cold-hearted bastard, who refuses to listen to the Doctor, driven only by the drums he hears. This fic shows the Master's conflict and torment, the Master's hate for himself and for this man that he can't stop to love. It shows us what has been and now can't be and won't be anymore. It's a sad story, with a lot of angst but it's beautifully written and if you feel that Doctor/Master IS canon (and I'm sure you feel like that), in this fic you can really listen to the Master narrating their story, one of lost hopes and hate and love.
Excerpt: He’s eight years old again, staring into the un-tempered schism, looking into the time vortex itself, and there, in the very centre, against a backdrop of time, chaos and madness, is the Doctor, dancing to a tune the Master can’t hear. The Doctor is one with time, and he looks so beautiful there that the Master draws closer, longing to join in that dance, to be with the Doctor. As he gets nearer, he can hear the beat the Doctor is dancing to, just faintly at first, a distant drumbeat, and then it grows louder, and louder, until it bursts into his mind, making it reverberate with sound – a sound that will never completely go away, ever again.
It takes ten Time Lords to pull him back from the very edge of the vortex just as he’s about to throw himself in. And that is how he came to realise, at the age of eight, that at the centre of time, at the very core of his universe, is the Doctor. It’s a destiny he’s alternately embraced and battled ever since.
New Gallifrey
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Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master, remembrance of Theta/Koschei
Length: 7000
Warnings: Graphic sex, Past mpreg (not the usual type with swollen bellies and babies that kick)
Author on Prydonian: Xanthe
Author website: www.xanthe.org
Why this must be read: Almost every fic describes the Master as a cold-hearted bastard, who refuses to listen to the Doctor, driven only by the drums he hears. This fic shows the Master's conflict and torment, the Master's hate for himself and for this man that he can't stop to love. It shows us what has been and now can't be and won't be anymore. It's a sad story, with a lot of angst but it's beautifully written and if you feel that Doctor/Master IS canon (and I'm sure you feel like that), in this fic you can really listen to the Master narrating their story, one of lost hopes and hate and love.
Excerpt: He’s eight years old again, staring into the un-tempered schism, looking into the time vortex itself, and there, in the very centre, against a backdrop of time, chaos and madness, is the Doctor, dancing to a tune the Master can’t hear. The Doctor is one with time, and he looks so beautiful there that the Master draws closer, longing to join in that dance, to be with the Doctor. As he gets nearer, he can hear the beat the Doctor is dancing to, just faintly at first, a distant drumbeat, and then it grows louder, and louder, until it bursts into his mind, making it reverberate with sound – a sound that will never completely go away, ever again.
It takes ten Time Lords to pull him back from the very edge of the vortex just as he’s about to throw himself in. And that is how he came to realise, at the age of eight, that at the centre of time, at the very core of his universe, is the Doctor. It’s a destiny he’s alternately embraced and battled ever since.
New Gallifrey