Rec: Lobos

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Okay, a real rec now.

Title: Lobos

Author: evil_demandred
Pairings/Characters: Ten/Simm!Master
Warnings: Dark!fic, mind-rape, non-con, may make you cry.
Length medium
Author's summary: " Behind the duty and the barely recovered pain from everything he’d seen, there was hope in the Doctor's eyes. It made the Master want to throttle him. "
Why this must be read: This was written a couple years ago and I still think about it sometimes. It takes the good old "Ten keeps the Master in the Tardis and tries to fix him" plot and explores what can happen if everything goes horribly wrong. This fic does not have a happy ending. It is, however, fantastic and emotionally powerful.


The Doctor buzzed his sonic screwdriver into the Master’s eyes, tongue protruding from one corner of his mouth. The Master flinched away but the chain stopped him moving far.

"Shine that on me again and I’ll stick it down your throat."

"I can’t see anything wrong…" The Doctor adjusted its setting. "Nothing that would explain what you hear."

"I’m used to no one else being able to hear them," the Master leant back against the column. His hair stuck up in odd directions, tie askew from being bound to the same spot and refusing the Doctor’s attempts to look after him.

"Hummm…" The Doctor rocked back and forth on his haunches, then buzzed in the Master’s eyes again. The Master snarled and lashed out, pushing the Doctor backward.

"Get off me!"

The Doctor caught himself with one hand, eyes reproachful.

"I’m trying to help you."

"Then let me go!" He yanked at the chain. "Instead of keeping me tied up like a dog!"

"I can’t do that. You’re too dangerous."

The Master cursed at him in their own tongue, and the Doctor flinched.




The next rec will be fluffier.