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best_enemies2010-12-26 12:45 pm
janeturenne.livejournal.com) wrote in best_enemies2010-12-26 12:45 pm
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A Christmas D/M ficlet
Guys. You guys. You know which tag hasn't got enough use on this comm lately? You know which highly relevant to the Christmas special tag hasn't got enough use on this comm lately?
The Cybearshark tag.
You all know what's coming here, don't you?
Rating: PG
Pairing: 11/Master (I think it's Simm, but ymmv)
Word Count: 'bout 200
Warnings: Well, minor character death, I suppose. Also, technically not cybear-, but I think it counts. And sort-of spoilers for A Christmas Carol.
Summary: The Master's efforts to impress the Doctor yield predictable results.
“What have you done?”
It’s not like the Master hasn’t heard that one before. The Doctor has been saying that sort of thing to him for centuries. Still, if he’s entirely honest, he might have deserved it just a little, most of those other times. This time, he's fairly certain he's been wronged.
"Saved your life, you bloody ingrate! Again."
"But you killed her! You wonder why I won’t...well...and yet you run around killing my friends, and...”
“Friend? Doctor, it was a giant flying shark. It was going to chew you up and spit out the bones.”
“Her name was Ermentrude!” the Doctor exclaims, and flounces off in a huff.
The Master stands stunned for a moment. He’s had some failed plans in the past, but really, this is getting ridiculous. Before he can decide what to do, someone pops up abruptly beside him, very, very close.
“And Master?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
The Doctor looks left, looks right, considering. And then he leans in, and plants a very quick peck on the Master’s cheek.
“It’s good to see you back.”
Before the Master can do anything at all, the Doctor has vanished, and the Master can just hear the sound of a TARDIS, fading away in the distance.
The Cybearshark tag.
You all know what's coming here, don't you?
Rating: PG
Pairing: 11/Master (I think it's Simm, but ymmv)
Word Count: 'bout 200
Warnings: Well, minor character death, I suppose. Also, technically not cybear-, but I think it counts. And sort-of spoilers for A Christmas Carol.
Summary: The Master's efforts to impress the Doctor yield predictable results.
“What have you done?”
It’s not like the Master hasn’t heard that one before. The Doctor has been saying that sort of thing to him for centuries. Still, if he’s entirely honest, he might have deserved it just a little, most of those other times. This time, he's fairly certain he's been wronged.
"Saved your life, you bloody ingrate! Again."
"But you killed her! You wonder why I won’t...well...and yet you run around killing my friends, and...”
“Friend? Doctor, it was a giant flying shark. It was going to chew you up and spit out the bones.”
“Her name was Ermentrude!” the Doctor exclaims, and flounces off in a huff.
The Master stands stunned for a moment. He’s had some failed plans in the past, but really, this is getting ridiculous. Before he can decide what to do, someone pops up abruptly beside him, very, very close.
“And Master?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
The Doctor looks left, looks right, considering. And then he leans in, and plants a very quick peck on the Master’s cheek.
“It’s good to see you back.”
Before the Master can do anything at all, the Doctor has vanished, and the Master can just hear the sound of a TARDIS, fading away in the distance.