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Title: The Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observation of David Theta of Houses Lungbarrow and Oakden (as related by his father, and not meant for publication). Chapter One.
Pairing: Five/Ainley
Length: 8,000
Summary: It had come as no real surprise to the Doctor that the Master owned a fully functional genetic loom. Kidfic.
Warnings/Rating: R
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian):
aralias
Why this must be read: This is everything I ever wanted in a fic for these two, domesticity done intelligently. It is completely charming and very funny. Both the Doctor and the Master are perfectly themselves and cohabiting adorably and convincingly. Reading them doing the parental thing (and it is more about them as parents that the actual child which I like very much) is wonderful and again every action, serious or amusing rings true to the character.
Excerpt:
“Ah Doctor. You’re late,” the Master told him several hours later when the Doctor finally returned to the TARDIS.
“Well, it’s difficult work, toppling an entire empire,” the Doctor explained, tactfully not mentioning how much earlier he would have been if the Master had bothered to come looking for him. Instead the Master seemed to have spent his time painting a rocking-‘horse’ in the shape of a Vortisaur. It was drying now to one side of the chair the Master was sitting in, and seemed to give the Doctor a disapproving look as he removed his coat, and seated himself on the Master’s lap. “Where’s David?” he asked after an opening kiss.
“I put him to bed hours ago,” the Master said, helping the Doctor tug his jumper up and over his head.
“Ah.” The Doctor kicked his trainers off. “Then you would describe us as alone?”
“Aside from Valuncrulip over there,” the Master agreed. “The Vortisaur,” he explained.
Link to the story: http://aralias.livejournal.com/523911.html
Pairing: Five/Ainley
Length: 8,000
Summary: It had come as no real surprise to the Doctor that the Master owned a fully functional genetic loom. Kidfic.
Warnings/Rating: R
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian):
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Why this must be read: This is everything I ever wanted in a fic for these two, domesticity done intelligently. It is completely charming and very funny. Both the Doctor and the Master are perfectly themselves and cohabiting adorably and convincingly. Reading them doing the parental thing (and it is more about them as parents that the actual child which I like very much) is wonderful and again every action, serious or amusing rings true to the character.
Excerpt:
“Ah Doctor. You’re late,” the Master told him several hours later when the Doctor finally returned to the TARDIS.
“Well, it’s difficult work, toppling an entire empire,” the Doctor explained, tactfully not mentioning how much earlier he would have been if the Master had bothered to come looking for him. Instead the Master seemed to have spent his time painting a rocking-‘horse’ in the shape of a Vortisaur. It was drying now to one side of the chair the Master was sitting in, and seemed to give the Doctor a disapproving look as he removed his coat, and seated himself on the Master’s lap. “Where’s David?” he asked after an opening kiss.
“I put him to bed hours ago,” the Master said, helping the Doctor tug his jumper up and over his head.
“Ah.” The Doctor kicked his trainers off. “Then you would describe us as alone?”
“Aside from Valuncrulip over there,” the Master agreed. “The Vortisaur,” he explained.
Link to the story: http://aralias.livejournal.com/523911.html