Rec: Like Old Times
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best_enemiesThis will be my last set of recs. I hope you've enjoyed them!
Title: Like Old Times
Pairing: Simm!Master/Ten, Koschei/Theta
Length: 21,300
Summary: language, snark, mild violence, sexual situations, spoilers through DW S4
Warnings: The Master breaks things in the TARDIS until the Doctor almost goes insane, then they end up in the Vivarium, and then all hell breaks loose. The Doctor is not liking any of this – and while he's at it, the dream-flashback-things really, really need to stop.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian):![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tierfallen, who has a fic community at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tierfal, and is on AO3
Why this must be read:
There's a lot to love about this story. The banter between the Doctor and the Master, first and foremost!tierfallen has a great grasp of their voices, making the dialogue natural and in character. Besides that, it's just plain witty and fun to read. Even the telepathic banter is excellent, both because it is entertaining and because tierfal takes an interesting approach to their telepathy that is different from what I have seen before, making it primarily a dialogue of mental images, rather than words. Even the interactions between the Master and the TARDIS were brilliant and made me laugh.
I loved the way the story started, with the Master creatively breaking random things, not so much to a purpose but just to cause random chaos. The Doctor's mixed exasperation, trepidation, and relief at having the distraction of fixing things in response was great.
As well as being remarkable for the characterization and dialogue, this story is also a good scary adventure! I don't want to give too much away about what happens, but the reveal of what is going on was great. The pacing and suspense are very well done in this, making the story a very exciting read!
The Master had somehow made the faucet twist its neck around like something out of “Poltergeist,” and it was currently spraying cold water everywhere. The Doctor was battling both a temperamental sonic screwdriver and the very wet, very curious fellow Time Lord at his elbow.
“Harold Saxon,” the Master said, apparently apropos of nothing.
“Never existed,” the Doctor muttered, because if you didn’t humor him, he humored himself.
“But it’s a good, strong name, isn’t it?” the Master went on. The Doctor fiddled with the electron concentration setting, and the sink made a gurgling noise but didn’t relent. “That was fun. I liked Harold Saxon.”
“I liked Professor Yana,” the Doctor said. He was going to go for a wrench in a minute.
“You would,” the Master said.
Midway through wondering if he had a sonic wrench somewhere, the Doctor paused.
“Explain something to me,” he said.
The Master patted his arm. “Well, Doctor, when a man loves a woman—”
“If you’re so bloody brilliant,” the Doctor interrupted, “which you are, why do you keep breaking things?”
“I don’t break things.” The Master pouted, exaggeratedly. “Things break, and I happen to be in the room, or on the planet, or near them with a weapon, and you blame me, and I cry myself to sleep at night, unable to bear the stain of your ill will.”
The Doctor stopped without having mended the demonic plumbing. “Explain something else to me,” he said.
The Master attempted to flatten his extremely wet tie, looking at himself in the extremely wet mirror. “Much as I appreciate your acknowledgment of my superior intelligence, this explanation thing is getting a bit tedious.”
“Professor Yana,” the Doctor said. “He was kind, and brilliant, and completely selfless. He dedicated his life to the last chance, and he was going to die in his workshop so that the rocket could fly—to save everyone.” The Doctor had been kneeling on the linoleum in an ever-growing puddle, but now he forsook the incorrigible pipes and stood, watching the only other Time Lord alive. The Master looked back at him, eyes unrevealing. “But that was the Chameleon Arch. It can’t build a new person; it has to appropriate elements that were already there. Professor Yana is in you. Everything he did, you’re capable of.”
The Master met his gaze, unwavering, unmoved. “I’m capable of a lot of things,” he said. “As are you.”
The Doctor could hear himself breathing, could hear his pulses stuttering in his ears as both hearts skittered faster. They were like two glaciers now, built from a common source, frozen into behemoths. But they were shifting; they were always shifting, incrementally, and now that they had collided, perhaps they would meld. Perhaps they could cast off the topography, forget the ideological chasm between them, put aside the too-human standards for good and evil and focus in on a commonality that the universe had narrowed to just they two.
The faucet made a hideous noise and splattered water all over the Master’s face.
“Apparently,” he said, “fixing a sink is not among those things.”
Link to the story: Here
Title: Here Come the Drums
Pairing: Gen.
Length: 2:46
Warnings: None.
Musical Artist: the Cloister Belles on YouTube
Why this must be heard:
I adore this song. The recording quality isn't perfect, but the lovely vocal talents of the Cloister Belles mean I don't really mind! The lyrics are great, and the song itself has excellent momentum. It's a very driving, energetic piece of music. In term of the content, it's Simm!Master of the end of 'Utopia' and 'Sound of Drums' addressing the Doctor, so the energy level and sometimes taunting tone seem appropriate. It's a really fun song! I hope you'll give this a listen!
Link to the song: Here
Title: Like Old Times
Pairing: Simm!Master/Ten, Koschei/Theta
Length: 21,300
Summary: language, snark, mild violence, sexual situations, spoilers through DW S4
Warnings: The Master breaks things in the TARDIS until the Doctor almost goes insane, then they end up in the Vivarium, and then all hell breaks loose. The Doctor is not liking any of this – and while he's at it, the dream-flashback-things really, really need to stop.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian):
tierfallen, who has a fic community at tierfal, and is on AO3Why this must be read:
There's a lot to love about this story. The banter between the Doctor and the Master, first and foremost!
tierfallen has a great grasp of their voices, making the dialogue natural and in character. Besides that, it's just plain witty and fun to read. Even the telepathic banter is excellent, both because it is entertaining and because tierfal takes an interesting approach to their telepathy that is different from what I have seen before, making it primarily a dialogue of mental images, rather than words. Even the interactions between the Master and the TARDIS were brilliant and made me laugh.I loved the way the story started, with the Master creatively breaking random things, not so much to a purpose but just to cause random chaos. The Doctor's mixed exasperation, trepidation, and relief at having the distraction of fixing things in response was great.
As well as being remarkable for the characterization and dialogue, this story is also a good scary adventure! I don't want to give too much away about what happens, but the reveal of what is going on was great. The pacing and suspense are very well done in this, making the story a very exciting read!
The Master had somehow made the faucet twist its neck around like something out of “Poltergeist,” and it was currently spraying cold water everywhere. The Doctor was battling both a temperamental sonic screwdriver and the very wet, very curious fellow Time Lord at his elbow.
“Harold Saxon,” the Master said, apparently apropos of nothing.
“Never existed,” the Doctor muttered, because if you didn’t humor him, he humored himself.
“But it’s a good, strong name, isn’t it?” the Master went on. The Doctor fiddled with the electron concentration setting, and the sink made a gurgling noise but didn’t relent. “That was fun. I liked Harold Saxon.”
“I liked Professor Yana,” the Doctor said. He was going to go for a wrench in a minute.
“You would,” the Master said.
Midway through wondering if he had a sonic wrench somewhere, the Doctor paused.
“Explain something to me,” he said.
The Master patted his arm. “Well, Doctor, when a man loves a woman—”
“If you’re so bloody brilliant,” the Doctor interrupted, “which you are, why do you keep breaking things?”
“I don’t break things.” The Master pouted, exaggeratedly. “Things break, and I happen to be in the room, or on the planet, or near them with a weapon, and you blame me, and I cry myself to sleep at night, unable to bear the stain of your ill will.”
The Doctor stopped without having mended the demonic plumbing. “Explain something else to me,” he said.
The Master attempted to flatten his extremely wet tie, looking at himself in the extremely wet mirror. “Much as I appreciate your acknowledgment of my superior intelligence, this explanation thing is getting a bit tedious.”
“Professor Yana,” the Doctor said. “He was kind, and brilliant, and completely selfless. He dedicated his life to the last chance, and he was going to die in his workshop so that the rocket could fly—to save everyone.” The Doctor had been kneeling on the linoleum in an ever-growing puddle, but now he forsook the incorrigible pipes and stood, watching the only other Time Lord alive. The Master looked back at him, eyes unrevealing. “But that was the Chameleon Arch. It can’t build a new person; it has to appropriate elements that were already there. Professor Yana is in you. Everything he did, you’re capable of.”
The Master met his gaze, unwavering, unmoved. “I’m capable of a lot of things,” he said. “As are you.”
The Doctor could hear himself breathing, could hear his pulses stuttering in his ears as both hearts skittered faster. They were like two glaciers now, built from a common source, frozen into behemoths. But they were shifting; they were always shifting, incrementally, and now that they had collided, perhaps they would meld. Perhaps they could cast off the topography, forget the ideological chasm between them, put aside the too-human standards for good and evil and focus in on a commonality that the universe had narrowed to just they two.
The faucet made a hideous noise and splattered water all over the Master’s face.
“Apparently,” he said, “fixing a sink is not among those things.”
Link to the story: Here
Title: Here Come the Drums
Pairing: Gen.
Length: 2:46
Warnings: None.
Musical Artist: the Cloister Belles on YouTube
Why this must be heard:
I adore this song. The recording quality isn't perfect, but the lovely vocal talents of the Cloister Belles mean I don't really mind! The lyrics are great, and the song itself has excellent momentum. It's a very driving, energetic piece of music. In term of the content, it's Simm!Master of the end of 'Utopia' and 'Sound of Drums' addressing the Doctor, so the energy level and sometimes taunting tone seem appropriate. It's a really fun song! I hope you'll give this a listen!
Link to the song: Here
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