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Sep. 21st, 2011 11:44 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
I'm not sure exactly how historical this is, but it had to be done. Also it is surely the fault of
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Hey, sorry, I meant to get these out days ago but life got busy (why on earth do people work and why did nobody warn me?) and then whenever I did have a few minutes Lj seemed to just die on me.
Anyway, as an apology, have some fics.
Title: The Thousand Natural Shocks
Pairing: Ten/Simm
Length: 8,600 words
Summary: Now, just when the Master has finally worked out how to die, the Doctor has apparently forgotten.
Warnings: None provided, I will say that it gets a little dark and kind of creepy in a few places.
Author on LJ: soda_and_capes
Why this must be read:
Because its incredible? The Master is crazy and the Doctor is broken and creepy and, actually, this kind of makes more sense than most of the Season of Specials, or maybe it makes them make more sense. I'm not sure. But it takes little pieces from Utopia to End of Time, and squishes them together into a really strong, cohesive fic. The fic feels familiar and in some places and rather strongly ironic and darkly amusing in others. The Doctor/Master aspects are pretty subdued, but still obvious when you notice them, and quite touching because they're so subtly inserted.
Excerpt:
Please let me help. The Master thinks the Doctor must have suddenly acquired a sense of humor. He watches the shock roll across the Doctor's face as the what have you become resolves itself into horrible realization. The Master tries to echo the look, when all he can really feel is joy at the mess the Doctor's mind is beaming straight into his. What have you become? Time breaks in shallow waves around the Doctor, snapping and twitching. It's gorgeous. The Master hopes it's at least partially his fault.
And so the Master runs. Because the Doctor is running toward him, not away, and the physics of it just take over the Master's body, equal and opposite.
He is so hungry.
Title: Redirection
Pairing: Eleven/Simm
Length: 1,900
Summary: "Don't be clever," the Master says, rolling his eyes, and raises the gun, and shoots.
Warnings: Hmmm. Ten regenerates? Not sure if that even counts as a warning, but whatever.
Author on AO3: bluestalking
Why this must be read:
It's really, really good. It's short, it’s funny, and it’s a nice way to get the morning on track. And this is one of the easiest reads I had lately (in a very good way). The Master is sarcastic and funny, 10 is himself and I should really hurry up and comment on this.
Excerpt:
"Master--" the Doctor starts--mm, the Master closes his eyes, he does like hearing his name-- "Master, I will care in every lifetime. Don't you see that?"
"You're mad," the Master says simply, and bursts into giggles. Isn't he ironic.
"Maybe," says the Doctor, which shuts the Master up for just a second.
The gap closes up behind them. The Time Lords are gone. Gallifrey is receding into unbeing in the Earth sky. Old man locked in the cupboard. The Doctor still won't look away. Big damn cow eyes.( [Parallax] )