Best Enemies

Title: Symbiosis
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Cheetah Master
Length: 1523
Summary: Post-LoTL, the Doctor goes looking for trouble.
Warnings: General cheetah cuteness.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian): tweedymcgee 
Why this must be read:

It's the never-been-done-before Cheetah Master and Ten fic that everyone secretly needed to make their life complete. Yes, you know you needed it. It might be the first time you knew you needed such a thing, but now that it exists the need must be filled. Search your feelings. You know this is true.

Not only is this the never-done-before Cheetah Master and Ten fic that everyone needs, but it's also a gorgeous fic to regardless of that. The imagery of the cheetah planet is a joy to read and the Master's cat-like antics are purrrrectly written. Just ignore that pun, please. Really, I'd appreciate it if you did. Anyway, the sniffing, chuffing, kneading and nuzzling... It's all lovely cat behavior that you'd see in any Felis catus, except the Master is a lot bigger and less domesticated. The Doctor might need to look into getting his claws clipped actually. It would probably help in the long run.

Speaking of the Doctor, have I mentioned the lovely Ten voice? It is indeed a good Ten when the Master has to physically shut him up. <3

What more could you want in a fic? Well... More. XD Not sure if it will work, but I know there's been several people clamoring for a continuation. Imaging Donna's reaction to the Master is well worth the mental image, if nothing else.  Therefore, I rec to you and hopefully we can all convince tweedymcgee that we love it enough to find more plot for. One can always hope. If not, you still get a good fic, right?

Excerpt:

The great cat roared again, this time inches from his face. It bent its muzzle close to the Doctor, chuffing, its breath hot on his cheek. The Doctor squeezed his eyes shut and steeled himself, waiting for the animal to break his neck.

Sharp claws sank into his shoulders, piercing flesh through fabric, and the Doctor let out a strangled yelp. But it didn't seem intent on dismembering him, at least not yet. The cheetah shifted its weight from side to side on the Doctor's shoulders, claws rhythmically gripping and releasing.

It was kneading him. The Doctor groaned. Definitely the Master, then. He struggled to get a purchase against the rocky ground, to no avail.

Link to the story: Symbiosis.