I was just digging in my WIPs folder for that Fanfic Friday meme, and I found this and realized I’d never posted it anywhere.
They only exist in moments stolen from time, interludes
bought by letting go of everything else.
Maybe they need that. If they
didn’t let go sometimes, it might kill them.Wrapped around the Master, the Doctor shivers.
“What is it?” the Master mumbles, drowsy but alert to the
Doctor’s distress.“I hate leaving,” the Doctor whispers regretfully.
“It hurts,” the Master agrees. “It lets us know we’re
alive. Pain and glory go hand in hand.”The Doctor smiles sadly.
“No one’s ever hurt me the way you do.”“You say the sweetest things.” The Master smiles and kisses his shoulder.
(For real though, after those episodes of Ten and The Master, was there a fuck-ton of fic? Because if not that’s an absolute waste of it’s-barely-subtext-are-you-serious)
Oh yeah, there was a fuck-ton of fic. There’s always been a fairly strong Doctor/Master subset to the fandom, and after that they stood up and screamed for a bit. 😀 They’ve gone fairly quiet again since, though.
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