The Drums of War
February 22nd, 2010 
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Name: The Master
When Anger Shows by Editors
It creeps all over you like a dull ache - think of all the things your hands could make. It pulls you to the ground, like soaking wet gloves, the change in your face when anger shows. In that moment you realize that something you thought would always be there will die... like everything else. These thoughts I must not think of, dreams I can't make sense of, I need you to tell me it's OK. These thoughts I must not think of, dreams I can't make sense of, I need you to tell me it's OK...
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05:55 pm - FIC: Burn at the Stake!
beholdthedrums: [Saxon] (Today we go to war!)
Character(s): The Master and The Doctor
Summary: Arriving in the middle of some poor bloke’s bedroom, during the time of this planet’s version of the Salem Witch Trials? The Master tsks in thought.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,614

Not exactly Shades of Three. It's pre-story and only actually mentioned once in the fic. Was also written awhile ago.

And anything So3-related is post-s3 AU. So they're 'traveling' and... having issues. Ta-da.

( It’s almost hysterical enough that he wants to rush around and give the TARDIS a hug, but that would only serve to reveal his position and put him up to the same fate that the Doctor was miserably facing alone. He claps his hands, rubs them together and a look of glee crosses his face; he walks around the console, still laughing, and the dead silence of the solemn TARDIS just makes it all even better. )
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