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beholdthedrums) wrote2009-07-01 04:23 am
beholdthedrums) wrote2009-07-01 04:23 am
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FIC: Mistaken Identity
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Prompt: Have you ever been mistaken for someone else?
Character(s): The Master, the Doctor
Words: 304
it's like crack, or something dumb
Mistaken Identity
“…Doctor. London, really?” the Master asks him. He isn’t sulking about this. Of course not. “Honestly, I would rather stay in the TARDIS. There’s far too much trouble in this place for me. You should know that.”
“Oh, Master, you’re worrying too much.”
“Yes. That’s right. I am completely imagining the funny stares people are giving me.”
“Hm? People are giving you stares?”
The Master sends him a very dull look. They were on Earth for Martha Jones’ wedding – which is something he, of all people, should not be attending, anyway. Even though the Doctor assured him that Martha gave him the ‘okay.’ The Master doesn’t believe him. And he also reminds him that he doesn’t want to go.
“Take a wild guess why people are giving me funny stares.”
The Doctor looks him up and down, then shrugs. “Maybe because you’re glaring at them.”
He hoped the Doctor was joking, otherwise he was going to ring his neck before they made it to the church. He thinks about doing it, anyway, and then some sorry sod approaches him.
“Excuse me, sir, but aren’t you… aren’t you Harold Saxon?”
The Doctor physically has to hold him back from killing the guy. He relents, only slightly. “No, I just happen to share striking similarities with the man!” This use to amuse him. It’s long since gotten old. He makes another move to harm the man before the sod runs off, and the Master glares at the Doctor. “I should at least be allowed to kill one of them today.”
“No, Master, that’s not the best of ideas…”
“Oh, like your grand idea of taking me along to Miss Jones’ wedding? How brilliant. A room full of people that can wonder ‘is that Harold Saxon?’ …what joys.”
“Maybe we can announce beforehand about it…”
“I hate you.”
justpromptsPrompt: Have you ever been mistaken for someone else?
Character(s): The Master, the Doctor
Words: 304
Mistaken Identity
“…Doctor. London, really?” the Master asks him. He isn’t sulking about this. Of course not. “Honestly, I would rather stay in the TARDIS. There’s far too much trouble in this place for me. You should know that.”
“Oh, Master, you’re worrying too much.”
“Yes. That’s right. I am completely imagining the funny stares people are giving me.”
“Hm? People are giving you stares?”
The Master sends him a very dull look. They were on Earth for Martha Jones’ wedding – which is something he, of all people, should not be attending, anyway. Even though the Doctor assured him that Martha gave him the ‘okay.’ The Master doesn’t believe him. And he also reminds him that he doesn’t want to go.
“Take a wild guess why people are giving me funny stares.”
The Doctor looks him up and down, then shrugs. “Maybe because you’re glaring at them.”
He hoped the Doctor was joking, otherwise he was going to ring his neck before they made it to the church. He thinks about doing it, anyway, and then some sorry sod approaches him.
“Excuse me, sir, but aren’t you… aren’t you Harold Saxon?”
The Doctor physically has to hold him back from killing the guy. He relents, only slightly. “No, I just happen to share striking similarities with the man!” This use to amuse him. It’s long since gotten old. He makes another move to harm the man before the sod runs off, and the Master glares at the Doctor. “I should at least be allowed to kill one of them today.”
“No, Master, that’s not the best of ideas…”
“Oh, like your grand idea of taking me along to Miss Jones’ wedding? How brilliant. A room full of people that can wonder ‘is that Harold Saxon?’ …what joys.”
“Maybe we can announce beforehand about it…”
“I hate you.”