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beholdthedrums) wrote2009-07-01 05:08 am
beholdthedrums) wrote2009-07-01 05:08 am
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FIC: Post-It Notes
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Prompt: Post-It Notes (picture)
Character(s): The Master, the Doctor
Words: 182
Yes, I have been having ajustprompts fest these last few days. I've been slacking so much, it's really overdue.
Post-It Notes
One of the first things the Master did after the Doctor managed to ‘keep him’ was mess with the TARDIS console. He left the ship, herself, alone (they weren’t on the best of terms, after all), but he found small post-it notes scattered in hidden sections of it in Gallifreyan. Those he took and ripped up, then wrote his own and replaced them. He then sat back and waited for the Doctor to make his return.
“So, how about it? Where’d you like to go?”
The Master didn’t answer; he merely watched as the Doctor made his way around the console, natural movements and all that. Then – and it was a beautiful moment – he locked up, eyes double-taking to one of the Master’s new notes. He frowned, eying it, then checked the others until he was around again and staring at the Master, suddenly looking worn out.
The Master opened a palm and let the former, shredded notes fall to the floor, some pieces slipping through the ship’s grating.
Then the Doctor stalked off, and the Master's face lifted with a triumphant, thrilled grin.
justpromptsPrompt: Post-It Notes (picture)
Character(s): The Master, the Doctor
Words: 182
Yes, I have been having a
justprompts fest these last few days. I've been slacking so much, it's really overdue.Post-It Notes
One of the first things the Master did after the Doctor managed to ‘keep him’ was mess with the TARDIS console. He left the ship, herself, alone (they weren’t on the best of terms, after all), but he found small post-it notes scattered in hidden sections of it in Gallifreyan. Those he took and ripped up, then wrote his own and replaced them. He then sat back and waited for the Doctor to make his return.
“So, how about it? Where’d you like to go?”
The Master didn’t answer; he merely watched as the Doctor made his way around the console, natural movements and all that. Then – and it was a beautiful moment – he locked up, eyes double-taking to one of the Master’s new notes. He frowned, eying it, then checked the others until he was around again and staring at the Master, suddenly looking worn out.
The Master opened a palm and let the former, shredded notes fall to the floor, some pieces slipping through the ship’s grating.
Then the Doctor stalked off, and the Master's face lifted with a triumphant, thrilled grin.