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beholdthedrums) wrote2009-10-20 07:49 am
beholdthedrums) wrote2009-10-20 07:49 am
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FIC: Simple Manipulation
Character(s): The Master, Donna Noble
Words: 431
Part of the Doctor-proof series. Precedes anything else that's been written for such.
Simple Manipulation
They spend about two weeks doing nearly nothing related to work. Tea in the kitchenette, sword fights on the back lawn (it's almost the same dance as with the Doctor, but Donna has a different style of her own, and she could catch the Master by surprise at times), pointless discussions about the universe on the porch. It's domestic and strange, yet it doesn't bother him so much.
Donna wakes up some days, scrunching her face when she finds the Master making breakfast, and she says things out of the blue.
Thursday: "Thank god you got rid of that beard in this regeneration."
"Really? I thought it always looked dastardly.”
"It doesn't." They had toast, jam, and eggs that morning.
Friday she throws something at his head and he swivels around with fury, snapping that there are other ways to get his attention, but then she redeems herself by unrolling some plans that she had been futzing around with, and the Master forgives her.
Saturday it's an afternoon of teaching her human tongue the simpler workings of Gallifreyan pronunciations while they fence. By nightfall she can mange quite a fair deal of the dead language, and Sunday morning she cheerfully greets him such.
Monday they have Carmen and Louie over for tea, and the Master has buckets full of fun with them! Donna simply scoffs, but she doesn't understand the pleasure in tweaking with someone's mind. Oh, he just can't help it, though! Carmen makes it so easy, and her husband is clueless.
"I want you to find a man called 'the Doctor,'" he tells Carmen when he pulls her out onto the porch, hands resting on his shoulders. "He really is an easy person to find, always getting himself into trouble, especially on Earth."
"This man, how do I know when I find him?"
"Here," the Master says, then nudges his thumbs against her temples and feeds her the proper information. "He'll be lurking in the corners of your mind until you find each other." He grins, chuckling softly, then leans his lips down besides her ear and whispers, "Tell him something for me, would you?"
Your song is ending.
It is returning true to dark.
He will knock four times.
He taps a finger along her skull, pulling away when Donna and Louie step. He cocks his head to the side, then says to the couple pleasantly, "Do have a safe journey. Keep an eye out for certain skinny gits. Ah, take care now, darlings!"
And he waves them off. Donna and him have work to get down to, after all.
Words: 431
Part of the Doctor-proof series. Precedes anything else that's been written for such.
Simple Manipulation
They spend about two weeks doing nearly nothing related to work. Tea in the kitchenette, sword fights on the back lawn (it's almost the same dance as with the Doctor, but Donna has a different style of her own, and she could catch the Master by surprise at times), pointless discussions about the universe on the porch. It's domestic and strange, yet it doesn't bother him so much.
Donna wakes up some days, scrunching her face when she finds the Master making breakfast, and she says things out of the blue.
Thursday: "Thank god you got rid of that beard in this regeneration."
"Really? I thought it always looked dastardly.”
"It doesn't." They had toast, jam, and eggs that morning.
Friday she throws something at his head and he swivels around with fury, snapping that there are other ways to get his attention, but then she redeems herself by unrolling some plans that she had been futzing around with, and the Master forgives her.
Saturday it's an afternoon of teaching her human tongue the simpler workings of Gallifreyan pronunciations while they fence. By nightfall she can mange quite a fair deal of the dead language, and Sunday morning she cheerfully greets him such.
Monday they have Carmen and Louie over for tea, and the Master has buckets full of fun with them! Donna simply scoffs, but she doesn't understand the pleasure in tweaking with someone's mind. Oh, he just can't help it, though! Carmen makes it so easy, and her husband is clueless.
"I want you to find a man called 'the Doctor,'" he tells Carmen when he pulls her out onto the porch, hands resting on his shoulders. "He really is an easy person to find, always getting himself into trouble, especially on Earth."
"This man, how do I know when I find him?"
"Here," the Master says, then nudges his thumbs against her temples and feeds her the proper information. "He'll be lurking in the corners of your mind until you find each other." He grins, chuckling softly, then leans his lips down besides her ear and whispers, "Tell him something for me, would you?"
Your song is ending.
It is returning true to dark.
He will knock four times.
He taps a finger along her skull, pulling away when Donna and Louie step. He cocks his head to the side, then says to the couple pleasantly, "Do have a safe journey. Keep an eye out for certain skinny gits. Ah, take care now, darlings!"
And he waves them off. Donna and him have work to get down to, after all.