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Prompt: 319 - Friday, and 
[info]best_served_hot 's first lines meme.
Word count: 997, not including the borrowed first lines..
Author's note: Idk what you mean when you say you want comprehensible plot. 
 




the end.

The air was light and cool, blowing gently and ruffling their hair and clothes without being bothersome. The Doctor shut her eyes briefly, sharpening her perception to the feel of wind on her skin, then slowly allowed her senses to open outward, from the tips of her fingers to the sensitive skin of her bare shoulders.

The Master splayed his fingers out along her collarbone, and she shivered. He was close now, close enough that she could feel a distinct bulge pressing against her hip bone.

She tilted her head so she could see him better and smiled, a little cheekily. “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

 

between.

Glass shattering roused the Doctor abruptly. She didn’t move or open her eyes at first - just the feel of time flowing around her was too much sensation right now, even without the addition of light, colour and motion. But someone kicked her in the ribs, lightly at first, then more insistently. “Rise and shine, Doctor,” the Master said, his voice grating on her mind. “It’s time to face the day.”

Her eyes opened, unfocused at first. His faced blurred and swam in front of her eyes, so she rolled onto her side and threw up a bit. It didn’t help, but at least some of it landed on his shoes, which was probably decent payback for whatever he did to her that she couldn’t remember.

Annoyingly, he didn’t seem particularly bothered by the presence of stomach acids on his leather shoes. “That’s it,” he said, purposefully too loud. “Detox! I should take pictures of you like this and broadcast them to your companions. They can make Christmas cards.”

“What happened?” she said, once she felt like she could speak and her head wouldn’t fall off or explode or anything inconvenient like that. He just laughed and pulled her to her feet, too fast.

And then the world exploded.

 

 

Friday the Thirteenth (or, why the Doctor could never get the hang of Thursdays, cnt'd.) )


ladyoftime: (the angsty icon)
The Doctor needs to be understood.

It’s a trait common to every species in the universe. Everyone needs someone to share their woes with, to connect with and finish each other’s sentences because they know their fellow so well. The Doctor is jealous, because people- all over the universe, people- are bonding and understanding, and she doesn’t have that.

continued )


Community: [livejournal.com profile] oncoming_storms
Prompt: 1.8 - I need this one thing from you...
Word Count: 711
Warning: Very minute spoilerish for the end of the third season. Probably most people know it already, but there you go.

Archiving. Sorry if you've seen this already.

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