a traveler from an antique land

Time doesn’t run linearly, of course. Just because a Doctor occupies one point in time and space, doesn’t mean she can’t be occupying others simultaneously. Ten years is a long time.

He sits at her table, not the other way around. The reasons blur over time, but she thinks it was because she looked a little lonely. He smiles brightly, and chatters, and offers her a pastry. She buys him a cuppa, and the pastries, too, so he won’t have to steal money from a bank machine this time.

He chats with her for an hour, and then runs off to save the world (again).


)No.
Not quite.(

( every angel is terrifying. )



Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 316 - What were you doing ten years ago?
Word count: 895
Author's note: This was supposed to be a silly Doctor&Doctor catch-up fic. My brain had other ideas. Sulk.

The Doctor is sprawled out on the grass, chin propped up in her hands as she listens to the soft tinkling of wind chimes in the distance, birds singing in counterpoint. Leaves born by gentle breezes paint swirls of colour on the wind; the overall effect is quite lovely.

“You realise, of course,” she says, “that this makes it a full month since you last tried to kill me.”

Her companion, clad all in black despite the hot suns in the sky, is seated stiffly with a tree trunk at his back. “Is that why you called for this ridiculous picnic?”

“It’s not ridiculous,” she answers, just a little bit hurt. “It’s quite nice, and I made sandwiches.”

As one, they turn their heads to examine the contents of the picnic basket. Several of the sandwiches appear to have grown legs, and are attempting to crawl away.

“Well,” the Doctor says, “I made them at some point.”

The two fall into silence as the Master uses his laser screwdriver to reduce the sandwiches to something resembling fried jelly.

“Well.” the Doctor says again, filling in the conversation lull, “I brought cheese, too, and apples.”

The Master fixes her with this look, this look that’s somewhere between frustration and horror and exasperation and just a touch of fondness (or so she likes to think). “Doctor,” he says, “if you attempt to feed me any more of your picnic lunch, I will slip aspirin into it.”

She rolls over onto her side and fixes him with the saddest face she can muster. “You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, but I do,” he says, and stands, wiping miniscule amounts of dirt from his clothing with gloved hands. “And I think I’ll be taking my leave from this ridiculous affair. Good day, Doctor.”

She means to object, she really does, but at that very moment, the tree the Master had been sitting against falls towards her. Only her fast reflexes prevent her from becoming a Doctor pancake.

“And I believe you’ll find it’s been five seconds, not a month, my dear Doctor,” the Master calls, without bothering to turn back.

She pushes a hefty tree branch off her stomach and huffs. “Git.”



Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 288 - Is redemption truly possible?
Word count: 367

D'you remember back when I posted that article about the Christmas special, with the two leaked pictures? Right, well, I dug deep into the internets and unearthed three more pictures. Two for the Christmas special, one for the new series.

The least spoiler-y, the new promo shot!



Srsly, Master, watch out for those women.

( Slightly more spoilerish screencap(s) behind cut, and MORE spoilers related to the new series. )