Endless Circle of Fic Continues With Jarod And The Master
Yeah, I know, I'm being a bit spammy today. But after taking forever to get around to the last one of these, I thought I'd try to make up for it a bit by being zippy with this one. This is for graycardinal, who requested, "Jarod encounters the Master; the Master blinks." This is probably even more snippet-y than usual; I'll leave it to you to imagine the context.
As always, the first eligible person to comment on this post can request a ficlet prompt. Feedback on this ficlet is not necessary to request a new one. The only rule is no repeat customers, though, of course, it's a good idea to request something in a fandom I'm familiar with. If you're not sure about a particular fandom, go ahead and ask anyway. The worst that will happen is that I'll ask you if you want to change your prompt. Or else you'll get OOC crack. I make no guarantees about how long it takes me to get to these. Could be hours, could be months.
For reference, the people who have requested fic so far, and are thus currently ineligible, are: jaxomsride, sallymn, redstarrobot, kernezelda, kerravonsen, eve11, ultrapsychobrat, vilakins, izhilzha, ladymercury_10, aelfgyfu_mead, mtgat kalypso_v, trixieleitz, pherber_m, jhall1, wychwood, entropy_house, knight_random, espresso_addict and graycardinal. (One of these days, I'm going to run out of requesters, but it hasn't happened yet!) [ETA: Claimed!]
Title: Nothing But Mind Games
Fandoms: The Pretender/Doctor Who
Characters: Jarod, The Master
Rating/Warnings: G, none, except for a bit of evilness
Length: 140 words
Nothing But Mind Games
The man leaned forward and peered deep into Jarod's eyes. His voice dripped with casual arrogance. "I am the Master," he said, "and you will obey me."
Jarod could feel a force pressing in against his mind, trying to make him do something -- to make him be something he didn't want to be. Under other circumstances, he would be interested in learning how it worked, but just at the moment...
"Well, I'm Jarod," he said. "And I stopped being obedient years ago."
The Master pulled back a little, blinking, and Jarod could see the flicker of hesitation, the moment of vulnerability between mistake and recovery.
"And you know what else?" he said. "I don't need mind control abilities to get into your head."
He pressed the button to spring his trap, and grinned as the Master began to scream.
As always, the first eligible person to comment on this post can request a ficlet prompt. Feedback on this ficlet is not necessary to request a new one. The only rule is no repeat customers, though, of course, it's a good idea to request something in a fandom I'm familiar with. If you're not sure about a particular fandom, go ahead and ask anyway. The worst that will happen is that I'll ask you if you want to change your prompt. Or else you'll get OOC crack. I make no guarantees about how long it takes me to get to these. Could be hours, could be months.
For reference, the people who have requested fic so far, and are thus currently ineligible, are: jaxomsride, sallymn, redstarrobot, kernezelda, kerravonsen, eve11, ultrapsychobrat, vilakins, izhilzha, ladymercury_10, aelfgyfu_mead, mtgat kalypso_v, trixieleitz, pherber_m, jhall1, wychwood, entropy_house, knight_random, espresso_addict and graycardinal. (One of these days, I'm going to run out of requesters, but it hasn't happened yet!) [ETA: Claimed!]
Title: Nothing But Mind Games
Fandoms: The Pretender/Doctor Who
Characters: Jarod, The Master
Rating/Warnings: G, none, except for a bit of evilness
Length: 140 words
Nothing But Mind Games
The man leaned forward and peered deep into Jarod's eyes. His voice dripped with casual arrogance. "I am the Master," he said, "and you will obey me."
Jarod could feel a force pressing in against his mind, trying to make him do something -- to make him be something he didn't want to be. Under other circumstances, he would be interested in learning how it worked, but just at the moment...
"Well, I'm Jarod," he said. "And I stopped being obedient years ago."
The Master pulled back a little, blinking, and Jarod could see the flicker of hesitation, the moment of vulnerability between mistake and recovery.
"And you know what else?" he said. "I don't need mind control abilities to get into your head."
He pressed the button to spring his trap, and grinned as the Master began to scream.