Not This Time: Dr. Who Drabble
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Not This Time
Fandom: Dr. Who
Pairing: The Tenth Doctor/Simm!Master
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death (maybe). Sadistic glee and suggestions of very unpleasant things such as torture and maybe non-con.
Author’s Note: Set at the end of Season 3. Written for slashthedrabble prompt #231: No Happily Ever After.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Not This Time
I had him for a year.
I kept him locked up in a cage; mine to play with. He got to be the misused toy, the abused pet, and I was the brat that poked and prodded and twisted and tore.
I can’t speak for him, but I had fun.
I made his life a living hell. I did. I made him old, I made him scream, and I even made him wear Lucy’s dress. I did horrible things to him and his friends and his precious planet earth. I enjoyed every minute of it.
Then he ruined everything.
He forgave me for that long year’s worth of humiliation and pain. He opened his mind to me and I saw he was sincere. He didn’t want revenge, not him. All he wanted was to take care of me for the rest of eternity. He promised that when things grew twisted, he’d make them smooth, soothe the savage beast, that he’d hold me when the drums beat loud and everything fell away…
Where’s the fun in that?
I’d rather die.
Sorry, Doctor.
You’ve lost this patient even before the treatment could begin.
There’ll be no happily ever after, not this time.
Title: Not This Time
Fandom: Dr. Who
Pairing: The Tenth Doctor/Simm!Master
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death (maybe). Sadistic glee and suggestions of very unpleasant things such as torture and maybe non-con.
Author’s Note: Set at the end of Season 3. Written for slashthedrabble prompt #231: No Happily Ever After.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Not This Time
I had him for a year.
I kept him locked up in a cage; mine to play with. He got to be the misused toy, the abused pet, and I was the brat that poked and prodded and twisted and tore.
I can’t speak for him, but I had fun.
I made his life a living hell. I did. I made him old, I made him scream, and I even made him wear Lucy’s dress. I did horrible things to him and his friends and his precious planet earth. I enjoyed every minute of it.
Then he ruined everything.
He forgave me for that long year’s worth of humiliation and pain. He opened his mind to me and I saw he was sincere. He didn’t want revenge, not him. All he wanted was to take care of me for the rest of eternity. He promised that when things grew twisted, he’d make them smooth, soothe the savage beast, that he’d hold me when the drums beat loud and everything fell away…
Where’s the fun in that?
I’d rather die.
Sorry, Doctor.
You’ve lost this patient even before the treatment could begin.
There’ll be no happily ever after, not this time.