rec: Ad Infinitum by LN29
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Story: Ad Infinitum
Author: LN29
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 3346
Author's Summary: On a dead and forgotten world, a Time Lord and a Time Lady meet again. But this time, it's not an accident.
Characters/Pairings: Twelfth Doctor/Missy
Warnings: None.
Recced because: It’s a missing scene between S8 & 9 and an brilliant, layered look at these two, not only in these particular incarnations but in the history of their interactions down through the years.
“So,” she said finally. “You’ve brought us here. To this dead planet…which, by the way, is morbid even by your standards…to leave footprints in the dust that hasn’t stirred in thousands of years. Where no one can see us, and no one can find us.”
She moved closer with every word, until they were practically an arm’s-length apart. Close enough that he could feel the air crackle between them, like a roll of thunder on the horizon.
Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.
“No one can touch us,” she whispered. “Anything could happen.”
Instead of backing away like she probably expected, the Doctor merely raised an eyebrow, not even entirely certain what sort of challenge he was issuing, but throwing down the gauntlet nevertheless. He was visibly unarmed, there was nothing that could be used as any sort of weapon nearby (he’d even left the sonic safely tucked away along with the TARDIS). She, on the other hand, could have concealed any number of weapons in that getup of hers.
Yet here he stood, defenseless and calm. Unafraid.
The Mistress hadn’t cornered the market on insanity after all.
Story: Ad Infinitum
Author: LN29
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 3346
Author's Summary: On a dead and forgotten world, a Time Lord and a Time Lady meet again. But this time, it's not an accident.
Characters/Pairings: Twelfth Doctor/Missy
Warnings: None.
Recced because: It’s a missing scene between S8 & 9 and an brilliant, layered look at these two, not only in these particular incarnations but in the history of their interactions down through the years.
“So,” she said finally. “You’ve brought us here. To this dead planet…which, by the way, is morbid even by your standards…to leave footprints in the dust that hasn’t stirred in thousands of years. Where no one can see us, and no one can find us.”
She moved closer with every word, until they were practically an arm’s-length apart. Close enough that he could feel the air crackle between them, like a roll of thunder on the horizon.
Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.
“No one can touch us,” she whispered. “Anything could happen.”
Instead of backing away like she probably expected, the Doctor merely raised an eyebrow, not even entirely certain what sort of challenge he was issuing, but throwing down the gauntlet nevertheless. He was visibly unarmed, there was nothing that could be used as any sort of weapon nearby (he’d even left the sonic safely tucked away along with the TARDIS). She, on the other hand, could have concealed any number of weapons in that getup of hers.
Yet here he stood, defenseless and calm. Unafraid.
The Mistress hadn’t cornered the market on insanity after all.