[Doctor Who: resonance structures]

[fahye_fic]

Title: Resonance Structures
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2027
Notes: There is a very good chance that this is the geekiest thing I have ever written. I don't know. I opened a document a couple of hours ago and started to drabble Doctor/Master with absolutely no idea of where I was going, and somehow THIS happened

Comments

[ariastar]

I I cannot breathe.

FAHYE. I finally understand the sensation of going to sleep and waking up in the morning to discover something that I nearly could have written except that though I might have desperately wanted to include the fabulous extended chemistry metaphor I wouldn't have and and oh my god. <333

You have the only Master voice that sounds possibly exactly like my Master voice in my head and there is no end to my delight. He has the same pauses. I think I have run out of words.

until he can't tell where the drums end and the blood begins, by the way, may have inspired a muffled squeaking noise.

KEEP TALKING NERDY TO ME.

[fahye]

YOU SEE HOW STRANGE/AMAZING IT IS? I feel like there's going to have to be a fic built around a physics metaphor, now, seeing as how I've done a biology one and a chemistry one.

It's good that you think I can write the Master because I feel like I can't write Ten at all when he's being emo.

[fahye]

HAHAHAH THAT AD. I had never seen it before, and I love it.

Thanks so much :)

[_medley_]

And where K represents the way it feels to stand with your arms outstretched and let the magnetic field of eternity strip you down to your core and then give your thoughts back to you, one by one.

That is gorgeous. This whole thing is. It's science poetry. And it's so very, very them. I can't decide which one of them I love more.

[fahye]

Thank you! Science poetry is pretty much exactly what I was aiming for.

[aralias]

Inertia is just a held breath away from volatility.

that is a wonderful line, though all of it is rather wonderful. love the extended metaphor and how accurately it fits around these two, and the way it ends without either of them really having to give up becuase they ought to balance each other like that, and of course the change to hear more about three dimensional chess.

i also just love this: The Master clenches his hand around a piece of string -- deeply unsatisfying, there is barely anything for him to hold, and so his fingernails just dig into his own flesh -- and tries not to look surprised.

great images, beautifully expressed :)

[fahye]

Oh, thank you so much for pointing out which lines you liked :) The extended metaphor surprised even me with how beautifully it fell into place, even though I think it got a wee bit too obscure in parts.

[ghostrunner7]

Oh, this is fantastically beautiful. And combustible. And the chemistry talk... reading this counts as studying, right?

You make me want to devise stoichiometric equations about turning humans into timelords, one timelord into another, find the limiting reagent involved in regeneration.

[fahye]

Combustible! Exactly! Thank you. (And yes, this absolutely counts as studying.)

If you wrote a fic about that I would be ALL OVER IT.