Title: (Not) Playing to Win
Characters/Pairing: The Doctor and the Master
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: In which the Doctor is merciful, or so he would like to believe.
Notes: Mostly, I just had to write something to prove I could. Drabbles are good for that. I blame a lot of this Master on
trollopfop, and conversations while watching Last of the Time Lords. Written for
justprompts.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who, Torchwood, and all characters belong to the BBC. I am not affiliated with the BBC, and am not making any money from this.
He looks tired.
A year ago, he was exuberant, laughing and triumphant, victory with no end in sight. Now, he looks tired, worn, and like he just wants it over with. The Doctor's hearts ache for him.
It's hard to see his old friend in the man before him now, the man playing through the steps of a near-flawless plan like a man marching to his own execution.
The Master doesn't play to win, because then the age-old game would be over. Will be over.
The Doctor can break those perfect plans, and when he does, it will be merciful.