Doctor Who -- Are We Human? (a Ficlet)
The Master swaggered to the room in a decidedly smug way.
He was Supreme.
He was the Master.
He was every single person on planet Earth.
And he had the Doctor at his mercy yet again.
He had things to do. Evil plans to finish. The universe wouldn’t dominate itself. But, he felt that a little bit of gloating was in order. He could spare a minute or two. The Doctor wasn’t going anywhere, neither was the old man.
He approached the Doctor’s chair. “Comfortable?” He smirked as the Doctor sat there, still and silent. Not that he really could do much bound and gagged. His eyes bored into the Master, trying to anticipate his next move, and the move after that and the move after that and the move after that.
He let out a laugh. The Doctor was never going to expect what he was going to do next. He was one step ahead this time.
He pulled out a remote from his pocket. He pointed it at the old man. It was funny to watch him flinch, and even funnier to see the Doctor’s eyes widen a little.
Absolutely grinning, he pushed in the play button and music started to boom through the room. He danced. It was his victory lap. The Master spun The Doctor’s chair around, secretly hoping that he would get dizzy and end up sick all over himself. He kept dancing all throughout the first verse or so. And then the chorus began.
The Master added his voice to the singer’s and belted out...
“. . . My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I’m on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we huuuumaan
Or are we MASTER
He was Supreme.
He was the Master.
He was every single person on planet Earth.
And he had the Doctor at his mercy yet again.
He had things to do. Evil plans to finish. The universe wouldn’t dominate itself. But, he felt that a little bit of gloating was in order. He could spare a minute or two. The Doctor wasn’t going anywhere, neither was the old man.
He approached the Doctor’s chair. “Comfortable?” He smirked as the Doctor sat there, still and silent. Not that he really could do much bound and gagged. His eyes bored into the Master, trying to anticipate his next move, and the move after that and the move after that and the move after that.
He let out a laugh. The Doctor was never going to expect what he was going to do next. He was one step ahead this time.
He pulled out a remote from his pocket. He pointed it at the old man. It was funny to watch him flinch, and even funnier to see the Doctor’s eyes widen a little.
Absolutely grinning, he pushed in the play button and music started to boom through the room. He danced. It was his victory lap. The Master spun The Doctor’s chair around, secretly hoping that he would get dizzy and end up sick all over himself. He kept dancing all throughout the first verse or so. And then the chorus began.
The Master added his voice to the singer’s and belted out...
“. . . My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I’m on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we huuuumaan
Or are we MASTER