[REMIX] Remix Madness 2011 Ficlets
Title: Remix Madness 2011 Ficlets
Rating: PG-13
Length: 500 words approx
Fandom: Doctor Who
Challenge: Remix Madness 2011
First posted: 1st May 2011, in Remix Madness 2011
Summary: Two short Doctor Who remixes.
Notes: I'd missed Remix this year due to overlooking the sign-up date, so took the chance to play with the new Yuletide-inspired 'remix anything' followup.
Based on Paleolinguistics by AstroGirl.
The Master realised there was something he'd completely overlooked.
Ever since his return to his true self, he'd sensed nothing from the Time Lords, had known there must have been terrible consequences when the Daleks took the Cruciform. He didn't care to contemplate what it might mean. The thought was locked away in a deep dark corner of his mind to bring out when he saw the Doctor again, at a time when he could demand answers.
When his old enemy spoke to him on Martha Jones's phone, he replied with the Gallifreyan form of Doctor without thinking. But when the Doctor replied with a cautious Master in the same tongue, it hit him.
The first thing the Doctor had said was "I'm here."
He'd said: I'm here.
He'd said it in English.
All of a sudden things became clear to the Master, and he marvelled that it hadn't occurred to him immediately. If a Time Lord was speaking another language -- speaking it, thinking in it, using it automatically, not merely letting his TARDIS translate for him -- he must long ago have abandoned the use of his native tongue.
Even the Doctor wouldn't do that if he had anyone left to speak it with. It must be absolutely burning him up. It even twisted his own hearts.
He could hear his voice shake as he replied in careful Gallifreyan -- to ensure the Doctor knew he understood what it must have meant for him to be able to speak even one word of that language again, and to taunt the Doctor with the knowledge. "I love it when you use my name."
Based on Gone for a cup of tea (back in six months) by netgirl_y2k
The Doctor's hand hovered over the coordinate settings. This one was trickier than it looked, actually. If he didn't give it long enough to allow the fifth planet's recorded sporting holy war history to happen, it would destabilise the entire temporal structure of coalition space. Probably. On the other hand, it seemed -- well, unsporting to let it run on too far in case they devastated the entire planet. Poisonous scrum gas and high explosive penalty spots were pretty nasty stuff.
He might have known it would be a bad idea to bring Rhys and Mickey here and let them do their own thing. Oh well ... call it a couple of hundred years. That should do it, near enough. He landed the TARDIS and paused before opening the doors. Come to think of it, how did you stop bitter warfare between the forces of the Church of the Blessed Rugby Sevens and the Hallowed Temple of Five-a-Side, and teach them a better way?
Wait a minute -- what about that stuff he'd shoved in store cupboard 574-C five regenerations ago, and never bothered with since?
Half an hour later the Doctor strolled out whistling into the middle of a battle-match, dressed in an old jumper he hadn't worn for decades, and carrying a kit bag full of objects made from leather and willow.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 500 words approx
Fandom: Doctor Who
Challenge: Remix Madness 2011
First posted: 1st May 2011, in Remix Madness 2011
Summary: Two short Doctor Who remixes.
Notes: I'd missed Remix this year due to overlooking the sign-up date, so took the chance to play with the new Yuletide-inspired 'remix anything' followup.
Based on Paleolinguistics by AstroGirl.
The Master realised there was something he'd completely overlooked.
Ever since his return to his true self, he'd sensed nothing from the Time Lords, had known there must have been terrible consequences when the Daleks took the Cruciform. He didn't care to contemplate what it might mean. The thought was locked away in a deep dark corner of his mind to bring out when he saw the Doctor again, at a time when he could demand answers.
When his old enemy spoke to him on Martha Jones's phone, he replied with the Gallifreyan form of Doctor without thinking. But when the Doctor replied with a cautious Master in the same tongue, it hit him.
The first thing the Doctor had said was "I'm here."
He'd said: I'm here.
He'd said it in English.
All of a sudden things became clear to the Master, and he marvelled that it hadn't occurred to him immediately. If a Time Lord was speaking another language -- speaking it, thinking in it, using it automatically, not merely letting his TARDIS translate for him -- he must long ago have abandoned the use of his native tongue.
Even the Doctor wouldn't do that if he had anyone left to speak it with. It must be absolutely burning him up. It even twisted his own hearts.
He could hear his voice shake as he replied in careful Gallifreyan -- to ensure the Doctor knew he understood what it must have meant for him to be able to speak even one word of that language again, and to taunt the Doctor with the knowledge. "I love it when you use my name."
Based on Gone for a cup of tea (back in six months) by netgirl_y2k
The Doctor's hand hovered over the coordinate settings. This one was trickier than it looked, actually. If he didn't give it long enough to allow the fifth planet's recorded sporting holy war history to happen, it would destabilise the entire temporal structure of coalition space. Probably. On the other hand, it seemed -- well, unsporting to let it run on too far in case they devastated the entire planet. Poisonous scrum gas and high explosive penalty spots were pretty nasty stuff.
He might have known it would be a bad idea to bring Rhys and Mickey here and let them do their own thing. Oh well ... call it a couple of hundred years. That should do it, near enough. He landed the TARDIS and paused before opening the doors. Come to think of it, how did you stop bitter warfare between the forces of the Church of the Blessed Rugby Sevens and the Hallowed Temple of Five-a-Side, and teach them a better way?
Wait a minute -- what about that stuff he'd shoved in store cupboard 574-C five regenerations ago, and never bothered with since?
Half an hour later the Doctor strolled out whistling into the middle of a battle-match, dressed in an old jumper he hadn't worn for decades, and carrying a kit bag full of objects made from leather and willow.