Last of the Timelords pt 3
Title: Last of the Timelords pt 3
Pairing Ten/Chibi!Master
Rating : PG
Spoiler: thru S3, if you haven't seen all of season 3, read at your own risk
Disclaimer : I claim Chibi!Master
Summary : What really happened at the end of Season 3
Challenge: Summer Chibi Challenge on Whooligans ,
jesidres,
A/N : Enjoy.....
Last of the Timelords
Chibi!Master huffed resignedly, and with a pout, folded his arms and leaned limply against the Doctor, all fight seeming to have left him, as he watched his captor warily.
"Ah, give up do you? We don't always have to be at odds, you could stay here, with me." The Doctor bent his head sympathetically towards his charge. "I'll take care of-- Ouch!"
Tears filled his eyes. "Whad you go an do dat for?"
"MEEP!" Chibi!Master retaliated, fist still raised.
"I do not hab Grackoozer breaf." sniffled the Doctor, amidst a punctuated series of meeps. "And, unlike you," he gently prodded at his throbbing nose. "*I* won't keep you as a pet."
Another pained yelp escaped the Doctor, as the small timelord made his getaway.
"You bit me!" He stared in shock at the tiny, half-circle impressions, left on his index finger.
"Squeak!"
"Good!" shot back the Doctor vehemently. "I'm not suppose to taste good!"
They stood glaring fiercely at each other, neither one moving, nor blinking. Brown eyes locked onto brown eyes, a stalemate.
The TARDIS landed with a thud, throwing both occupants to the floor in crumpled heaps. Chibi!Master was the first on his feet, and racing towards the door with an excited meep, as the Doctor dashed after him.
"Don't you dare set foot outside." warned the Doctor, who was met with an evil-up-to-no-good-grin, as his miniature rival sidled through the open door. "We are *not* here to take over--"
"the."
"world."
The two figures stood just outside the blue police box, staring over the expanse of white sand.
"But, then again..."
++lastofthetimelords++
The glare of the twin suns radiated off the empty beach, broken only by the large, multi-coloured umbrella, propped in the sand. Underneath its shade, lay the Doctor, stretched back on a chaise lounge, wearing only flip-flops and a pair of brown, pinstriped swim trunks. Lazily reaching into the cooler beside him, he pulled out two large, iced glasses, topped with mini umbrellas and embellished with banana halves.
"Master."
Chibi!Master sulkily accepted the offered drink, plopped back down on the sand, and continued zapping sand crabs with his laser screwdriver.
Zip zip zip ZAP!
Pairing Ten/Chibi!Master
Rating : PG
Spoiler: thru S3, if you haven't seen all of season 3, read at your own risk
Disclaimer : I claim Chibi!Master
Summary : What really happened at the end of Season 3
Challenge: Summer Chibi Challenge on Whooligans ,
jesidres,
A/N : Enjoy.....
Last of the Timelords
Chibi!Master huffed resignedly, and with a pout, folded his arms and leaned limply against the Doctor, all fight seeming to have left him, as he watched his captor warily.
"Ah, give up do you? We don't always have to be at odds, you could stay here, with me." The Doctor bent his head sympathetically towards his charge. "I'll take care of-- Ouch!"
Tears filled his eyes. "Whad you go an do dat for?"
"MEEP!" Chibi!Master retaliated, fist still raised.
"I do not hab Grackoozer breaf." sniffled the Doctor, amidst a punctuated series of meeps. "And, unlike you," he gently prodded at his throbbing nose. "*I* won't keep you as a pet."
Another pained yelp escaped the Doctor, as the small timelord made his getaway.
"You bit me!" He stared in shock at the tiny, half-circle impressions, left on his index finger.
"Squeak!"
"Good!" shot back the Doctor vehemently. "I'm not suppose to taste good!"
They stood glaring fiercely at each other, neither one moving, nor blinking. Brown eyes locked onto brown eyes, a stalemate.
The TARDIS landed with a thud, throwing both occupants to the floor in crumpled heaps. Chibi!Master was the first on his feet, and racing towards the door with an excited meep, as the Doctor dashed after him.
"Don't you dare set foot outside." warned the Doctor, who was met with an evil-up-to-no-good-grin, as his miniature rival sidled through the open door. "We are *not* here to take over--"
"the."
"world."
The two figures stood just outside the blue police box, staring over the expanse of white sand.
"But, then again..."
++lastofthetimelords++
The glare of the twin suns radiated off the empty beach, broken only by the large, multi-coloured umbrella, propped in the sand. Underneath its shade, lay the Doctor, stretched back on a chaise lounge, wearing only flip-flops and a pair of brown, pinstriped swim trunks. Lazily reaching into the cooler beside him, he pulled out two large, iced glasses, topped with mini umbrellas and embellished with banana halves.
"Master."
Chibi!Master sulkily accepted the offered drink, plopped back down on the sand, and continued zapping sand crabs with his laser screwdriver.
Zip zip zip ZAP!