Chibi Challenge fic Last of the Time Lords pt 1
Title: Last of the Time Lords pt 1
Pairing : Ten/ chibi!master
Spoilers : thru S3 If you haven't seen all of season three, read at your own risk
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : I'm claiming chibi!master :P
Challenge : Chibi Summer Challenge on Whooligans by
jesidres ,
A/N : I'm pleading, hoping and begging for a chibi!master pic , and will continue the story if anyone cares....
Last of the Time Lords
Bang Bang Bang BOOM!
The pounding beat echoed in his mind.
Puffy eyes, bleary from grief, and copious amounts of hyper-vodka, barely made out the wavering shapes surrounding him, in the pale light of the console room.
Raising himself up off the uncomfortable, cold, metal grating, a wave of dizziness washed over him. Bracing himself with his hands, he lurched sideways, as the bottle his hand fell onto, rolled under the added weight. Unable to react quickly enough, he found himself sprawled awkwardly on his side, a muffled "Oooomph!" escaping.
Frowning slightly, he stuck his tongue out, pulled it back in, stuck it out, then in again. Experimenting, running his swollen and fluffy, no, hairy, furry, mossy, fuzzy, yes that was it, fuzzy tongue over his teeth. He wondered briefly, if everything would taste differently.
Bang Bang Bang BOOM!
The Doctor pressed sweaty palms to his temples, hoping to calm the steady tempo, ricocheting loudly in his skull. His hearts began to repeat the drumming, infusing his body with its repetitive cadence.
Was this what it felt like to go mad, lose one's mind? Were these the drums that haunted the Master?
Closing his eyes tightly, in an attempt to still the fluttery motion of the room, he curled into the fetal position. Just need, more rest, he thought.
Bang Bang Bang BOOM!
He slowly forced open his eyes, and received a shock.
Brown eyes peered back at him.
Slamming his eyes close, a tremor of fear passed through him. Had he been so consumed by his emotions, and alcohol induced stupor, he'd failed to recognize an intruder alert? Eyes snapping open again, he breathed easy, seeing an empty room.
It was only a nightmare.
He rubbed his hands over his face, limbs feeling rubbery and weak. Time to swear off hyper-vodka for at least a century or so.
Removing his hands, he shrieked.
Scuttling backwards, elbows and heels propelling him him a short distance, he felt blood pumping through him faster than light speed, and waited for the sonic boom.
This couldn't be.
It was impossible. Well, not impossible if one looked at all the angles, but still, impossible on a grand scale of possible, impossibilities.
Gasping for air, like an oxygen starved marathon runner, he was thankful for his binary bypass system, or he would have long ago passed out.
The small figure stared back at him. Unblinking, intense brown orbs bore into him, seeming to read the Doctor's innermost thoughts.
The Doctor pinched his outer thigh, then quickly rubbed the painful spot he'd just created. Definitely not dreaming, he mused, taking in the scattered remains of the nights binging. Maybe, this miniature replica of his former nemesis, was a hallucination. He let out a relieved chuckle, knowing his mind, in it's inconsolable heartache, had created this phantom.
tbc?
Pairing : Ten/ chibi!master
Spoilers : thru S3 If you haven't seen all of season three, read at your own risk
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : I'm claiming chibi!master :P
Challenge : Chibi Summer Challenge on Whooligans by
jesidres ,
A/N : I'm pleading, hoping and begging for a chibi!master pic , and will continue the story if anyone cares....
Last of the Time Lords
Bang Bang Bang BOOM!
The pounding beat echoed in his mind.
Puffy eyes, bleary from grief, and copious amounts of hyper-vodka, barely made out the wavering shapes surrounding him, in the pale light of the console room.
Raising himself up off the uncomfortable, cold, metal grating, a wave of dizziness washed over him. Bracing himself with his hands, he lurched sideways, as the bottle his hand fell onto, rolled under the added weight. Unable to react quickly enough, he found himself sprawled awkwardly on his side, a muffled "Oooomph!" escaping.
Frowning slightly, he stuck his tongue out, pulled it back in, stuck it out, then in again. Experimenting, running his swollen and fluffy, no, hairy, furry, mossy, fuzzy, yes that was it, fuzzy tongue over his teeth. He wondered briefly, if everything would taste differently.
Bang Bang Bang BOOM!
The Doctor pressed sweaty palms to his temples, hoping to calm the steady tempo, ricocheting loudly in his skull. His hearts began to repeat the drumming, infusing his body with its repetitive cadence.
Was this what it felt like to go mad, lose one's mind? Were these the drums that haunted the Master?
Closing his eyes tightly, in an attempt to still the fluttery motion of the room, he curled into the fetal position. Just need, more rest, he thought.
Bang Bang Bang BOOM!
He slowly forced open his eyes, and received a shock.
Brown eyes peered back at him.
Slamming his eyes close, a tremor of fear passed through him. Had he been so consumed by his emotions, and alcohol induced stupor, he'd failed to recognize an intruder alert? Eyes snapping open again, he breathed easy, seeing an empty room.
It was only a nightmare.
He rubbed his hands over his face, limbs feeling rubbery and weak. Time to swear off hyper-vodka for at least a century or so.
Removing his hands, he shrieked.
Scuttling backwards, elbows and heels propelling him him a short distance, he felt blood pumping through him faster than light speed, and waited for the sonic boom.
This couldn't be.
It was impossible. Well, not impossible if one looked at all the angles, but still, impossible on a grand scale of possible, impossibilities.
Gasping for air, like an oxygen starved marathon runner, he was thankful for his binary bypass system, or he would have long ago passed out.
The small figure stared back at him. Unblinking, intense brown orbs bore into him, seeming to read the Doctor's innermost thoughts.
The Doctor pinched his outer thigh, then quickly rubbed the painful spot he'd just created. Definitely not dreaming, he mused, taking in the scattered remains of the nights binging. Maybe, this miniature replica of his former nemesis, was a hallucination. He let out a relieved chuckle, knowing his mind, in it's inconsolable heartache, had created this phantom.
tbc?