Authority
Pairing: Doctor/Master
Challenge: Authority
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Fruit hurling, a Master with mood-swinging issues, and a random Martha appearance.
Spoilers: Sontaran Strategem, Last of the Time Lords (for the Master's mere presence)
A/N: This was inspired by my English teacher, who bares an uncanny resemblance to Simms!Master. He was giving an overview on symbolism, and was talking about how in a story the author would have two charecters tossing an apple back and forth while they talked. "The apple would obviously mean something about their relationship. Are they lovers? Advasaries?" And then his eyebrows did a little dance.
Kind of short.
"Was the Master always this sulky?" Martha asked fifteen minuted into her visit with the Doctor. The TARDIS had been cooing the minute she stepped inside, keeping the temperatures perfect for the expectant mother. This led to the TARDIS being quite hot for the two Time Lords, and only the Doctor was handling it with dignity. The Master had stationed himself in front of the refrigerator while he held the freezer door open. Every so often he would send a pointed look in their direction with a timely sigh.
"Tends to be, yeah." The Doctor replied, pouring himself some more tea.
"I can't be blamed!" The Master snapped. "It's like the Sahara in here. All for the lady with the beach ball under her shirt."
"What did you just say?" Martha asked.
"Oh, are the hormones kicking in? Now I'm sad I just melted all the ice cream."
Instead of getting annoyed, Martha merely laughed. "Between the two of us, only one is allowed to have mood swings."
The Doctor then snorted into his tea, and quickly busied himself with wiping away the far-flung liquid so the Master couldn't see him suppressing his laughter. Judging by the stare burning into the top of his head, he saw anyway.
Martha left shortly after, promising to call after the baby was born.
"Tell Tom I said hi!" The Master called after her, purposely holding up his laser as he waved goodbye.
"Stop that!" The Doctor pulled him into the TARDIS and quickly set her to drift.
"I refuse." The Master replied, coming to stand behind him. "Let's go watch the Battle of Hastings."
"No. No battles. Not for you."
"I'm sorry, who's the Master here?" The Master snapped before pushing the Doctor out of the way before making the adjustments to the TARDIS himself. She merely watched, preparing to "malfunction" if she needed to.
"Who's the owner of the TARDIS?"
"Who's the person who stole said TARDIS in the first place."
"You've stolen it too!"
"Yes," The Master smirked. "But I'm supposed to be the evil one."
The Doctor tried to hide his frustration. For a man as smart as the Master, he certainly acted like a spoiled child when he didn't get his way.
"What did I do wrong this time?" The Doctor asked as he sat down on the seat in front of the console. It was best to be sitting when the Master began a rant.
"I am the Master. You are the Doctor, not the Nanny." the Master frowned at the Time Lord before him. "If anything, I should be telling you what to do."
The Doctor stared at him before shrugging. "Alright."
"That's it?" The Master asked incredulously.
"I thought you hated when people argued with you." The Doctor replied before he jumped up. "Would you like some tea? I'll go make us some."
"You just had three cups. Besides, I take coffee." The Master muttered before an idea struck him.
The Doctor was stretching to reach some sugar in the cupboards when he became aware of the Master tapping the drumbeat into the table. "Do something else with your hands." he called over his shoulder. The beat stopped, then grew louder as the Master hit the table with more force.
"Please," The Doctor began with a role of his eyes "Please stop drumming the table, Master."
"Catch." The Doctor spun around just in time to catch an apple the Master had tossed at his head.
"What was that for?" he demanded indignantly, throwing it back. The Master lazily caught it before throwing it back.
"Well, I could make you understand my purpose with a little torture session, but then you'd give me that look of yours." The Master grinned suddenly as the Doctor frowned at him. "That's the one. Throw it back."
"And so you're going to throw an apple at my head for all eternity?" The Doctor asked, throwing it as hard as he could above the Master's head. The Master caught it anyway and smiled condescendingly at him.
"I thought we'd talk calmly, like the wise, ancient beings we are." The Master replied before throwing the apple back.
"That's not your style."
"I know. I wonder what I'm up to." the Time Lord beckoned for the Doctor to return the apple.
"Can we just cut to the chase?" The Master smirked at the Doctor's words.
"But the chase is the most thrilling part!" he replied as he caught the apple as it whizzed towards him.
"The point, then." The Doctor ran his hand through his hair. "We've been circling around each other ever since you came here. I'm getting tired. I play this game if I have to, but I don't like it."
"Don't you?" The Master purred as the apple sailed back through the air. "I think you love it. You get to take out your frustrations on someone who can take it and you get to be dominated along the way."
"Dominated?"
"Dominated." Three steps and the Master was pressed up against the Doctor as he plucked the apple out of the trapped Time Lord's hand. "Wouldn't you like that? I do love to be in control, and you do love to let go."
"What are you suggesting?" The Doctor asked softly, able to ignore the counter digging into his back when the Master's eyes were staring so intensely into his own. He had forgotten how the Master's eyes could be this moody, with that spark of mischief and more than a little madness.
"I'm suggesting that you let me live up to my name. Let me be your Master." The Master leaned back enough to take a bite out of the perfectly red apple before holding it up in front of the Doctor's face. "Doctor?"
The Doctor took one more long at the Master's face before biting into the apple himself, his tongue flicking against the Master's finger as he withdrew. "Yes, Master."
The Master smirked with pleasure. "Good boy."
"Thank you, Master."
Challenge: Authority
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Fruit hurling, a Master with mood-swinging issues, and a random Martha appearance.
Spoilers: Sontaran Strategem, Last of the Time Lords (for the Master's mere presence)
A/N: This was inspired by my English teacher, who bares an uncanny resemblance to Simms!Master. He was giving an overview on symbolism, and was talking about how in a story the author would have two charecters tossing an apple back and forth while they talked. "The apple would obviously mean something about their relationship. Are they lovers? Advasaries?" And then his eyebrows did a little dance.
Kind of short.
"Was the Master always this sulky?" Martha asked fifteen minuted into her visit with the Doctor. The TARDIS had been cooing the minute she stepped inside, keeping the temperatures perfect for the expectant mother. This led to the TARDIS being quite hot for the two Time Lords, and only the Doctor was handling it with dignity. The Master had stationed himself in front of the refrigerator while he held the freezer door open. Every so often he would send a pointed look in their direction with a timely sigh.
"Tends to be, yeah." The Doctor replied, pouring himself some more tea.
"I can't be blamed!" The Master snapped. "It's like the Sahara in here. All for the lady with the beach ball under her shirt."
"What did you just say?" Martha asked.
"Oh, are the hormones kicking in? Now I'm sad I just melted all the ice cream."
Instead of getting annoyed, Martha merely laughed. "Between the two of us, only one is allowed to have mood swings."
The Doctor then snorted into his tea, and quickly busied himself with wiping away the far-flung liquid so the Master couldn't see him suppressing his laughter. Judging by the stare burning into the top of his head, he saw anyway.
Martha left shortly after, promising to call after the baby was born.
"Tell Tom I said hi!" The Master called after her, purposely holding up his laser as he waved goodbye.
"Stop that!" The Doctor pulled him into the TARDIS and quickly set her to drift.
"I refuse." The Master replied, coming to stand behind him. "Let's go watch the Battle of Hastings."
"No. No battles. Not for you."
"I'm sorry, who's the Master here?" The Master snapped before pushing the Doctor out of the way before making the adjustments to the TARDIS himself. She merely watched, preparing to "malfunction" if she needed to.
"Who's the owner of the TARDIS?"
"Who's the person who stole said TARDIS in the first place."
"You've stolen it too!"
"Yes," The Master smirked. "But I'm supposed to be the evil one."
The Doctor tried to hide his frustration. For a man as smart as the Master, he certainly acted like a spoiled child when he didn't get his way.
"What did I do wrong this time?" The Doctor asked as he sat down on the seat in front of the console. It was best to be sitting when the Master began a rant.
"I am the Master. You are the Doctor, not the Nanny." the Master frowned at the Time Lord before him. "If anything, I should be telling you what to do."
The Doctor stared at him before shrugging. "Alright."
"That's it?" The Master asked incredulously.
"I thought you hated when people argued with you." The Doctor replied before he jumped up. "Would you like some tea? I'll go make us some."
"You just had three cups. Besides, I take coffee." The Master muttered before an idea struck him.
The Doctor was stretching to reach some sugar in the cupboards when he became aware of the Master tapping the drumbeat into the table. "Do something else with your hands." he called over his shoulder. The beat stopped, then grew louder as the Master hit the table with more force.
"Please," The Doctor began with a role of his eyes "Please stop drumming the table, Master."
"Catch." The Doctor spun around just in time to catch an apple the Master had tossed at his head.
"What was that for?" he demanded indignantly, throwing it back. The Master lazily caught it before throwing it back.
"Well, I could make you understand my purpose with a little torture session, but then you'd give me that look of yours." The Master grinned suddenly as the Doctor frowned at him. "That's the one. Throw it back."
"And so you're going to throw an apple at my head for all eternity?" The Doctor asked, throwing it as hard as he could above the Master's head. The Master caught it anyway and smiled condescendingly at him.
"I thought we'd talk calmly, like the wise, ancient beings we are." The Master replied before throwing the apple back.
"That's not your style."
"I know. I wonder what I'm up to." the Time Lord beckoned for the Doctor to return the apple.
"Can we just cut to the chase?" The Master smirked at the Doctor's words.
"But the chase is the most thrilling part!" he replied as he caught the apple as it whizzed towards him.
"The point, then." The Doctor ran his hand through his hair. "We've been circling around each other ever since you came here. I'm getting tired. I play this game if I have to, but I don't like it."
"Don't you?" The Master purred as the apple sailed back through the air. "I think you love it. You get to take out your frustrations on someone who can take it and you get to be dominated along the way."
"Dominated?"
"Dominated." Three steps and the Master was pressed up against the Doctor as he plucked the apple out of the trapped Time Lord's hand. "Wouldn't you like that? I do love to be in control, and you do love to let go."
"What are you suggesting?" The Doctor asked softly, able to ignore the counter digging into his back when the Master's eyes were staring so intensely into his own. He had forgotten how the Master's eyes could be this moody, with that spark of mischief and more than a little madness.
"I'm suggesting that you let me live up to my name. Let me be your Master." The Master leaned back enough to take a bite out of the perfectly red apple before holding it up in front of the Doctor's face. "Doctor?"
The Doctor took one more long at the Master's face before biting into the apple himself, his tongue flicking against the Master's finger as he withdrew. "Yes, Master."
The Master smirked with pleasure. "Good boy."
"Thank you, Master."