Rose/The Master fic
Title: The Entertainer
Author: ninkasa
Fandom: Doctor Who (uhh. . .2006/2007)
Pairing: The Master/Rose Tyler
There was still a part of Rose that told her he should not exist. The Doctor had insisted he was the only one left.
As Mickey had put it, “The Doctor doesn’t always know everything.”
Rose had thought he would know something as important as that.
Apparently not.
He had introduced himself as “The Master” and Rose had laughed, cutting it short and saying, “oh, sorry. You were serious.”
It made sense when he explained it. She and Mickey had been abandoned on the raggedy edge of time and space. Lucky he had been passing by, and she might as well pick up where she had left off.
He showed off more than The Doctor did. She still had no idea how he had managed to hijack the TARDIS and the thought made her stomach do something that could be pleasant, but was probably not. And he had refused to return to the time The Doctor had gone to, stating very calmly that the choice had been made and Rose had her own choice.
Rose was hurt enough to agree before she thought about it.
She thought of The Doctor less and less as time wore on, asked to go home less and less and she at moments thought she was being manipulated, but could never quite put her finger on it.
She felt at moments that the old part of her was slowly withering away and she tried desperately to cling to it. Cling to the part of her that had looked into the heart of the TARDIS and lived to tell the tale. The part that had stood down stared down the Sycorax and faced a werewolf. She clung to it, but it was difficult.
She found herself letting go more and more of who and what she thought she was and became more and more who he was slowly molding her into.
She feared one day she would look in the mirror and not recognize herself.
Author: ninkasa
Fandom: Doctor Who (uhh. . .2006/2007)
Pairing: The Master/Rose Tyler
There was still a part of Rose that told her he should not exist. The Doctor had insisted he was the only one left.
As Mickey had put it, “The Doctor doesn’t always know everything.”
Rose had thought he would know something as important as that.
Apparently not.
He had introduced himself as “The Master” and Rose had laughed, cutting it short and saying, “oh, sorry. You were serious.”
It made sense when he explained it. She and Mickey had been abandoned on the raggedy edge of time and space. Lucky he had been passing by, and she might as well pick up where she had left off.
He showed off more than The Doctor did. She still had no idea how he had managed to hijack the TARDIS and the thought made her stomach do something that could be pleasant, but was probably not. And he had refused to return to the time The Doctor had gone to, stating very calmly that the choice had been made and Rose had her own choice.
Rose was hurt enough to agree before she thought about it.
She thought of The Doctor less and less as time wore on, asked to go home less and less and she at moments thought she was being manipulated, but could never quite put her finger on it.
She felt at moments that the old part of her was slowly withering away and she tried desperately to cling to it. Cling to the part of her that had looked into the heart of the TARDIS and lived to tell the tale. The part that had stood down stared down the Sycorax and faced a werewolf. She clung to it, but it was difficult.
She found herself letting go more and more of who and what she thought she was and became more and more who he was slowly molding her into.
She feared one day she would look in the mirror and not recognize herself.