Fic: New Friend (Who's Right #11)
Title: New Friend
Series (Story number): Who's Right? (11)
Summary: At another dinner party, the Doctor meets someone new. 50's AU.
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Master/Doctor, Other Character
Author's notes: Written in text to Leah A. I think this one followed off some sort of discussion with Leah. Explanation of series here.
“They’re not very fond of me here,” said the woman, smiling crookedly. “It’s the working woman thing, you see. I’m not gay enough to fit the stereotype.”
“No?” said the Doctor, his canapé held uneaten by his side. This was the strangest pre-dinner conversation he’d ever had at a dinner party.
“No,” said the woman. “I’m too straight, you see. I go both ways. And I’m hardly going to marry just so people can figure me out. Not like you.”
“No!” said the Doctor. “I’m not married!”
“Just whipped?” asked the woman, smiling again.
“I…no…” the Doctor protested weakly.
“It’s all right,” said the woman. “I can see why you haven’t done anything about your situation. Your partner’s GORGEOUS.”
The Doctor ate his canapé for something to do.
“Don’t worry,” the woman said. “You’re pretty foxy yourself.”
“Thanks,” said the Doctor, looking a little smug despite himself.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” said the woman. “You’ve gone all smug on me now. Honestly, you’re as bad as a cat.”
“I’m not,” said the Doctor.
“You are,” said the woman. “This party is dull, isn’t it? Come with me and do something that’s actually fun.”
“What did you have in mind?” asked the Doctor.
Ten minutes later, the Master opened the door to the den and glared at the Doctor.
“I can’t leave you alone for an hour without you going off and getting drunk with some HUMAN and carbon-dating all of our host’s furniture, can I,” he said sullenly.
“Hullo, Master!” said the Doctor cheerfully (and also drunkenly). “This is River Song. She’s an archaeologist, you know.”
“I could care less,” said the Master.
“Master?” said River. “Wow, you two are kinkier than I thought. Want to have a threesome?”
“Well, I’VE clearly been talking with the wrong people this entire party,” said the Master. “How do you always FIND these people, Doctor?”
“Oh, come on,” said the Doctor, “we’re just about to figure out this chaise longue.”
“True,” said River.
It turned out to be from the17th century and then the Doctor was tired so he went home.
“I hate you,” said the Master.
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Series (Story number): Who's Right? (11)
Summary: At another dinner party, the Doctor meets someone new. 50's AU.
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Master/Doctor, Other Character
Author's notes: Written in text to Leah A. I think this one followed off some sort of discussion with Leah. Explanation of series here.
“They’re not very fond of me here,” said the woman, smiling crookedly. “It’s the working woman thing, you see. I’m not gay enough to fit the stereotype.”
“No?” said the Doctor, his canapé held uneaten by his side. This was the strangest pre-dinner conversation he’d ever had at a dinner party.
“No,” said the woman. “I’m too straight, you see. I go both ways. And I’m hardly going to marry just so people can figure me out. Not like you.”
“No!” said the Doctor. “I’m not married!”
“Just whipped?” asked the woman, smiling again.
“I…no…” the Doctor protested weakly.
“It’s all right,” said the woman. “I can see why you haven’t done anything about your situation. Your partner’s GORGEOUS.”
The Doctor ate his canapé for something to do.
“Don’t worry,” the woman said. “You’re pretty foxy yourself.”
“Thanks,” said the Doctor, looking a little smug despite himself.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” said the woman. “You’ve gone all smug on me now. Honestly, you’re as bad as a cat.”
“I’m not,” said the Doctor.
“You are,” said the woman. “This party is dull, isn’t it? Come with me and do something that’s actually fun.”
“What did you have in mind?” asked the Doctor.
Ten minutes later, the Master opened the door to the den and glared at the Doctor.
“I can’t leave you alone for an hour without you going off and getting drunk with some HUMAN and carbon-dating all of our host’s furniture, can I,” he said sullenly.
“Hullo, Master!” said the Doctor cheerfully (and also drunkenly). “This is River Song. She’s an archaeologist, you know.”
“I could care less,” said the Master.
“Master?” said River. “Wow, you two are kinkier than I thought. Want to have a threesome?”
“Well, I’VE clearly been talking with the wrong people this entire party,” said the Master. “How do you always FIND these people, Doctor?”
“Oh, come on,” said the Doctor, “we’re just about to figure out this chaise longue.”
“True,” said River.
It turned out to be from the17th century and then the Doctor was tired so he went home.
“I hate you,” said the Master.
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