“You have to ask. And I have to say yes.”

It had been stupid. It had been stupid and a mistake and while he knew all of that; he went ahead and did it anyway. He had been lonely, aching and so desperate for a familiar touch, that he had allowed the Master to manipulate him right into bed. Their bodies may have been different, but the touches ( Read more... )

((This started out as a one shot that wouldn't go away until I wrote it. If anyone wants to wander by, Nine won't shoo them off though!))

It was hardly a dignified position, he mused. The last of the Time Lords, sitting on the stone floor next to a glass case with a massive kernel of popcorn encased safely within it. He rested his elbows ( Read more... )

It was hardly a dignified position, he mused. The last of the Time Lords, sitting on the floor, back resting against the main control panel of the TARDIS. He rested his elbows on his knees and realized that he really didn’t give a fig about dignity. He felt old, broken and terribly brittle. The war had seen to that.

Then everything had ( Read more... )