La Grande Mort (Doctor's POV)

[nemaline]

‘How good is your self-control, Doctor?’

Light. Daylight, in fact, and - where was he? The Doctor slowly opened his eyes, blinking slowly, his thoughts still drug-edged and sleepy. He was lying on a bed - tied to a bed - in some sunny, empty room of the Valiant, a large observation window not far away. His body felt odd - that was it, he

Comments

[stefanyeah]

Oh, this is mean. Mean and hot. <3

[nemaline]

I have a not-so-secret love of being mean to fictional characters :D

[stefanyeah]

:O
You bully!
*happy-not-to-be-one-of-your-fictional-characters*
Although, I think I can be just a bit mean, too…

[nebularific]

Oh, that's hot. I think I like Doctor POV more than the Master POV, but they're different kinds of hot. *fans self*

[nemaline]

Thanks for the comment!

[nostalgia_lj]

That is so evil. I love it.

[nemaline]

I loved being evil. Well, I say "loved", it was sort of a contest in my head between "mwhahahahahaha!" and "wtf, poor Doctor, nooooo!" But I'm glad the mwhahas won. Thank you!

[unfeathered]

Oh wow. Dark and hot and painful and perfect.

*goes to read the Master version*

[nemaline]

That's what I was aiming for :D Well, not quite so much of the hot, but what the hell. Thank you!

[evilawyer_fic]

Very good how you've brought out how much the Master really wanted to be a co-emperor with the Doctor. It threads itself throughout the story all the way to it's reveal at the end where the Master won't let the Doctor withdraw.

I find these two phrases to be nice counterpoints:

to undo the Master {as if he could}

Pity I always come with a side order of destruction.

[nemaline]

Oh, yes. I'm glad at least one person commented on that aspect of it :D

Thank you!