They keep talking in the fandom circles this week that the episode is amazing because a character from a previous season returns. I have no idea if it’s just a rumor but a lot of people seem to think it’s the Doctor’s daughter.
Send an accusation and the muse can only answer with “guilty” or “not guilty.”
There’s not a moment’s hesitation.
“Guilty.”
The Master twines his fingers with the Doctor’s, giving her the gift of his gentleness and his quiet, two things that are breathtakingly rare commodities coming from the Whole Screaming World On Fire.
“I assure you, It’s not what it looks like!” The Doctor said, almost embarrassed, “There is an explaination!
The Doctor was standing her TARDIS, absolutely naked. Well except for a pair of underwear that matched her skin tone.
It’s only with the slim hope of convincing the Doctor that he has acquired a greater understanding of respect for personal boundaries that the Master tears his gaze away from her form.
“How disappointing to hear,” he chortles, while blindly side-stepping toward her and handing her his black overcoat, aromatic of cinnamon and his musky clean aftershave. “Please regale me with the … .” He can’t help a glance at her pantied ass. “ … backstory.”
The Master cranes back his long slender neck and smirks over one shoulder at the Doctor.
“Not really. No one embodies the term ‘warm fuzzies’ quite so aptly as you, ‘Oncoming Storm,’” he gently goads. “And now what? Have you caught me at last, Doctor?”
Koschei chuckles, a rumbling deep in his diaphragm that’s far smugger than his usual bawdy cackle.
“Well o-kay, I’m flexible,” he drawls, and in one powerful motion, he lifts her off her feet and piggybacks her about as he conducts his desired tasks.
“Would you like a soda while you’re oop there, dear?”
The Doctor yelps in surprise as she is so suddenly lifted up but automatically wraps her arms around his chest to prevent possibly falling.
“Flexible andstrong, I see.” She chuckles as she lays her head down comfortably, “Sure, but mind telling me where you’ve decided to take me, Koschei?”
The Master pauses in his stroll; he tries to suppress a smile at the weight of the Doctor’s head on top of his own. He draws a deep sustaining breath, and then in a jolly yet factual baritone, reports,
“Well first I was going to perform system maintenance on the control panel, and then I was going to plot a way to kill all wasps, while sparing honeybees, on your darling earth; and then, that nauseatingly good deed done, I was going to go shopping to add some new couture to my wardrobe; and then I was going to maybe run a smear campaign against various tyrants through some random sentient-inhabited planet’s history and become the apex predator there for the lulz, as the kids say; and then I was going to probably, I dunno, get a bath bomb and soak in the tub, and if I had energy after that, eat some baby seals … . please tell me you’ve detected the point at which I started lying in order to shock and tease you.”
The Master cranes back his long slender neck and smirks over one shoulder at the Doctor.
“Not really. No one embodies the term ‘warm fuzzies’ quite so aptly as you, ‘Oncoming Storm,’” he gently goads. “And now what? Have you caught me at last, Doctor?”
The Doctor chuckles at his reaction. Her surprise may have failed but that wasn’t stopping her.
“It seems I have most definitely caught you, Master.” She says with a smirk as she pulls herself closer, refusing to release her hold, “Unfortunately for you, I have no intention of letting you go, you got that? You’re all mine. Besides, you look like you need some Doctor, eh?”
Koschei chuckles, a rumbling deep in his diaphragm that’s far smugger than his usual bawdy cackle.
“Well o-kay, I’m flexible,” he drawls, and in one powerful motion, he lifts her off her feet and piggybacks her about as he conducts his desired tasks.
“Would you like a soda while you’re oop there, dear?”
The Master cranes back his long slender neck and smirks over one shoulder at the Doctor.
“Not really. No one embodies the term ‘warm fuzzies’ quite so aptly as you, ‘Oncoming Storm,’” he gently goads. “And now what? Have you caught me at last, Doctor?”
Icarus 