The Master leaves the safety of the TARDIS threshold, and rushes out onto the hostile planet surface. Every sense thrums; he is feral. Nothing and no one will blockade the way to his Bondmate.
He crashes into the Doctor and braces his arms with surprising power, given his comparably smaller stature.
“I’ve got you, Thete, c’mon.”
He hazards a moment to press together their foreheads, and impart what clean, clear, calming energies he can.
You Are Not Alone.
No really, just leave me. I’m an old man, Doctor. I’ve had my time.
Can we all just reflect on how amazing it is that the Doctor is well past this exceptionally flawed point of view now? “Oh, I’ve lived too long” was the genesis of this evolution. It was lost for a time, but by the end of Twelve’s run, he was ready to tackle it head-on, and now, she’s surmounted it. She asks her companions how they feel, she gives them the chance at informed consent to travel with her, she doesn’t dazzle and bamboozle but is always honest and egalitarian, and she nurtures their dreams and loves their flaws. She is proof of positive change, no matter how long we’ve lived, or how wrong we are.
Koschei’s entire form tenses, the way a cat arches its back; his features contort into an expression of shock that quickly evolves into haughty outrage.
“COLD,” he protests explosively.
He wriggles like a mongoose with the intent to turn, when instead far warmer lips suckle on his neck. His deeply sensitive, long, handsome neck.
And instead he’s writhing with a host of entirely other urges.
“M-mmmm,” he groans, and flashes a lazy smile.
I am still waiting for that Doctor and Master Very Odd Couple spin-off that David Tennant and John Simm joked about in the End of Time commentary.
It would just be the two of them bickering like an old married couple as they accidentally cause a huge problem and solve it at the same time.
Send “I’ll protect you” for my muse’s reaction.
“Don’t be daft, you old potato,” the Master sasses straight back. “You just stand there in those sexy glasses and look pretty. I’ll do the hard work.”
He draws his laser and nudges the Doctor, hip to hip, then swings around and fires his laser off directly into the nasty, large alien insect’s head.
“Here’s hoping we don’t disturb the hive overhead. And don’t get huffy about me killing the worker drones. Long as we don’t get the queen their kind’ll live to sting another day.”
Icarus 