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magicallaw) wrote2008-11-20 07:56 pm
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Fic: Better than Super Noodles (Ten/Master | PG-13)
Title: Better than Super Noodles
Author: Madge
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Master has some rather unexpected issues.
Author's Note: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
malicehaughton in the DW/SJA/TW Cliche-swap Ficathon. The cliche is Ten/Martha, "You were never second best." Many thanks to my beta reader, ghost2. I have made additional changes, though, so any remaining mistakes are my own. Please note, this fic r v srs bzns, and somehow features references to the Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross fiasco.
“Are you hungry?” The Doctor was bored and he desperately needed to get out of the TARDIS. He weighed the consequences and decided that a night in prison cells thanks to the Master, or some other such occurence, was better than yet another night in on the TARDIS.
“I’m Taurus, actually.”
“No, seriously. We could go for dinner. C’mon, we’ve had such a lovely day. Of course, by lovely I mean you haven’t set fire to bits of the TARDIS. Let’s finish it off by having the perfect dinner,” the Doctor offered.
“I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that this particular regeneration of yours thinks that Super Noodles on toast is the perfect dinner, so forgive me if I take a rain check.”
“I know just the perfect place,” the Doctor sing-songed.
“I know where you’ve hidden the matches,” the Master retorted in the exact same tone as the Doctor.
He did, that was very true. But the Doctor was a dab hand at Rock, Paper, Scissors.
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The Doctor lay on his bed in the prison cell, using his arms as a pillow. He glanced at the Master, with whom he was sharing the small and intimate space. “I quite like Super Noodles,” the Doctor pondered. “Especially the bacon ones. Next time you’re hungry, I’m making you Super Noodles. No complaining.”
“It wasn’t me that suggested coming out for dinner, if I recall correctly.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t me who told the ambassador that I slept with his granddaughter. What on earth made you do that?”
“I don’t know. I heard it on the radio,” the Master mumbled.
“Well, whatever. We’ll be out by the morning. We’ll just have to tough it out for the night,” said the Doctor, shifting slightly to make himself more comfortable.
“Easy for you to say.”
“What’s the matter? Come on, the bed’s not that uncomfortable.”
“Doesn’t matter. Pretend I never said anything,” the Master said, turning so that he was as far away from the Doctor as possible.
“No, come on. Tell me what the matter is,” the Doctor insisted.
“Oh, now you want to know. Now you care about my feelings, do you? A bit different from the last time we shared a bed, don’t you think?” The Master had sat up now, and the Doctor looked away somewhat sheepishly. “Ooh, feeling guilty, are we? Well, you are very good at it, I must say. Do you have any idea how much that hurt me, Doctor? What you said? ‘Oh, if Jack were here, he’d know what to do.’ You called me an amateur. Me. An amateur.”
“You've met Jack, right? That thing you were trying to do... You were... with the.. And I was... Upside as well. I should never have let you anywhere near the 'Kama Sutra',” the Doctor winced. “Trust me, if Jack were there, he would have definitely known what to do. Plus, he always has lube, which was something else that was seriously lacking, if I remember correctly,” he said, shifting uncomfortably where he sat.
“We’d...” the Master was in no way about to say ‘we’d just gotten back together.’ “You had just decided that I was to be your number one pet. I know you left Jack behind, but do you have any idea how small that made me feel; and no, there was no pun intended there.”
“I... I’m sorry,” was all the Doctor could say.
“Did you and he... ever? No, don’t, I don’t want to know.” The Master turned away, unable to face the Doctor, to face the possible truth.
“Master, I think you deserve to know. Yes, I loved Jack. He has dedicated decades of his life to me. Rebuilt an organisation from scratch in my honour... But you... You tortured me, took away all of my regenerations and kept me in a cage.” The Doctor lifted his hand and turned the Master’s face so he was looking at him, caressing his cheek as he did so. “How can I possibly not love you?”
The Master looked down, not daring to believe the words that he was hearing. “You never said. All this time...”
“Master, look at me.” When he looked up, the Doctor moved his hand from his cheek and down to his crotch. “You were never second best,” he said with a filthy grin on his face.
Then they had sex, and the Doctor never mentioned Captain Jack and his, admittedly very good, sexual antics ever again.
TEH END.
Author: Madge
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Master has some rather unexpected issues.
Author's Note: This was written for
malicehaughton in the DW/SJA/TW Cliche-swap Ficathon. The cliche is Ten/Martha, "You were never second best." Many thanks to my beta reader, ghost2. I have made additional changes, though, so any remaining mistakes are my own. Please note, this fic r v srs bzns, and somehow features references to the Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross fiasco.“Are you hungry?” The Doctor was bored and he desperately needed to get out of the TARDIS. He weighed the consequences and decided that a night in prison cells thanks to the Master, or some other such occurence, was better than yet another night in on the TARDIS.
“I’m Taurus, actually.”
“No, seriously. We could go for dinner. C’mon, we’ve had such a lovely day. Of course, by lovely I mean you haven’t set fire to bits of the TARDIS. Let’s finish it off by having the perfect dinner,” the Doctor offered.
“I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that this particular regeneration of yours thinks that Super Noodles on toast is the perfect dinner, so forgive me if I take a rain check.”
“I know just the perfect place,” the Doctor sing-songed.
“I know where you’ve hidden the matches,” the Master retorted in the exact same tone as the Doctor.
He did, that was very true. But the Doctor was a dab hand at Rock, Paper, Scissors.
+++
The Doctor lay on his bed in the prison cell, using his arms as a pillow. He glanced at the Master, with whom he was sharing the small and intimate space. “I quite like Super Noodles,” the Doctor pondered. “Especially the bacon ones. Next time you’re hungry, I’m making you Super Noodles. No complaining.”
“It wasn’t me that suggested coming out for dinner, if I recall correctly.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t me who told the ambassador that I slept with his granddaughter. What on earth made you do that?”
“I don’t know. I heard it on the radio,” the Master mumbled.
“Well, whatever. We’ll be out by the morning. We’ll just have to tough it out for the night,” said the Doctor, shifting slightly to make himself more comfortable.
“Easy for you to say.”
“What’s the matter? Come on, the bed’s not that uncomfortable.”
“Doesn’t matter. Pretend I never said anything,” the Master said, turning so that he was as far away from the Doctor as possible.
“No, come on. Tell me what the matter is,” the Doctor insisted.
“Oh, now you want to know. Now you care about my feelings, do you? A bit different from the last time we shared a bed, don’t you think?” The Master had sat up now, and the Doctor looked away somewhat sheepishly. “Ooh, feeling guilty, are we? Well, you are very good at it, I must say. Do you have any idea how much that hurt me, Doctor? What you said? ‘Oh, if Jack were here, he’d know what to do.’ You called me an amateur. Me. An amateur.”
“You've met Jack, right? That thing you were trying to do... You were... with the.. And I was... Upside as well. I should never have let you anywhere near the 'Kama Sutra',” the Doctor winced. “Trust me, if Jack were there, he would have definitely known what to do. Plus, he always has lube, which was something else that was seriously lacking, if I remember correctly,” he said, shifting uncomfortably where he sat.
“We’d...” the Master was in no way about to say ‘we’d just gotten back together.’ “You had just decided that I was to be your number one pet. I know you left Jack behind, but do you have any idea how small that made me feel; and no, there was no pun intended there.”
“I... I’m sorry,” was all the Doctor could say.
“Did you and he... ever? No, don’t, I don’t want to know.” The Master turned away, unable to face the Doctor, to face the possible truth.
“Master, I think you deserve to know. Yes, I loved Jack. He has dedicated decades of his life to me. Rebuilt an organisation from scratch in my honour... But you... You tortured me, took away all of my regenerations and kept me in a cage.” The Doctor lifted his hand and turned the Master’s face so he was looking at him, caressing his cheek as he did so. “How can I possibly not love you?”
The Master looked down, not daring to believe the words that he was hearing. “You never said. All this time...”
“Master, look at me.” When he looked up, the Doctor moved his hand from his cheek and down to his crotch. “You were never second best,” he said with a filthy grin on his face.
Then they had sex, and the Doctor never mentioned Captain Jack and his, admittedly very good, sexual antics ever again.
TEH END.
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You = utter genius.
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“Yeah, well, it wasn’t me who told the ambassador that I slept with his granddaughter. What on earth made you do that?”
“I don’t know. I heard it on the radio,” the Master mumbled.
i can't believe you got that into a doctor who fic. that's amazing.
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Glad you liked the story.
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best description of jack ever. i also love the sleeping with his granddaughter reference.
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It r trufax.
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Awww. I love this! *dies of amusement*
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Glad you liked it, thanks for reading.
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Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...
*beams* This really brightened my day.
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That was a brilliant cut. Super funny