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were_lemurDoctor Who, Tenth Doctor & Simm!Master, all ages, not mine. The Master's having a bad drums day; the Doctor wants to help.
Though he never would have expected it, at times like this the Doctor missed the Master's belligerence. Shouting, lashing out -- anything would have been better than this current apathy.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked, willing the Master to snap at him, make a sarcastic comment, throw something in his general direction, even if he didn't mean it. But the Master's only response was a careful shake of his head, followed by a bitten lip and a visible wince.
"You'll let me know? All right? Promise?"
But the Master was silent, his head hurting too badly to care.
Though he never would have expected it, at times like this the Doctor missed the Master's belligerence. Shouting, lashing out -- anything would have been better than this current apathy.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked, willing the Master to snap at him, make a sarcastic comment, throw something in his general direction, even if he didn't mean it. But the Master's only response was a careful shake of his head, followed by a bitten lip and a visible wince.
"You'll let me know? All right? Promise?"
But the Master was silent, his head hurting too badly to care.
