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were_lemur) wrote2012-08-15 12:19 am
were_lemur) wrote2012-08-15 12:19 am
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And Play Upon Your Darkest Fears (Drabble Project, Day 228
Doctor Who, Third Doctor, all ages, not mine. His worst fear isn't the Master's strikes at him.
Trapped on Earth, the Doctor looked forward to the Master's appearances with equal amounts anticipation and fear.
He felt wrong for the anticipation; after all, the Master had no compunction about killing people who tried to stand in his way. Some of the Doctor's own friends had been put in harm's way, and he felt worse about that than the Master's direct strikes at him.
But worse than that was the fear. The fear that, one day, the Master would catch him at a weak moment, and ask him to go away with him, and that he would say yes.
Trapped on Earth, the Doctor looked forward to the Master's appearances with equal amounts anticipation and fear.
He felt wrong for the anticipation; after all, the Master had no compunction about killing people who tried to stand in his way. Some of the Doctor's own friends had been put in harm's way, and he felt worse about that than the Master's direct strikes at him.
But worse than that was the fear. The fear that, one day, the Master would catch him at a weak moment, and ask him to go away with him, and that he would say yes.