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were_lemurDoctor Who, Tenth Doctor, all ages, not mine. He won't let the laws of time stop him from saving the Master.
The TARDIS protests as you push her back across your own timeline and emerge into the junkyard you've just left. The junkyard you haven't arrived in yet.
He's not expecting you. Not yet.
You're there when he staggers across the boundary, still naked and disoriented. Before he can escape and figure out the power his damaged body can channel, you hit the bundle of nerves beneath his collarbone and he collapses.
When he wakes, he curses you, but you don't dignify him with a reply.
You don't answer to him, or anyone else, anymore. The laws of time are yours.
The TARDIS protests as you push her back across your own timeline and emerge into the junkyard you've just left. The junkyard you haven't arrived in yet.
He's not expecting you. Not yet.
You're there when he staggers across the boundary, still naked and disoriented. Before he can escape and figure out the power his damaged body can channel, you hit the bundle of nerves beneath his collarbone and he collapses.
When he wakes, he curses you, but you don't dignify him with a reply.
You don't answer to him, or anyone else, anymore. The laws of time are yours.
