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Don't GoThroughout the ages,
Throughout the years,
Of meeting you, defeating you
Of holding back my tears.
Each time I see you
You fade a bit more,
Your mood swings as constant
As waves on a shore.
No longer your prisoner,
But I'm still only yours;
Hearts body and soul
Of this I am sure.
Just come with me,
We'll see the stars!
So wonderful together,
We could go so far.
Nothing is forever,
I know this to be true,
But we could laugh at eternity,
Just me and just you.
The hole you created
When you left me that day,
Has not yet been filled
And I want you to stay.
I can't keep you captive,
Can't just lock you up, lose the key.
If you'd just let me help you
Then we'd both be free.
I love you, you know-
I couldn't tell you before.
All that time that we've lost,
Our own battles, the War...
After everything we've accomplished,
(We've been through so much!)
Yet you still shy away
From forgiveness, my touch.
You don't want my forgiveness,
Don't want the guilt and the pain.
You've nothing left to lose,
If I Told Him... We live in a world of opposites. If I told him to stay, I knew he would leave. If I told him to go, he would come, if not just to spite me. If I told him to eat, he'd say he'd rather starve. If I told him to get his own bloody sandwich, I knew he'd want room service. If I told him to stay out of trouble, he'd build a new death ray with chewing gum, a vacuum cleaner, a water glass and a few paperclips. If I told him we needed to turn back around towards the enemy fleet and save the other prisoners RIGHT NOW, he'd laugh and hold me back. If I told him to swim with me, he'd complain until I left him alone. If I told him to get out so we could go somewhere, he'd smirk and drag me in with him. If I told him to let me help him, he'd lock himself away somewhere until I stopped searching for him. If I told him he'd rejected my help enough times and that I wasn't going to play this game anymore, he'd get down on his knees and beg me to make the pain go away. If I told him I fo
Those Who Get Left BehindI was the retro metal dog,
The perfect canine companion.
Then he left me to stay with my mistress,
Never alone, but abandoned.
We were the ones
On the planets he's saved.
He left us leaderless, powerless,
Helped us dig our own graves.
We were his kinsmen,
His family, his people, his own,
But he murdered us, burned us,
Left himself all alone.
I was the pink and yellow girl,
Who came in, healed his hearts,
Now trapped an entire universe away
With his double (minus parts).
I was the Captain, the flyboy,
An unhappy immortal, his constant rejection
Pierces like blades.
I was the tutor, the best friend,
The archrival and more,
But I died to annoy him, to win,
To settle our score.
I was the anomaly,
Never meant to exist,
But I died, losing a Father, an offer
I never tried to resist.
I was his wife,
The one he said he'd never met.
He now knows my future,
But it hasn't happened yet.
I was the stand-in,
The flawed right-hand man,
Sent to liv
The ABC's of Doctor WhoAngels, as a general rule, cause more harm than good.
Bananas (unlike pears) are good; always bring one to parties.
Count the shadows.
Evil comes in many degrees and packages.
Feel down? Don't use a "Bliss" patch.
Go for the eye(stalks).
Hospitals are bad; avoid whenever possible.
If you're confused about something, don't be afraid to ask questions; fear the answers.
Just smile and nod if the Doctor asks you something you don't understand.
Killing is not (always) the answer.
Life is an adventure, a challenge, a game, and a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference.
Mysteries are made to be solved; dive in headfirst!
Never trust a cat, nun, nurse, or combination of the three.
Options exist for everything, just be sure to take the best one.
Place your faith in only complete strangers and those you can trust.
Quit while you're ahead; it'll all be down
More Than You Know
In my head I hear drums. One-two-three-four! One-two-three-four! They never stop, and only quiet when he is near. My Angel, always watching over me. My God, my faith in him sturdier than a thousand walled fortresses. My Storm, washing away my fears, my darker thoughts. His voice is little more than a murmur compared to the endless call to war inside my head, but it is so much stronger; constant and reassuring, like waves crashing on a shore. He has his own demons, his own frailties, and sometimes they break through his calm disguise, shattering his self-control. His own form of madness, that of anguish and regret and loss instead of blood-lust and rage. One desperate to help and heal, the other so determined to destroy. Two different and opposing forms of madness and chaos, yet somehow his always drowns out mine. And he is also mine. He tells me so, every day, so I know it must be true; he never could lie to me. Not to his Master.
Back For More, Part One Captain Jack Harkness' jaw clenched painfully as he glared at Torchwood's newest prisoner, who smiled leeringly back from the monitor in front of him. He'd been standing like that, hands cuffed together in front of him, since the minute he woke up almost half an hour ago. Not a single team member was allowed to speak with him, and none of them particularly wanted to try, anyways. Every fiber of Jack's being was screaming in rage: the monster below should not be here, by all natural laws he should be dead. Then again, thought Jack with a grimace, so should he, but his immortality had been an accident, something he never would have asked for. This man, on the other hand...
"How did he find us?" he asked Gwen in a clipped tone. She glanced uncomfortably between Jack and the screen before answering.
"He just sort of, well, showed up. In the main office upstairs. He seems to think you know how to get in touch with the Doctor..."
BLACK AND WHITE Black and White, Oil and Water, Ice and Fire, so many things
Life says you cannot mix. Clashing
Again and again, a secret
Caring for the other buried under layers of
And friendships. Yet
Neither can live without the other. One is trapped in a great
Darkness, driven to insanity by a power
Well out of their control. The other, radiating
Heat and love and forgiveness,
Is like a brightly lit candle in
The night, dispelling the shadows by
Enveloping them both in a white light. He drives out the others' madness, leaving them bonded together forever in a world of wonderful impossible things.
THE DOCTOR IS...Troubled,
Pain of the DrumsIt's been hundreds of years
Since he looked into the Eye,
Forced to behold
All of space and time.
It opened his mind
And it let in the drums
Ignorant of the monster
They'd make him become.
The never-ending throb
Is a call to war,
Making him find delight in
Pain, death, chaos, gore.
The drums seem to pound
A hole in his skull,
But he cannot resist
Their bloodthirsty pull.
His only hope now
Is a long lost friend;
The only one he yet knows of
Who can make the pain end.
The Doctor, his enemy,
The one man he still fears,
Is the last Time Lord alive
Who can still dry his tears.
The Sound of SilenceDoctor Who
A Doctor/Master fan fiction
The Sound of Silence
It was too much for him. He couldn't take it. The silence. There was nothing. The shock of the sound that he'd heard for most of his life being ripped from his skull was enough to drive him mad all over again. He panicked. So did I. It was terrifying. I had no choice. I knocked him unconscious.
Carrying the Master back to the Tardis, I only hoped he would be calmer when he awoke. Hopefully he would recognize where he was when that happened. I laid him down in one of the bedrooms and left him there in peace.
After a while of leaning against the Tardis console, resting my throbbing head and thinking about nothing, I noticed the Master enter. His boots thudded with a clang-clang as he trudged across the metal floor. For a moment I just looked at him and him at me. We said nothing. But when I caught sight of his sad eyes that were bloodshot a
"Well, we still have three shelves to go..."
"Raid the refridgerator all you want, it's not going to happen."
"You, Doctor, are a bore."
"I'm not having kinky sex with you that includes any food products!"
"...Are you sure?"
"Master, stop it."
"...You really are boring."
"So I've heard."
"No buts, there is no way that you are bringing one home with you!"
"But they're so beautiful and amazing and... and..."
"The answer is No, Thete. You aren't bringing one on the TARDIS."
"But it would only be a little one... I'd TARDIS train it and everything!"
"Yeah, and give it more attention than me no doubt..."
"Oh, don't look at me like that, you know I'd never give anything more attention than you..."
"What about your precious little human pets? You gave -them- plenty more attention than me..."
"I know... And I've said I'm sorry a thousand times... Oh don't look at me with those sad eyes, you know things are different now... You know I love you... You know I love you like I -never- loved them... Right?"
"Of course... Of course I do Thete... I just don't want anything competing for your affections... You're -my- Theta, and nothing gets in the way of it..."
"Oh Kos... You over-possessive, stubborn, and completely ridiculous Timelord... You really thin
You've always hated the sound of gunshots. Always. It started a long time ago, back on Gallifrey, when you were youngyoung even by human standards. The sharp sound was too much for your sensitive ears, such a merciless blow of noise. It got worse later, though, when you learned exactly what it symbolizedone shot equaled one death. The moment the bang's short life had died, chances were, its target's had as well, or at least was inevitably on the way to do such. And now, this one, this shotit's already dying away, and for someone who travels so easily through time, it's painful, so damn painful to realize that you can't make these moments right now any longer, nor can you reverse them. Crazy, half-formed ideas flit through your mindget to the TARDIS, go back and stop this from happening, stop that woman's finger from pulling the trigger, that woman in her horrible red silk dress that screams of blood turn this back around, don't let it happe
Fixing the Chameleon CircuitThe Doctor grinned. This would be his first trip since he'd fixed the Chameleon circuit in his TARDIS. Time to see if it actually worked, after all it would only be when he landed somewhere that it would change. If he'd done it right, that was. And if it did, then he would have the bonus of showing it off to his best enemy who he was currently tracking down, having heard rumours of him causing havoc. On Earth. It was almost always on Earth. If he didn't know better, he'd say he was doing it on purpose, to get his attention. And if it hadn't worked... Well it would be no different to usual! After all, he wouldn't have to tell him he'd tried to fix the old girl and failed. At least he'd persuaded his companions to have a few days rest on some little out of the way planet. It had given him a chance to work uninterrupted for a start. Although he really did hope they wouldn't get into too much trouble. They were all far too good at that. Almost as good at it as him. But they'd been used as
Human -Doctor x Master-A/N: This was a prompt fill over at the Doctor Who Kink Meme community on LJ/DA The prompt was "Humanity" and I decide to try it :3 Hope you enjoy!
"You're too human,"
The Master is staring at him with discontent from the corner of the TARDIS, haunted eyes trailing the Doctor at all times. The comment was meant to sting but the Doctor welcomes it instead. "Well I have happened to hang around quite a few of them in my life time y'know," he states, twirling at a knob on the console.
The Master wrinkles his nose in distaste as he follows the Doctor's fingers. "It's annoying though,"
The Doctor senses the challenge coming on, and wiggles his eyebrow as a grin appears on his face as he realizes this. "Oh? How so?"
The Master leans his head back against the wall of the TARDIS and stares up at the ceiling, as though waiting for an answer to appear in front of his eyes. "Well," he starts. "For one thing, you're much too emotional."
"What, and that's annoying? What's wrong with a
"Get out of the way""Then take me with you," the Master requested, spreading his arms wide, approaching the Timelords. "Let me ascend into glory!" he continued, an insane smile on his face, awaiting praise for his deeds, a reward for freeing them from the time lock. But instead....
"You are diseased. Albeit a disease of our own creation. No more," Lord President Rassilon almost spat at the Master, whose face fell, as Rassilon started to extend his arm, the gauntlet over his hand starting to glow. The Master started to back away, suddenly realising that he was helpless. Had finally lost for good. But then, the unexpected happened as the Doctor mustered the last of his strength, putting himself between the Master and Rassilon, pointing Wilf's gun directly at the Lord President. And the Master's hearts leapt with joy, at the thought that the Doctor cared for him enough to gather the strength to put himself between them.
The Doctor had watched their conversation carefully. Had known Rassilon would never let t
The Doctor X The Master ~The Last Time LordThem few seconds went slow. Lucy shot him. The Master. The Doctor watched as his ex best friend, who he shared many childhood memories with, almost fell to the ground in complete pain. Luckily, The Doctor ran forward, holding The Master in his arms before he had hit the floor.
" There you go. I've got you. I've got you." The Doctor mumbled, as he watched him carefully for any signs of regeneration. There was none. It took time. Right? He should know. He's regenerated 10 times.
"Always the women." The Master chuckled slightly, though his voice was laced with pain, anger and sadness. The Doctor smiled sadly down at his enemy. Or childhood friend. The Master had set the toclafane on earth and almost killed everyone. He'd almost ended the world, but he couldn't stay mad at his old best friend. The only friend he had ever had back on Gallifray.
''I didn't see her." The Doctor replied, his voice almost a whisper. His voice, it sounded so broken. So saddened. This couldn't be real. But, it ha
So Wrong, So Right-Doctor x MasterWARNING: BoyxBoy, make-out
So wrong...the tenth incarnation of the Doctor repeated in his head. This was so wrong...
He was being pushed against the iconically blue door of the TARDIS, a pair of hands gripping the front of his brown pinstriped suit, forcing his mouth against someone else's, someone he knew all too well. The Master.
So wrong...yet he found himself kissing back with enthusiasm he didn't know he had, then eventually parting his lips slightly, letting the other's tongue in his mouth.
The kiss broke apart after a few moments, both gasping for air. For but a second, the Doctor was able to see logic through the confusion filling his head.
"St...stop..." He murmured, his voice rough. He raised his arms to push him away, but the Master pressed the other Time Lord's wrists against the door of the TARDIS.
He threw his head back against the TARDIS with a sharp groan, torn between resisting or giving in.
The Master took the unintentional invitation and started pressing kisses to th
You Did This To MeYou found me, restored me,
Brought me back to myself.
Your mistake gave me Heaven,
Now I'm giving you Hell.
You soiled them, every memento,
Every memory I own.
Each one stained with hypocrisy,
Permanent, etched in stone.
You made me, this monster,
This villain, the very thing you despise.
My twisted mind corrupted
When exposed to your lies.
You broke it, our friendship,
Our promise, our hearts and our trust.
The close bond we once shared
Now nothing but dust.
You owned me, you know,
Hearts, body, mind and soul.
I'd have given you the universe,
Yours and mine to control.
You destroyed everything,
All our old friends and foes dead now,
Home just one big mass grave.
You loved me, you said so,
The only lie that was true.
That's why I'm still bitter, Doctor,
'Cause I still love you, too.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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