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22 October 2007 @ 03:26 pm
#34 Too much  
Fic Name: A lack of subtlety
Rating: G
Prompt: #34 Too much
Claim: Ten/Master
Word count: 200 exactly
Summary: More LotTL AU. This time with added silliness.
AN: And, at last, there was the past tense and a healthy dose of cheerful crack. As you may have noticed, I haven't posted for a while - a much less ridiculous fic is being stubborn and not working at all - so I gave up on it and wrote this instead in about ten minutes.

Life onboard the TARDIS was slowly, but surely, driving the Master mad. Of course, he had already been quite mad to begin with, but it had been a rational madness – vortex driven, drums pounding in his head. Now, everything was just silly and the Doctor was always laughing at him, which made it worse.

“You’re cheating.”

“Of course, I’m not,” the Doctor said, laughing some more. “In fact, if you remember, I warned you about attacking the Middle East. I said you couldn't hold Asia.”

The Master flicked one of his own blue men squarely between the Doctor’s eyes. “I’m not playing any more until we play a proper game,” he said, pushing the Risk board to one side.

It was just stupid. Infuriatingly obvious. If the universe wanted to mock him, it could at least do so with a little style; a little more subtly.

“What about chess?” the Doctor offered, grinning. “Good enough for Death.”

“Better,” the Master agreed.

He lost four games of chess, a game of scrabble and two of Guess Who before it all became too much to bear. Much more of this would crush his spirit completely. Thursday's game nights would have to go.
Current Mood: sillysilly
zagethe on October 22nd, 2007 03:08 pm (UTC)
Poor widdle Mister Master. Makes ya want to cuddle him. *grin*
araliasaralias on October 22nd, 2007 05:19 pm (UTC)
Re: HeeHee
though obviously cuddling the psychopath is not to be advised really *grins* it just makes him unhappy.

glad you liked it :)