Well, it certainly has been a while since I did a random "Doctor Who" oneshot…so here I am doing it again! Haha xD
This one was (sorta) requested by my sister, Maddie.
Title: An Unlikely Pairing
Summary: This was wrong on so many levels. She knew they shouldn't be doing this – in reality, they should be mortal enemies. But right now, they're not. And when this finishes, it's going to hurt.
Prompter: MoreThanEternity.
Pairings: Donna/Master (don't judge me! D:), some 10/Rose (of course xD).
An Unlikely Pairing
This was wrong on so many levels. She knew they shouldn't be doing this – in reality, they should be mortal enemies.
The man had taken over her home planet, Earth, and imprisoned the whole human race. Her mother, her grandfather, all her friends and family were trapped down there somewhere on the Earth's fiery surface. Dead or alive, how could she know?
Martha Jones, Captain Jack Harkness and all the Torchwood team were also down there somewhere, fighting to save the whole world, but Donna knew the man before her wouldn't stop searching for them, which slimmed their chances of actually defeating him.
The world may've fallen for the same old tricks, but the Master wouldn't.
In the end, to return, the Master had used her. She was an absolutely perfect gateway back to his former glory.
The Master had stored his Time Lord essence in a ring, which his wife Lucy had taken from his grave site. She had then used instructions from her husband to somehow travel back in time and give it to Donna, who had kept it and worn it during her Time Lord metacrisis. After her memories were repressed by the Doctor, all the Time Lord regeneration energy had travelled down to the ring, which was really a receptor and had absorbed it. One night, when Donna had taken off the ring, the ring had mixed the essence and the regeneration energy to reform the Master.
The Doctor was also somewhere onboard this ship, the Valiant, as well. The first time she saw him again, they had just brought onboard, and the Doctor had received a hard enough hit to the head that he was slightly out of it.
"Awwwww, the Valiant! Now this brings back memories!" he had laughed, his head thumping back against the wall of his prison cell, "I feel so nostalgic!"
The blonde next to him had shaken her head and returned her gaze to Donna.
"You're back," she'd said, her first words to Donna.
"I could say the same to you," Donna had quipped back.
Rose Tyler shook her head before telling her that she had been back in the Doctor's life for a while.
Donna couldn't help but worry about her friends hidden somewhere onboard the Valiant; she worried about the Doctor but more so about Rose, who would be going on for five months pregnant with the Doctor's baby. The small strands of knowledge she still had from the metacrisis told her that this pregnancy would be high-risk enough with a half-human, half-Time Lord growing, but with the added stress of imprisonment, Donna feared for both Rose and the baby's life.
Yes, all evidence and sense said that she and the Master should be enemies. But when she was pressed up against him, lips on hers, who cared about sense?
The first time he had kissed her, they had been in the middle of an argument…again.
Since she had helped him regain his power, he'd tried to be nice – he'd given her rooms rather than a prison cell and fed her proper food rather than the disgusting stuff sent down to the vaults for the Doctor and Rose each day. But she had been stubborn and everyday just walked out of the rooms in an attempt to escape.
He'd been fairly lenient the first eight times – he hadn't even been to see her, he'd just added more and more guards outside her door. But travelling with the Doctor hadn't left her totally uneducated and getting past the guards was easy enough. The last time, though, the Master had finally reached the end of his tether and demanded Donna be brought to his office, where they had began quite a passionate argument.
He tried to talk calmly, she yelled.
He yelled, she positively screamed.
He made one too many ginger remarks, she raised her hand to slap him, he caught her hand.
They looked each other in the eyes one moment too long, and the next thing either of them knew, their lips had clashed together and their hands were grabbing and clawing, ripping at all barriers between them.
When she returned to her room, clothes askew and hair slightly messy, she had thought that would be that; they had both satisfied their curiosity and most primal needs, and they were done now. She had told herself that the one time had been more than enough, and to let it happen again would just be betraying the Doctor.
But the night after that, when she was tucked up in bed and reading the first book she had found that sufficiently distracted her from thoughts of the Master, he visited her rooms, lazily dressed in just a robe. Her first thought was outrage – that he thought he could just come to her anytime he wanted, and leave just as easily, but she didn't even have time to voice these thoughts – or say anything for that matter – as she soon found her lips otherwise occupied.
That was the thing about the Master; he could be very persuasive.
What they had was in no way romantic – it was passionate as you like, but he didn't hang around after, he didn't take her to dinner or to movies but they had both been happy with the circumstances in the beginning. Donna was certain she didn't occupy the Master's thoughts at all during the day, and she knew she didn't visit the Master's dreams – if he dreamed – like he did hers.
Sometimes she wondered at what point exactly she fell in love with him.
Most of the time, she just let herself go along with the ride, trying desperately to make these feelings go away.
Because Donna Noble had no doubt that her friends would be horrified to learn what she got up to with him almost every night. She had no doubt her friends would find a way to defeat the Master, and end his rein of terror over Earth. And she had no doubt that if she was still in love with him by the time that happened, it would hurt.
Donna leant back against the wall, her legs tucked under her as she sat on the window seat of her room, looking out at the clouds outside and the sun rising just behind them.
How did an insignificant temp from Chiswick get here?
She gently stroked the fabric of the shirt she wore – his shirt – and it ran through her head, yet again, just how wrong this was.
Donna Noble, companion of the Doctor and therefore enemy of all his enemies, falling into bed with the Master each night. How wrong was that? After everything that man had done, they should be mortal enemies.
Donna sensed the Master watching her from the bed in the centre of the room – this was the first time he had stayed the night, and she wondered momentarily if maybe he was a little more attached then necessary as well.
They should be mortal enemies.
But right now, they're not.
And, Donna knew in that moment, that when this finishes, it was still going to hurt.
Well? :D
First time I've written a ship like that haha ^^
I hope you enjoyed – if you managed to survive til the end :)
And remember…sticks and stones may break my bones, but flames will hurt forever :(
Review? Xxx