Flynn is a Time Lord
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who...but BBC Wales should hire me...
"Come on, Kos," the Doctor said, grabbing the Master by the arm and starting to drag him out of the console room. "Movie night! My choice this time." Very unwillingly, the Master allowed himself to be taken to the theatre, but not without voicing his opinions of the whole idea of a movie night.
"Movie nights are so human though." he complained. "I don't see why we have to do them too!" But this argument didn't achieve anything. He hadn't really expected it would, what with the Doctor's obsession with the human race. That's probably why he insisted on doing these type of things anyway, he reasoned. If anything, he would have been better off by not bringing this fact to the Doctor's attention, as it was likely they would have to do them more often.
"You weren't complaining when you chose the movie last week." the Doctor said, not stopping in his march for the theatre.
"Yeah, but-" The Master had no good argument to battle that last one. "You're going to choose something sappy and romantic, though. I don't want to watch that!" He pulled his arm free from the Doctor's grasp. "And I can walk on my own."
"I have excellent taste in movies, thank you very much." the Doctor protested, pushing open the doors to the theatre.
"So, what is it tonight?" the Master asked, resigned to his fate. The Doctor sat down happily and patted the cushion next to him.
"You'll see!" he practically sang. "Sit down." The Master did so, glaring warily at the screen as if it might start shooting rose petals at him at any moment; he wouldn't put it past the TARDIS either to do just that.
It was soon revealed that the movie of the Doctor's choice was Tangled, at which the Master groaned and slouched down in his seat further, determined that he would not enjoy this at all.
Sometime later on in the movie, the Master asked, "Does anyone get killed in the near future? Tortured? Enslaved?" He looked at the Doctor with a look of desperation on his face. "Anything at all? 'Cause so far there's been only happiness and dancing."
"Shhh..." the Doctor hissed, putting a finger to his lips, eyes still locked onto the movie.
A few minuted later, the Master had to comment yet again. "Why is only her hair regenerating? That seems rather pointless." The Doctor shrugged in response.
Neither of the Time Lords knew it, but slowly, throughout the movie, the Doctor moved closer to the Master, and the Master had put him arm around the other.
"This is a horribly mushy song." the Master said when the lantern scene came on.
"This is a great song!" the Doctor defended Disney. "It's my favourite scene!"
"Yeah, well, it would be." the Master sighed. The Doctor continued watching in silence. He did, though, rest his head on the Master's shoulder. Neither of them spoke for a bit, save the Master cheering on the villains now and then and the Doctor pointing out everything wrong that they had done.
And then, "He's regenerating?!" came the Master's surprised outburst when golden light began to spill from Flynn's body.
"Unlike someone I know." the Doctor said under his breath.
"I already apologised." the Master said defensively.
"What? I didn't say anything..."
When the movie was over, neither of them moved for a few minutes, watching the credits roll.
"See, that wasn't too bad." the Doctor said. "Even if you won't say so, you liked it."
"It was fine, I guess." the Master conceded. "Don't ask me to watch it again."
"Let's go to sleep, Kos." The Doctor stood and yawned.
"Yeah, alright." he said, also standing and taking the Doctor's hand. He pressed a light kiss to the Doctor's lips. "Next time I choose."
A/N Thank you so much for reading! I absolutely love this pairing! The idea sort of came from a Tumblr post, but then it changed into something else...
