Author's Note : I don't hate Katy Perry. I'm not a huge fan of her, either. But when I first heard this song, the first thing I thought this could apply to was the Doctor. Takes place during the Year That Never Was.
Disclaimer – I do not own the song 'E.T.' That belongs to Katy Perry. Neither do I own Doctor Who, although I'd certainly like my own TARDIS, complete with the Doctor. They belong to the BBC.
That Infernal Song
It was that song again.
That song. The one the Master so loved playing over and over again, just to annoy him. It wasn't even released this year – it was due to be released by some American pop artist a few years from now. How the Master had obtained the song was a secret he'd take to the grave – or pyre, depending on perspective.
It wasn't the artist that annoyed him – although he'd certainly make a note to visit her to smack her over the head once he was out of this infernal cage the Master had put him in.
No – it was the lyrics that annoyed him most. Never mind the accursed rapper who chose the worst of words to use – there was a far better choice of vocabulary than his, although they did contribute to his irritation. It was the singer.
" Kiss me – k-k-kiss me. Infect me with your lovin', fill me with your poison—"
The Doctor ground his teeth, shutting his eyes as if he hoped to shut out the abomination of a pop song that played in an endless loop. It was almost worse than the drum beat that the Master continuously tapped out.
"You're, boy, you're an alien. Your, touch so for-er-en. It's su-per-nat-tur-al. Ex-tra-ter-rest-stri-al."
There would be a day when Katy Perry would regret being credited with the song E.T. when she faced the wrath of the last Time Lord.