Paradox
Summary- Daylight savings time has arrived, but the Master refuses to change the clocks, insisting on a paradox. How will the Doctor convince him he's wrong?
Disclaimer- If I did own Doctor Who, the Master would not have died. Considering the fact that he did… Well, figure it out.
Author's Note- Quick idea, inspired by Daylight Savings Time and a really long conversation. Most of the Master's ideas are my own, the Doctor's ideas are the combined opinions of Tiny Tim and Heisey. Don't ask. It's a bit different than my usual stuff, but I wrote it on this new invention called paper. Sorry about the lack of an update. Unless I am struck by divine inspiration, the second chapter of my songfic will be up next week.
"I refuse! This is a ridiculous idea, suggested by a more ridiculous human," growled the Master on a crisp fall morning.
"It's not ridiculous! Think what would happen if you didn't set your clocks back an hour- you'd fall back in time, you'd be moving ahead of everything, your Diabolical Plot would end in disaster, you'd set off the armada too early…" the Doctor gestured helplessly, trying to get the mad Time Lord to understand the relatively simple concept of Daylight Savings Time.
"But… Where does it go?"
The Doctor Spock-Eyebrowed him.
"The extra hour! The one that we supposedly get from nowhere! The hour that defies all logic of Time and Space!"
"The hour doesn't come from nowhere. The way we see it changes, but not Time itself. Time, in all truth, is an illusion," the Doctor countered.
"That's rich, coming from a Time Lord.'
"You are aware that Daylight Savings Time did not exist until Ben Franklin suggested it."
"Perhaps Benjamin Franklin was in league with a higher power when he suggested it. Perhaps he knew that the missing hours would, in time, create a paradox, that would manifest as a large green ham, which would destroy the universe as we know it!" exclaimed the Time Lord.
"Are you suggesting that Benjamin Franklin is God?"
"I am most certainly not!"
The two bickered back and forth for several hours until the Doctor came up with a Brilliant Idea.
"Let's ask Jack!"
Much running later and convincing later….
"No, no way…" the ex Time Agent was in denial. "Missing hours don't manifest. They just… Sorta…" Jack's response was cut off by a slight shimmer in the air.
"Manifestation! Manifestation!" the Master cried, pointing wildly.
The shimmer became brighter, growing in size until…
"WHAT?!"
"That's not…"
"I told you!"
In the direct center of the floor sat, in all of it's Monty Python glory, the Trojan Bunny.
A/N- Hope you liked it. Review if you want, remember my karma rule. You review me and I'll review you, which makes the world a warm fuzzy place.