Title: Jealousy
Pairing:implied Doctor/Master,implied Rassilon/Omega
Rating:Gen
Word count: 437
Disclaimer: not mine
Spoilers: slight for TEOT pt.2
Summary: au of a scene from The End of Time.
"It talks of two survivors, beyond the final day. Two children of Gallifrey."
"Does it name them?"
"It foresees them locked in their final confrontation, the 'enmity of ages,' which would suggest---"
Rassilon moves his mouth silently for a few seconds and drums his gauntlet free fingers on the tabletop, then he makes a disgruntled noise and then slumps back in his chair, making a facial expression akin to someone that has just eaten a bowl of lemons.
The nearest Time Lord looks at him uncertainly. Rassilon glares at him and turns him into dust with the gauntlet.
He glares at the rest of the assembled party, "What?" he snaps.
"Nothing, Lord President," they murmur collectively.
"Good," he sneers and then returns to his slumped position, sulking.
They sit there in silence for a while, planet crumbling around them, even the Visionary ceases her ramblings but continues scribbling.
Every so often Rassilon will huff out an annoyed breath and when someone glances in his direction, he will look the other way to avoid his or her eye.
After several micro-span, during which time the planet was still in imminent danger from the Doctor, one of Rassilon's lackeys, which he had assimilated onto the high council, cleared his throat and rather naively asked, "Who does the prophecy speak of Lord President?"
He makes another huffy noise and if he had long hair, he would toss it over his shoulder in disgust. He muses for a moment on growing his hair out.
He glances at the Time Lord stupid enough to open his mouth again, "Well, I'm not saying it" he pouts childishly.
The Time Lord in question clearly does not know when his life has been spared because he continues in the same naive tone, "Not saying what, my Lord?"
The female Time Lord sitting beside the Visionary sighs loudly and answers, "It concerns the Doctor and the Master"
"Oh" and then thankfully, he falls silent, but not permanently "Why them?" and looks back at Rassilon.
Rassilon who in the meantime has worked up some not-so-righteous indignation, thunders "Why them indeed! That hopeless pair of love-struck teenagers! Hah! Enmity! ENMITY! I will tell you who had enmity! Omega and I, that's right! We had more enmity in our little fingers than those two have in all their regenerations."
The Time Lord to Rassilon's left, pats his hand and says, "That's very nice Rassilon but in case you haven't noticed, the planet is still dying."
Rassilon turns him to dust too, and grumbles something about how awe-inspiring their enmity was and pretentious upstart children are nothing in comparison.