So here is a quick little Doctor/Master drabble, thought I'd give it a go, cause I adore this paring! Warning contains spoilers for The end of time and slash... dur. Reviews are very much appreciated!
Imagine waiting for years to find the man you loved, only to find that he had become embittered and twisted since you had parted, that he was different from the man you used to love but not different enough to stop you from loving him with all your hearts. And then imagine watching him die, in your arms with nothing you could possibly do... he chose his own death over you!
What kind of a person could possibly live with this? And after all of that feel some feeling of joy at the thought of their loved one still somehow living, only to have that feeling ripped away when discovering that he was broken in a worse way that before.
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It was the longest day of the year on Gallifrey, the twin suns only beginning to fade against the amber sky, the trees casting shadows over rolling hills of cherry red. Beautiful fragrant grass, against which lay two young time Lords, on holiday for the summer in much the same way that Earth youths would be in centuries to come.
One propped his head up with his arm, resting his elbow on the red ground and just studied his apparently sleeping companion. "Theta, why are you staring at me?"
The boy, Theta smiled, "Because you're beautiful Koschei."
"I know."
Theta sighed, leaning over Koschei and gently pressing his lips to the other's, they tasted like the fresh fruit they had picked earlier that day, sweet yet tangy. He lent back, pressing his back into the grass, as Koschei propped himself up, watching his companion with curiosity, tilting his head to the side, "Theta..."
Theta looked away.
"Don't worry, I don't care what everyone else says, Gallifrey is nothing but pompous and old fashioned, I'm never going to leave you."
Theta smiled and sat up, so that his and Koschei's faces where mere inches away, "You mean that?"
"Of course, you're mine, even if you regenerate into an ugly old man, I'll just kill you until you're pretty again."
Theta laughed, pressing their lips together, as behind them in the Gallifreyian sky, the suns set on a perfect day.
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The Doctor had to keep reminding himself that the Master and Koschei, his Koschei where not the same, so why did he keep thinking his Master? The Master...... he was alive and somewhere, Koschei was there, just as somewhere within the Doctor was Theta, the innocent youth running across red fields on Gallifrey. And as he watched all the people around him change into replicas of the only person he could ever love and loathe at the same time, he prayed to anyone who was listening that somewhere, somehow Koschei and Theta could be together, before they had become cheap imitations of themselves, before they had become broken.