Hello! Surprise! Boo. It's me, writing a Doctor Who fanfiction, but this time…I want to include you guys. This is my story prompt: kisses. The Doctor's relationship with people he's kissed. (This does include Jack and Rory, or kisses that could be non-canon, like the Master). Honestly, it's about relationships. And every one-shot will include a kiss. So I can do this by myself but I know you have ships. Or even if you don't have ships, you can ask about a friendship, like Donna. Just send in suggestions if you want any.
Okay, first, one of my favorite ships. *drumroll* The Doctor and the Master!
The laughter of the two teenage boys rang through the red fields. One boy swung from a lacy silver branch and the other, smiling, examined the whorls of a purple flower.
"Fascinating. You know, the structure of the flower is the same as the structure of the tree. Everything has the same basic structure, Koschei."
"How'd you figure that out?"
"Some of us actually have to pay attention in class in order to pass the tests."
With a sudden yelp, Koschei fell ten feet from the branch to the red grass below. The other boy dropped the flower he was studying and swung out of the tree after his friend.
"Are you alright?"
Koschei pressed his head to his head, his brow furrowed in pain.
"My head hurts. The drums, Theta. They never stop. Never. And it hurts. All the time."
"Did you tell anyone?"
"Who could I tell? No one believes they're real."
Theta leaned forward tentatively, brushing his friend's hair out of his face.
"I'll help. When I get bigger, I'll be a doctor. And I'll steal a transporter and we'll run away together and I'll fix the drums and everything will be better. "
Koschei smiled.
"I know I can count on you, Theta."
Without thinking, Theta leaned forward and kissed his friend. Koschei pulled back after a second.
"What was that for?"
Theta blushed, turning his face away from Koschei.
"I…I don't know. I just…wanted to. Sorry"
Koschei smiled.
"I don't have a problem with it."
Theta's eyes widened.
"Oh."
And this time, Koschei was the one to lean in.
Hundreds of years later. I think. Who the hell knows? It's Doctor Who.
The man in the scruffy black hoodie stared at the man with the brown trench coat in the abandoned junkyard, both remembering the same day.
"Let me help you, Master."
"No one can help me."
"Maybe I can. I can try. Please, Master. Please…Koschei."
The man who was called the Master stared at the man who was called the Doctor.
"Remember that day in the fields?"
"Before it all started."
"Before I tried to kill you so many times. Before the Time War. Before…"
The Doctor smiled, ducking his head.
"The drums are real. I know it now, Koschei. And I want to help you now."
The two timelords stood close to each other, close enough for the Master to touch his forehead to the Doctor's.
"I don't need your help, Doctor."
The Master leaned closer and brushed his lips against the Doctor's.
"I'm sorry it turned out this way, Theta."
"Me too."
A/N
Soo…What do you think? Like the idea? Hate it? Send me your opinions! And also, any ships you want me to write about? Love you guys!
-KC