A/N: hello, all! All right, this is my very first fic having anything to do with Doctor Who, and... well... it's a bit on the unconventional side. it's also more of a drabble than a fic. *sweatdrop* ^.^;; I hope you like it... it's highly odd, I think, yet I'm strangely happy with it, in a sense. I poured some oil in a little bowl of water and observed it while saying the following drabble to myself. then I thought, "I have to write this," so I did. I hope it's okay! ^.^;; enjoy.
A/N II: the Doctor and the Master (Ten/Simm!Master) are supposed to be personified by the Oil and Water, obviously. Though it doesn't exactly matter who's who.
Oil and Water.
They have never properly come together before, and they probably never will; they've never combined, never become one. People always say – and always have said – that they are complete opposites and are, most definitely, not meant for each other. People say a lot of things.
But is it true?
Is it true that Oil and Water don't combine? Is it true that they remain separate?
Oil, tired and weary, always settles to rest upon Water, who is always willing to provide support. Water is always there, without fail, willing to provide love and someone to lean on. Oil loves back, and is always silently thankful.
People say a lot of things.