Sonnet to the Mistress
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: K but it's slashy
It's my first Doctor/Master drabble and not to be taken seriously.
My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red.
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes there is more delight
Than in the breath that from my Mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My Mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
William Shakespeare
Interrupting his lecture the Doctor looked up and smiled at his companion.
"You know, this is exactly what I'd use if I'd have to describe you in a poem."
On the opposite side of the TARDIS console the Master sat up on the seat.
"Say what?"
The Doctor chuckled.
"Well it's just as it's described here. For example the first line: 'My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.' Your eyes are a warm honey brown and it's not the sun's colour. Well there is that one planet where it comes close to it… I like your eyes though."
Said eyes flashed dangerously as the Master straightened himself to full – and not quite intimidating – height.
"Yes. Go on then. What other imperfection of me did that human write down in his incredible flash of brilliance?" he said demonstratively calm and slowly started to walk around the flashing console. Laughing the Doctor proceeded.
"Oh my, you're pale but neither snow nor roses have the right colour for a healthy time lord's complexion. And you must admit that your hair is rather messy compared to your previous bodies." He grinned. "I love ruffling it, it's so soft."
The Master now had reached the Doctor's seat and his eyes shot daggers. This slowly but steadily started to make the Doctor nervous.
"Er- I highly enjoy talking to you if the conversation lasts longer that five minutes before we start bickering. But music is made to please, naturally I like it! Unless it's one of those horrible songs you like to sing along to." He made the attempt to lighten the mood with a bad placed joke but the Master ignored it leaning closer.
"And about that last part?"
His voice was dripping with supressed anger. The Doctor swallowed.
"What part?"
"The goddess part."
Now the Doctor rolled his eyes.
"Oh please! I know you have an extremely high opinion of yourself but each time you try to enslave the universe you are nothing like a god. You just look ridiculous in my eyes when you do that."
The Master placed his hands on both sides of the Doctor's legs, trapping him.
"I see."
"Was that it? Because those things do nothing to conceal the fact that you are wonderful."
"No Doctor. Those things are not pleasing but there is another one. The most unforgivable of them all."
His voice rose to a roar.
What would that be? What had he overseen that would anger the Master more than not being godlike?
"It's about a woman!"
Oh, that.
"How dared you? Mistress? My name is the MASTER, I am NOT a time lady, how can you even dare think of it!"
He was screaming now, eyes wide and a vein throbbing on his forehead.
"You are quite girlish sometimes." the Doctor muttered.
"I heard that!" came the next shout. "Doctor, you have one last chance to excuse that!"
He was definitely homicidal now and to his shame the Doctor had to admit that he was slightly terrified.
"Uh∼ I love you?" he said making his best puppy eyes.
It was a miracle that he managed to avoid the first blow and the TARDIS echoed with Gallifreyan swearing for the next two hours"