Friend?:
(Basically, I'm horrible. And I came up with this idea. My mind refuses to let it be in 3rd person, as I normally like to do. Hopefully this causes you emotional pain, which is the only reason someone should read these shots…
EDIT: Yeah, basically from here on I experimented with new writing styles so please forgive excessive stupidity and bad styles on my part.)
"Don't know what I'd be without that noise."
You'd be Koschei. You'd be my best friend. You'd be the best man I'd ever known. You'd be the same mischievous devil I've come to love. You'd be travelling with me.
I wouldn't have been alone for all these years. Many races would still be in existence. The humans would have been threatened so much less. You'd be Koschei.
You'd never have been the Master.
We'd have shown Borusa why he shouldn't mess with the two main rebels of the Broken Generation. We'd never have let Rassilon escape that stone prison, in the first place.
Mortimus wouldn't have gone insane. The Meddling Monk would never have existed.
Maybe we'd have kept Ushas in check, too. Maybe she wouldn't have become that sociopathic scientist, the Rani. She'd still be telling us we're idiots, but she'd be sane.
You'd have made me kill those Daleks. We could have stopped them, you and I.
They'd never have started the Time War. We'd have been heroes. The men who stopped the worst parallel universe from ever occurring.
This universe would never have existed.
Theta Sigma Lungbarrow and Koschei Oakdown. The Saviors of Gallifrey.
We'd have become Lord Presidents.
Together, we could have made sure that Millenia wasn't captured by the Celestial Toymaker.
We could have saved Jelpax from the Nightmare Child. We could have protected him from it, and we didn't. We never tried. We never could.
We'd have been the first respected renegades in history. The renegades that proved that not all travelers are evil.
Wouldn't it have been so much fun to travel together? So much less painful than apart?
I'd have done a better job. I'd never let you get hurt. You'd never have exceeded the regeneration limit.
And yeah, maybe I'd still have to live with a few hundred years of that horrible goatee you've been obsessed with since your 3rd incarnation. I kind of miss it.
I really do.
I miss you.
I miss you so much, Koschei.
Can you come back?
I'm different now, and so are you. How different would we have been if we'd stuck together? Would you have been the hero of the story? Would I have been the villain?
I'd sacrifice it. I'd sacrifice everything. For you, Koschei. I'd give my sanity for you to have yours. If I could, I would hand over those last precious strands remaining. I wish you'd come back. I wish you'd be Koschei Oakdown. Not the mad man you are today.
If only for your happiness.
We'd be a pair, huh? While we travel through the universe?
The Boy Who Dealed With Death.
And the Boy Who Death Claimed.
The perfect mix.
Looking back, I'd have traded myself in your place. You'd have been a much better hero. You always were better.
Master, you ask who you would be without those drums. Well, what about me?
"Who would I be without you?"
(Did not mean for that, oh god. It's so damn shippy. I wrote it as friends, holy hell. I see how most writers feel.)
