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It's all promethia_tenk's fault...
She wrote this, and then this particular bunny came back to me. A sequel to The Master Returns. Again. Title snagged from my icon. :)
Title: Don't Mess With River Song.
Length: 100 words.
Spoilers: S5. (And a knowledge of Last of the Timelords would be helpful.)
Setting: Sometime in the future.
Characters: Master (unspecified), River Song.
Rating: PG.
Don't Mess With River Song.
So near- so very near.
Escaping, hiding, planning, working, working, working... Only the touch of a button now stood between him and-
“Touch that button and I shoot. More than enough power for both your hearts - Master.”
He turned, sneering, because he knew how this story went. (A gun in four parts, strong enough to kill a Timelord...)
“As if he’d ask you to kill.”
She smiled then; a smile he’d not expected. A smile of ruthlessness and danger.
“I’m River Song. He doesn’t need to ask.”
Still - she was the Doctor’s wife... He reached towards the button.
She fired.
Title: Don't Mess With River Song.
Length: 100 words.
Spoilers: S5. (And a knowledge of Last of the Timelords would be helpful.)
Setting: Sometime in the future.
Characters: Master (unspecified), River Song.
Rating: PG.
So near- so very near.
Escaping, hiding, planning, working, working, working... Only the touch of a button now stood between him and-
“Touch that button and I shoot. More than enough power for both your hearts - Master.”
He turned, sneering, because he knew how this story went. (A gun in four parts, strong enough to kill a Timelord...)
“As if he’d ask you to kill.”
She smiled then; a smile he’d not expected. A smile of ruthlessness and danger.
“I’m River Song. He doesn’t need to ask.”
Still - she was the Doctor’s wife... He reached towards the button.
She fired.
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ALL THE EPICNESS
ALL THE MERCILESS
I CAN'T BE COHERENT
SIMPLY. CANNOT
The beginning was greatly written—but picturing this, him facing her… omfg.
*brain fizzles*
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*firm nod*
(There is a continuation to this, but it's not finished.)
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