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Not The Last. (2/6)
I know I have comments to reply to, but there are children to attend to and all that, so I'm a bit rushed. Will get there though, don't worry! But since I had this pretty much done I thought I might just post it - very, very short (388 words). Spoilers for end of S3. (Setting etc. under cut)
Title: Not The Last
Setting: AU-post 'Sound of Drums'.
Spoilers: End of S3.
Rating: PG.
Characters: The Master, the Doctor, OC.
Feedback: I am *starved*! Please give me some?
Chapter one here.
Part 2
Total silence reigned as the Master walked up to the top of the stairs, a tiny bundle in his arms. Every worker and soldier on the Valiant was assembled below, waiting nervously - the last 12 hours had been nerve-wracking, especially after the Master had killed one of the midwives in a fit of frustration.
Looking out over the small crowd and into the camera pointed at him, the Master smiled.
“My subjects! Please extend a warm welcome to - Alexander! Or, you know, just grovel. Either will do just fine!”
He waited a moment for the applause to ebb out, then he descended, holding out the baby to the Doctor.
“Look! Isn’t he perfect? Do you like the name?”
The Doctor did his best not to show how affected he was, which wasn’t hard. Sometimes being old was very useful - and there was no way he was going to show emotion. He’d have to appear be as detached as possible...
“I’m wondering why you didn’t just call him ‘The Great’ and have it done with?” he asked drolly.
The Master grinned, and shot his son an adoring glance. “Oh he’ll choose his own name when the time comes - won’t you my boy? And until then... Did you notice that I chose a human name, Doctor? A legendary emperor...”
“Who just happened to massacre thousands...”
“And they still think he’s great, don’t they?” The Master was suddenly cold. “The only reason they hate me is that I’ve managed to do what none of them has - conquer the whole world.”
Standing up he dismissed the assembled humans with a wave and strode over to the window, holding up the infant so he could look out too.
“So small, isn’t it? Such a small kingdom. But don’t worry little prince, soon enough we’ll have more worthy subjects to rule over. And maybe a castle... what do you think, does a castle sound nice?”
The baby made a little cooing sound and the Master chuckled.
“Yes, I think so too. And it’ll have dungeons I think - nice and dark!” He shot the Doctor a pointed look over his shoulder, and the Doctor closed his eyes.
‘Not long now... Oh Martha, the plan has to work. Because now I also have to save a child before his father turns him into a monster.’
Part 3.
Title: Not The Last
Setting: AU-post 'Sound of Drums'.
Spoilers: End of S3.
Rating: PG.
Characters: The Master, the Doctor, OC.
Feedback: I am *starved*! Please give me some?
Chapter one here.
Total silence reigned as the Master walked up to the top of the stairs, a tiny bundle in his arms. Every worker and soldier on the Valiant was assembled below, waiting nervously - the last 12 hours had been nerve-wracking, especially after the Master had killed one of the midwives in a fit of frustration.
Looking out over the small crowd and into the camera pointed at him, the Master smiled.
“My subjects! Please extend a warm welcome to - Alexander! Or, you know, just grovel. Either will do just fine!”
He waited a moment for the applause to ebb out, then he descended, holding out the baby to the Doctor.
“Look! Isn’t he perfect? Do you like the name?”
The Doctor did his best not to show how affected he was, which wasn’t hard. Sometimes being old was very useful - and there was no way he was going to show emotion. He’d have to appear be as detached as possible...
“I’m wondering why you didn’t just call him ‘The Great’ and have it done with?” he asked drolly.
The Master grinned, and shot his son an adoring glance. “Oh he’ll choose his own name when the time comes - won’t you my boy? And until then... Did you notice that I chose a human name, Doctor? A legendary emperor...”
“Who just happened to massacre thousands...”
“And they still think he’s great, don’t they?” The Master was suddenly cold. “The only reason they hate me is that I’ve managed to do what none of them has - conquer the whole world.”
Standing up he dismissed the assembled humans with a wave and strode over to the window, holding up the infant so he could look out too.
“So small, isn’t it? Such a small kingdom. But don’t worry little prince, soon enough we’ll have more worthy subjects to rule over. And maybe a castle... what do you think, does a castle sound nice?”
The baby made a little cooing sound and the Master chuckled.
“Yes, I think so too. And it’ll have dungeons I think - nice and dark!” He shot the Doctor a pointed look over his shoulder, and the Doctor closed his eyes.
‘Not long now... Oh Martha, the plan has to work. Because now I also have to save a child before his father turns him into a monster.’
Part 3.