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Best Enemies
A Cosmos Without Doctor/Master Scarcely Bears Thinking About
Remember that table of all possible Doctor/Master combinations I once jokingly suggested? 
21st-Mar-2009 06:07 pm
Best Enemies
Given unto us by the magnanimous bakaknight, made uglier in the process of saving to html and uploading by me. Seriously, you do not want to see this code. It is like the Baby With No Face of code.

EDIT: Oh wait, bakaknight even saved you from fuglor, code of the fug-people! Woo!



The 'Pure Canon' Table
Doctors/MasterKoscheiDelgadoCrispy!AinleyCheetah!TippleGoosnake!RobertsYanaJacobiSimm
1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10

10!(JohnSmith)

10!(Handy)

11

Valeyard



The 'Extended' Table
Doctors/MastersKoscheiDelgadoCrispy!AinleyCheetah!TippleGoosnake!RobertsYanaJacobiSimmShalka!WarChief!PryceGatiss
1


2

3


4

5


6

7


8

9


10


10!(JohnSmith)


10!(Handy)

11


Valeyard

Merlin
(42)


Shalka!


Atkinson

R.
Grant


Broadbent


H. Grant


Lumley


Warner



The 'Completely Crazy, did you really include that, my god you are absolutely nuts!' Table
Doctors/MastersKosheiDelgadoCrispy!AinleyCheetah!TippleGoosnake!RobertsYanaJacobiSimmShalka!WarChief!PryceGatiss1
1


2
2

3
3


4

5


6

7


8

9


10


10!(JohnSmith)


10!(Handy)

11


Valeyard

Merlin
(42)


Shalka!


Atkinson


R.Grant


Broadbent

H.
Grant


Lumley


Warner

Donna
Noble


Jackson Lake


The Other



Want to post your own, to see how you're doing?









No, I kind of meant that seriously, we should get on writing the rest of these.
Comments 
14th-Apr-2009 08:34 pm (UTC) - Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
It didn't happen often that the Time Lords, the Daleks and the Master all wanted the Doctor to do the same thing (except for those times they all wanted him to die, but the Doctor chose to believe that only the Daleks really meant it). So when it did happen, he was instantly suspicious. But his burning curiosity was stronger than caution. He needed to see this for himself. He needed to figure out the web of intrigue that must have led to this.

That was one reason that he had taken his TARDIS into enemy territory. But the other, truer reason was that his blood had run cold when he'd received a message in the Master's calm, gentle voice, asking him to take his ashes to Gallifrey. He'd said please, and it hadn't been irony.

Skaro was still the same. It had a taste in the air like cold rage, and a feel to it like a sharp nail against a blackboard.

"Interesting," the Doctor observed as he walked into the Master's cell, flanked by Dalek guards. To his surprise, the creatures returned to the corridor, leaving them alone. "I could swear I destroyed this place."

"How casually you talk about the destruction of worlds, Doctor." No greetings necessary between them, even though the Master had changed bodies again. Through sheer psychic power he had forced this new one to look very much like the old one, another approximation of his first. Dark hair, light eyes, an echo of the boy he'd been. The Doctor thought this strange attachment to the original was symptomatic of the Master's refusal to let go - of life, of love, of anything he considered his possession.

"You look older," the Master said, studying him as well.

The Doctor smiled tightly. "It's been a long time."

"Not as long as you might think."

His brows climbing up, the Doctor leaned on his umbrella. He tilted his head. "Funny. This almost sounds as if you want to tell me a story. And there I thought this was an arcane trap, or possibly a plot to get you out of here."

Shaking his head, the Master motioned at the opposite his own. "Sit. It is a trap, but not for you. And as for me, the Daleks will execute me come dawn - or rather sooner, I suspect."

The Doctor took the offer of sitting down. He was getting old - his joints welcomed the rest. There wasn't a lot of space in the cell. If the Master had reached out, he could have touched the him. Holding his umbrella between his knees, the Doctor rested his chin on red, question mark handle, his thoughts racing while he did so, following the Master's cryptic remarks. "A trap. Not for me and not for you - that leaves the Daleks. And it's already been sprung, has it? I thought they were behaving strangely - all this talk about trial and ashes and treaties. It seems someone infected them with a sense of justice. So this is one of your plots?"

The Master narrowed his eyes, smiling. There was a trace of cat still left in that smile. "Nine out of ten, my old friend. I'm only a pawn this time. Or rather, a rook - a trojan horse, to be precise. You're good at this, but not as good as you are when you're mad."

"Mad?" The Doctor chuckled, amused. "I haven't been mad in a couple of life-times."

"Then how do you explain that you don't remember that this is your plot, Doctor? Has your labyrinthine mind gone around the bend? I rather think so." At the sight of the Doctor's expression, the Master laughed. It wasn't quite so wild a laugh as it used to be, perhaps because there scarcely seemed air enough for it in this cell. "Tell me, Doctor, does the name 'the Other' ring a bell?"

"Pardon me?"

"Rassilon, Omega and - - "

" - the Other," the Doctor breathed. His back tingled as if someone were silently looking over his shoulder.

"Congratulations, Doctor. Of course you wouldn't acquire so pedestrian a mental condition as thinking that you're Rassilon, or Omega. Any old Time Lord in his last regeneration occasionally has them. But you, oh, you're the Other. The third man. The mysterious puppet master."

For a second, the Doctor forgot to breathe, but then he leaned back and laughed. It was a quiet laugh, tinged with sadness. "You almost convinced me. What's this? A last prank for old times' sake?"
14th-Apr-2009 08:44 pm (UTC) - Re: Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
The Master didn't lose his grave expression. He leaned forward, across the space between them, until their faces were close together. The Master's hand curled around the umbrella handle, nearly touching the Doctor's own. "Do you know what you said? And I don’t mean all those grand-standing hints about your past and future plans. After you bribed me with a new body and threatened me and seduced me, and finally sold me onto this plot of yours?”

The Doctor wanted to stop the Master’s relentless monologue, deny any and all of it, but at the same time he found his lips moving along with the Master’s, forming the same words a split second before the Master did, reciting what he already knew. He knew, of course he knew about the Other. He had just never been entirely sure if it was real. Never been sure enough to tell anyone about it. But the Other had apparently taken care of that. The Master leaned closer, a glint of a smile colouring his words.

“You said to me, ‘I had a deal with the dear Doctor . A special little arrangement, just for you, Master. You’re a nuisance, and if it had been just me, I’d have eliminated you at the first chance. But the Doctor fought me on this. He said that I could have the Daleks, and the Cybermen, and Rassilon and Omega, but not you. You were his. The only part of the Doctor that was completely his, and not part of my plan for him. You’re nothing, in the grand scheme of things.’ I was annoyed, understandably. I called you a madman.”

“Ha,” the Doctor said tonelessly. His skin was icy with dread, but still he couldn’t stop talking nonsense. “A case of the pot and the kettle, wouldn’t you say.”

“You thought me funny then, too. ‘Oh, but you don’t understand,’ you said. ‘The Doctor loves you.’ How typical of you, that you can only admit it in the third person. ‘He loves every minute with you, because it’s the only time he feels truly himself. So we have a deal. He’ll fulfil his destiny. My destiny. And in turn, I leave you alone.’ I pointed out that you hadn’t left me alone. ‘I was curious. And since you don’t believe that I’m truly the other, I never interfered, because you must be doing all this for the Doctor.’”

The Doctor swallowed. He felt very small just then, no taller than his short body. The web of his plans was askew, pulled out from under his feet. Another was pulling the strings. And the Master, a fly caught in the web, had become the Other’s prey. The Doctor lowered his eyes in shame. “We had a deal,” he whispered, meaning, I should have fought the Other harder.

“Of course,” the Master smiled, “I did it all for myself.”
14th-Apr-2009 08:45 pm (UTC) - Re: Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
The Doctor laughed bitterly. He wished he could believe that the Master had outsmarted them both, him and the Other.

“I try to avoid plans that hinge on myself getting executed by Daleks.”

“There’s another thing you said to me when you thought you were the Other. ‘We have one thing in common. Death is but a minor obstacle to us.’ How right you are. But there’s one more thing I’d like to do in this life. You did tell me you love me, however convoluted. So I’m going to do something for you in return.”

The Master stroked the back of the Doctor’s head gently, tipped his head forward and kissed him on the forehead. His lips were dry and cool, the touch of absolution, of oblivion. Eyes closed, the Doctor barely felt the second kiss, on his lips, that the Master stole before they parted.

The doors opened. Hazily, the Doctor watched as a Dalek came in. “It is time,” the creature screeched, tearing at the silence.

“There’s something not right,” the Doctor muttered, but he couldn’t remember what. “The Daleks, justice, Skaro – why is Skaro back? There’s something coming, I can almost see it...”

“Yes, Doctor. Back to the important questions.”

The Doctor startled, glancing up at the Master. He had almost forgotten him, too. They had no more time, and there was so much to be said, so little that could be said. “I – “

“In another life,” the Master said and followed his executioner. There was a faint smile on his lips as he glanced at the Doctor for a last time, smug as if he had just won not just a battle, but the whole war.

The Doctor received his casket not an hour later, and carried it home to the TARDIS. There was no point in a funeral pyre for a pile of ashes, but as the Doctor felt calmer with each candle he lit. He didn’t remember a war, or even a conflict. He didn’t remember the Other, he hardly even wasted a thought on the grand scheme of things. All his dark thoughts and his destinies were locked in a box, like a pile of ashes, and the Master had thrown away the key.
14th-Apr-2009 09:12 pm (UTC) - Re: Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
Oh, wow! I knew somebody would have to do it, but I'd never imagined that it could be so beautifully written and so haunting and so....
Oh, this just gave me chills. Because of course, Seven would be most like the Other.
Wow.
14th-Apr-2009 09:26 pm (UTC) - Re: Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
Confession-time: I have no idea what the Other is like, or supposed to be like, except from fannish osmosis. But Seven is definitely the one who's most like him.
15th-Apr-2009 01:39 pm (UTC) - Re: Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
i like this a lot more than i understand it. which is - a reasonable amount, but i like it a lot more than that, despite this.

the first paragraph is sillyfunnygreat (except for those times they all wanted him to die <- i genuinely 'lol'ed, as they say), but the rest is eerie and cool, i think it's the master intertwined conversation with himself that does it: sets the tone perfectly. i love that i can hear his voice in my head perfectly, even though as a character he's limited to five seconds of pretending to be ainley and being executed.

beautiful and unnerving and i'm sure i'll understand it more later. actually, in the course of this comment i went to tardis wiki and read up this other chap, and it's already becoming clearer, but i enjoyed the bilbo baggins style opening of this comment, and i do still like it more than i understand it ;) (though not as much as six and cheetah!master, but come on, that's six and cheetah!master)
15th-Apr-2009 05:45 pm (UTC) - Re: Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
Hee, I knew that headscratching would be the main reaction to this one. It's a) seriously convoluted and b) I had a massive problem with Seven as pov character because not only is he either mad, in a coma or back in time (er, I mean, he has an Other in his head) but also he gets amnesia-fied by the Master at the end. *Seven* doesn't get what's going on, so of course the reader is mystified, too.

For the record, I think the Master is right, and "the Other" is about as real as Zagreus, and it's actually Seven, who is trying to meddle with the Daleks and the beginning of the Time War because he thinks it's his destiny as the Champion of Time or something. And the Master is annoyed by this "Other" delusion, so he steals the Doctor's madness. (Damn, it's bad if you need to explain your story...)
15th-Apr-2009 11:04 pm (UTC) - Re: Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
I love the first sentence, and the description of Skaro.

symptomatic of the Master's refusal to let go - of life, of love, of anything he considered his possession.

I really like this as a character note.

The Master's hand curled around the umbrella handle, nearly touching the Doctor's own.

Oddly affecting moment of quasi-sexual tension in an otherwise eerie, plotty piece.

Eyes closed, the Doctor barely felt the second kiss, on his lips, that the Master stole before they parted.

I missed this the first read through, which is a shame as it's a very good aspect indeed.

The end took me a bit but I REALLY like it. It empowers the Master as a character, allows him to do a monumental act of good out of love without without compromising his characterization (and how hard to pull off is that!), and is just cool. It's an especially impressive piece for doing so much in such a short span!
15th-Apr-2009 11:05 pm (UTC) - Re: Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
Dammit, copying this to edit it undid my html from the first go round. Oh well, you know what's a quote and what's not...
17th-Apr-2009 06:27 pm (UTC) - Re: Tipple!Master/the Other, Tipple!/Seven
I guess I should write a longer, better version of this, because it's the condensed result of several attempts to write a)Master on Skaro and b)Seven-as-Other. Which is probably why it does so much and is so confusing.
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