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❝No one should have that much power.❞ ❝Tough.❞ | AU regeneration for | [ andtheywillobeyme ]

[adarkerdamsel]

anechooffour :

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The Doctor was quick to reciprocate, weaving throughout the Master’s mind in familiar grooves and patterns, each tendril undeniably the Doctor; it was more comfort than words could have possibly provided in the moment…which very abruptly ended once she’d caught sight of the Master’s expression.

Was it horrible? Her regenerations had gone awry enough in the past, so it was certainly possible, and her eyes went wide, mouth dropping over ever so slightly with worry… until she saw the corners of the Master’s mouth twitch. A frown creased her delicate lips, but she barely had time to get out a ‘you mffph–” before a pillow had been flipped over her face, causing her to theatrically deflate against the mattress in defeat.

She was laughing, though, by the time she managed to pull the pillow away from her face, and the Doctor tossed it deftly back in the Master’s direction (though she stayed conscious of her daughter beside her) sorrow momentarily forgotten in light of something far more playful. “If you’re so worried about the general public, we ought to have gotten one for you years ago. Bad enough I have to put up with your face while we’re alone.” She teased, her grin wide and familiar and beautiful. “I mean, Master, it’s embarrassing.”

Laughter was exactly what he’d been going for, and the Master was struck by how much he liked the sound. She really, really hadn’t done half bad this time around. 

“No, you see, you forget. I have redeeming qualities. At least I dress well,” the Master retorted, grinning back at her. Damn it. He couldn’t even genuinely insult her. She was gorgeous. The Master caught himself staring after  second and shook his head. “Not that you’d recognize good fashion sense if it bit you in the rear, so heaven only knows why you keep me around… and, Doctor… Please, please tell me that those ridiculous pinstripe atrocities are going to be buried where they belong.”

Her laughter was nice, something she was pleased to discover, and it distracted her long enough that she didn’t catch the Master staring. Not that she would parse it as that just now. She knew she didn’t end up a train wreck, but she didn’t know she was beautiful.

The jab about her dress sense and previous attire made her smirk, shaking her head. She’d liked that suit, and there was a teasingly wicked gleam in her eyes when she met the Master’s. “I dunno,” she drawled, pushing herself up into a proper seated position on the mattress. “I’m pretty sure I’m still thin enough to make it work. I’ll just have to roll up the sleeves and pant legs until I can find a proper tailor.”

And speaking of shortened limbs, she frowned. “I think you might be taller than me. That’s weird.”

“I didn’t think it was possible, given that you were a bloody stick, but I think you might be skinnier than you were,” the Master commented. Anything else he might have said died before it reached his lips. She really was lovely now that he was properly looking at her. Her too big tee-shirt and boxers did nothing to hide that. As far as unexpectedly new bodies in the bed he shared with the Doctor, he certainly wasn’t going to complain about this one. 

“Oh good. I was about tired of the crick in my neck every time I have to look up to shout at you,” he teased, lips twitching in amusement.

“Clearly you’re not feeding me enough,” she teased, giggling softly. In all likelihood she wasn’t going to go through the effort to patch up her old suit just to play a joke on her lover... or maybe she was. Couldn’t be sure, yet. “And I didn’t know that was possible. I’ll have to be careful bending over, I might snap in two.”

Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment, wondering if the Master would welcome a kiss so soon? Only a moment later she realized how ridiculous that was and leaned in to drop a gentle peck on his lips anyway. 

“C’mon,” she murmured, a happy smile lighting up her eyes. “Let’s get to the kitchen. Your ladies are hungry.”

[adarkerdamsel]

anechooffour :

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The Doctor was quick to reciprocate, weaving throughout the Master’s mind in familiar grooves and patterns, each tendril undeniably the Doctor; it was more comfort than words could have possibly provided in the moment…which very abruptly ended once she’d caught sight of the Master’s expression.

Was it horrible? Her regenerations had gone awry enough in the past, so it was certainly possible, and her eyes went wide, mouth dropping over ever so slightly with worry… until she saw the corners of the Master’s mouth twitch. A frown creased her delicate lips, but she barely had time to get out a ‘you mffph–” before a pillow had been flipped over her face, causing her to theatrically deflate against the mattress in defeat.

She was laughing, though, by the time she managed to pull the pillow away from her face, and the Doctor tossed it deftly back in the Master’s direction (though she stayed conscious of her daughter beside her) sorrow momentarily forgotten in light of something far more playful. “If you’re so worried about the general public, we ought to have gotten one for you years ago. Bad enough I have to put up with your face while we’re alone.” She teased, her grin wide and familiar and beautiful. “I mean, Master, it’s embarrassing.”

Laughter was exactly what he’d been going for, and the Master was struck by how much he liked the sound. She really, really hadn’t done half bad this time around. 

“No, you see, you forget. I have redeeming qualities. At least I dress well,” the Master retorted, grinning back at her. Damn it. He couldn’t even genuinely insult her. She was gorgeous. The Master caught himself staring after  second and shook his head. “Not that you’d recognize good fashion sense if it bit you in the rear, so heaven only knows why you keep me around… and, Doctor… Please, please tell me that those ridiculous pinstripe atrocities are going to be buried where they belong.”

Her laughter was nice, something she was pleased to discover, and it distracted her long enough that she didn’t catch the Master staring. Not that she would parse it as that just now. She knew she didn’t end up a train wreck, but she didn’t know she was beautiful.

The jab about her dress sense and previous attire made her smirk, shaking her head. She’d liked that suit, and there was a teasingly wicked gleam in her eyes when she met the Master’s. “I dunno,” she drawled, pushing herself up into a proper seated position on the mattress. “I’m pretty sure I’m still thin enough to make it work. I’ll just have to roll up the sleeves and pant legs until I can find a proper tailor.”

And speaking of shortened limbs, she frowned. “I think you might be taller than me. That’s weird.”

[adarkerdamsel]

anechooffour :

adarkerdamsel

There was some disjointed, niggling part of her mind that wondered if this is how her metacrisis had felt when she’d left him and Rose behind all those years ago. It would be hard accepting this as her last face, she’d never really had cause to take death seriously before. Not like now, anyway. She was still the Doctor, though. Still smart and resourceful, and she would figure this out. If this had to be her last life, when the time came she wasn’t going to go out quietly.

The Master’s reassurance helped a little, but being held like this was a comfort all its own and so there the Doctor remained, breathing in her lover’s familiar scent to soothe her troubled mind. It wasn’t something they necessarily needed to dwell on right now, and already she felt a little guilty for bringing it up. Trying to smooth it over, she lifted her head to press a kiss to the Master’s forehead, giving him a watery smile. “Suppose if they’ve managed to survive so long, I’ll have to at least make it another one hundred years. Otherwise they’ll make me look bad.”

And speaking of things looking terrible, apparently her vanity hadn’t lessened all that much, and her eyebrows pushed together with concern. “How do I look, by the way? Still not ginger, that much I figured out. Wasn’t anticipating the rest, though.”

The Master didn’t expect his words to entirely soothe her worries, but he was trying. He wrapped himself around her body and mind, rather grateful for the latter if he was being honest. Still the Doctor where it mattered, no matter what face she wore these days. 

Speaking of which, the moment she asked about her appearance, his expression turned grave. “Well… you looked so distressed already, I didn’t want to add to it…”

That was as far as the Master got before the corner of his mouth twitched. He was quick to grab a pillow and toss it over the Doctor’s, trying to cover up the fact that he was trying very hard not to laugh. “There, That’s much better. I think if you’re leaving the TARDIS, you’ll upset people a lot less like that.”

The Doctor was quick to reciprocate, weaving throughout the Master’s mind in familiar grooves and patterns, each tendril undeniably the Doctor; it was more comfort than words could have possibly provided in the moment...which very abruptly ended once she’d caught sight of the Master’s expression.

Was it horrible? Her regenerations had gone awry enough in the past, so it was certainly possible, and her eyes went wide, mouth dropping over ever so slightly with worry... until she saw the corners of the Master’s mouth twitch. A frown creased her delicate lips, but she barely had time to get out a ‘you mffph--” before a pillow had been flipped over her face, causing her to theatrically deflate against the mattress in defeat.

She was laughing, though, by the time she managed to pull the pillow away from her face, and the Doctor tossed it deftly back in the Master’s direction (though she stayed conscious of her daughter beside her) sorrow momentarily forgotten in light of something far more playful. “If you’re so worried about the general public, we ought to have gotten one for you years ago. Bad enough I have to put up with your face while we’re alone.” She teased, her grin wide and familiar and beautiful. “I mean, Master, it’s embarrassing.”

[adarkerdamsel]

anechooffour :

The way her voice trembled pulled at something in the Master’s chest, and where normally he’d have been rather cross about this no matter whose fault it was, now he was mostly just feeling protective. 

“Of course you didn’t mean for it to,” he murmured. The barbed insinuation about the Doctor’s intelligence that normally would have come after that was notably absent. Instead, he pushed himself to sit up a little, enough to tenderly brush the hair from her face and drop a kiss to her cheek. 

“Look. I know it’s not ideal, but new face aside, it’s still you in there. After all this time, I know you know that.” When had he gotten to be the voice of reason? That almost never happened. “Donna still knows you. I still know you. We’ll work out the rest, so don’t… don’t apologize. Not for this.”

For someone who’d been through the process so many times, she knew what to expect, and her hearts pulled something terrible in her chest at the Master’s reassurances. In time they’d find the familiar aspects of this body and adjust to the knew, of course they would, but that wasn’t at all what she was apologizing for.

She’d never been a coward, not really. Not when it counted, but her last regeneration had been terrified of death more than any of her previous ones had been, and perhaps this was part of the reason why. She was happy now, settled, but her paradox machine was gone and left her no contingency plan to keep it that way other than regeneration, and now that safety net had been completely ripped out from under her. She had nothing left. If something else happened…she wouldn’t be coming back.

The Doctor wasn’t sure they’d ever really talked about the possibility of dying. Not truly. Oh sure, they’d tossed around various placations such as, ‘I would tear apart universes to get you back’ and the like, but then the subject was usually dropped and they didn’t think about it anymore. Death seemed such a far away thing, but even if she managed to not die horribly this time around (haha, right), she wasn’t going to live forever. 

It all seemed like too much to deal with, and right now was probably a dangerous time to be dwelling on such things, lest she wind up a terrible bore later on, hiding out in the TARDIS. At least that idea still sounded terribly unappealing.

The kiss helped as a grounding touch, because they were going to have to talk about this, at least in part, but if she still couldn’t quite manage to look at him, she did turn around, making an immediate effort to bury her face in the Master’s shirt, instead. There was no way to say this but to say it, and so she took a breath and tried to keep her voice steady. “No. it’s– Master, this face, this me…it’s my last one. If this happens again…”

[anechooffour]

It was funny, the way Time Lord lives worked. The loss of a few years, or even the hundred he spent trapped seemed wholly insignificant. He’d been on his last life too before some gray face meddling. Even then, the last life that spared him from being overly concerned was Andromeda’s, given… well… sort of freely, but also under duress. It was no wonder she’d disliked him for so long. 

Despite the Doctor’s tendency to go barreling into trouble, he’d never worried overly much. The Doctor was a weed, poking up through concrete whether he/she was wanted or not. The idea that his lover was in danger of truly being gone was preposterous… and then it was heart breaking, and he found himself curling around her all the more. 

“Then it doesn’t happen again,” he said firmly, his tone sharp, though it wasn’t anger but grief that drove it. “Humans mostly seem to manage with one life and they’re idiots. You’re going to be fine.”

[adarkerdamsel]

There was some disjointed, niggling part of her mind that wondered if this is how her metacrisis had felt when she'd left him and Rose behind all those years ago. It would be hard accepting this as her last face, she'd never really had cause to take death seriously before. Not like now, anyway. She was still the Doctor, though. Still smart and resourceful, and she would figure this out. If this had to be her last life, when the time came she wasn't going to go out quietly.

The Master's reassurance helped a little, but being held like this was a comfort all its own and so there the Doctor remained, breathing in her lover's familiar scent to soothe her troubled mind. It wasn't something they necessarily needed to dwell on right now, and already she felt a little guilty for bringing it up. Trying to smooth it over, she lifted her head to press a kiss to the Master's forehead, giving him a watery smile. "Suppose if they've managed to survive so long, I'll have to at least make it another one hundred years. Otherwise they'll make me look bad."

And speaking of things looking terrible, apparently her vanity hadn't lessened all that much, and her eyebrows pushed together with concern. "How do I look, by the way? Still not ginger, that much I figured out. Wasn't anticipating the rest, though."

[adarkerdamsel]

anechooffour :

The way her voice trembled pulled at something in the Master’s chest, and where normally he’d have been rather cross about this no matter whose fault it was, now he was mostly just feeling protective. 

“Of course you didn’t mean for it to,” he murmured. The barbed insinuation about the Doctor’s intelligence that normally would have come after that was notably absent. Instead, he pushed himself to sit up a little, enough to tenderly brush the hair from her face and drop a kiss to her cheek. 

“Look. I know it’s not ideal, but new face aside, it’s still you in there. After all this time, I know you know that.” When had he gotten to be the voice of reason? That almost never happened. “Donna still knows you. I still know you. We’ll work out the rest, so don’t… don’t apologize. Not for this.”

For someone who’d been through the process so many times, she knew what to expect, and her hearts pulled something terrible in her chest at the Master’s reassurances. In time they’d find the familiar aspects of this body and adjust to the knew, of course they would, but that wasn’t at all what she was apologizing for.

She’d never been a coward, not really. Not when it counted, but her last regeneration had been terrified of death more than any of her previous ones had been, and perhaps this was part of the reason why. She was happy now, settled, but her paradox machine was gone and left her no contingency plan to keep it that way other than regeneration, and now that safety net had been completely ripped out from under her. She had nothing left. If something else happened...she wouldn’t be coming back.

The Doctor wasn’t sure they’d ever really talked about the possibility of dying. Not truly. Oh sure, they’d tossed around various placations such as, ‘I would tear apart universes to get you back’ and the like, but then the subject was usually dropped and they didn’t think about it anymore. Death seemed such a far away thing, but even if she managed to not die horribly this time around (haha, right), she wasn’t going to live forever. 

It all seemed like too much to deal with, and right now was probably a dangerous time to be dwelling on such things, lest she wind up a terrible bore later on, hiding out in the TARDIS. At least that idea still sounded terribly unappealing.

The kiss helped as a grounding touch, because they were going to have to talk about this, at least in part, but if she still couldn’t quite manage to look at him, she did turn around, making an immediate effort to bury her face in the Master’s shirt, instead. There was no way to say this but to say it, and so she took a breath and tried to keep her voice steady. “No. it’s-- Master, this face, this me...it’s my last one. If this happens again...”

[adarkerdamsel]

@anechooffour

The Doctor had always hated the messy deaths, this one particularly so, but hey, accidents happen. And she’d been so careful, or her own particular brand of careful, anyway. After all, now she had a family, and had been fully intent on not wasting her remaining centuries on anyone else where she could help it.

But everyone has their bad days.

Exhaustion overwhelmed the initial shock of this regeneration, and by the time the Doctor managed to pilot herself to where the Master was currently parked, she was about ready to drop. She might’ve texted the Master had her phone not been busted up during the accident, and while she could probably fix it, it was the very last thing on her mind currently. In fact, she wasn’t even certain whether she could handle telling her lover what happened, yet.

But the Master loved her, and would undoubtably continue to do so. Donna was what had her truly worried, but the moment she stepped into the nursery she’d realized just how silly it was. If she had been able to recognize the Master from a view screen in the middle of London, to expect Donna might not instinctually recognize her own father was a bit ridiculous.

Lifting her little girl into her arms was a comfort she sorely needed, but weariness called, and she found herself toting Donna along with her towards the bedroom that she and the Master shared. Setting Donna down, she spared a moment to tuck her into the blankets with a quick kiss, before changing out of her ill-fitting suit into a cleaner t-shirt and boxers. All she really had to fit her, at the moment.

Donna was already settled in to continue her interrupted naptime by the time the Doctor allowed herself to collapse atop the covers, daughter snug and slumbering safely under one arm as she finally fell asleep.

[anechooffour]

The Master had been busy with a project deep within the TARDIS. He’d trusted his ship to tell him when Donna woke, but when she nudged at him, it didn’t seem to be about that at all. All she let on was that the Doctor was back, but there was a sense of concern about her demeanor that The Master didn’t like at all. Frowning, he set aside the contraption he was building, and headed towards the nursery.

The crib was empty, but that wasn’t strange if the Doctor was back. They were probably just somewhere else, and some gentle prodding at the TARDIS led him to their bedroom. He smiled when he caught of Donna’s sleeping face. 

“You’re finally back. I was beginning to wonder if I needed to send in the…” That wasn’t right. That wasn’t right at all. The Doctor still felt right, but the frame was far too slender and small, the hair too long where it fell around her face. Her. Well, that was new. 

“…cavalry,” he finished softly, settling down on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t even sure the Doctor had heard him. She looked exhausted, and as concerned as the Master was with how this had happened and finding his way around a new incarnation, he decided to let her sleep. Careful not to wake Donna, he pressed close, curling his arm around them both. 

[adarkerdamsel]

There was a sleepy, unintelligible murmur as the Master clambered into bed beside them, likely about the dip and sway of the mattress, but other than that the Doctor was well and truly out. The regeneration had been more than a little disastrous, though she’d been through far worse, and she slept for a while longer.

Donna woke first, babbling softly as she began to tug on the Doctor’s hair. Certainly an unfamiliar sensation, and more than enough to rouse her, and if the amount of sleep she’d gotten didn’t put much of a dent in her exhaustion, well, her daughter’s needs would always come first. She smiled at her tiny sleeping companion, lifting her head a little to mumble, “‘lo, sweetheart. You hungry?”

Oh, and that was new. It was the first time she’d spoken since her last face had burned away, but this new voice was pleasant enough. Soft and lilting for the moment, but already she could tell that it had the potential to be severe. At least she hadn’t lost that quality, only…only she hadn’t exactly seen herself either, so maybe she had. A spike of sorrow blossomed between her hearts; she’d rather liked her last face and this one…was to be her last. That was an awful lot of time to lose now that she’d finally found a bit of happiness.

It was then that she finally registered the warmth at her back, the arm curled around her waist. It was a comfort she sorely needed, and she gently took the Master’s hand, squeezing his fingers in what she hoped would be a comforting gesture, though she wasn’t entirely certain yet which of them might need it most.

[anechooffour]

Much as he’d wanted to fret over the Doctor and grill him (her! That was going to take some getting used to) about what had happened, she’d looked utterly exhausted. The Master was a selfish creature, but not this time, and he simply stayed put while she slept. 

She was awake now though, and the Master was suddenly at a loss for words. He’d never had the Doctor entwined enough in his life before to really grieve the loss of a face, but he’d come to love the idiot with the stupid suit and the messy hair more than he cared try to express. The Master wondered if this was at all what it was like for one of the Doctor’s precious humans to bury a partner, because even though she was still here, he didn’t quite know who he was snuggled up in bed with. 

He couldn’t stay silent forever though, even if he didn’t know what to say. That didn’t mean the Master didn’t draw out his silence as long as possible. He nosed against her shoulder, finding comfort in the familiarity of how she smelled and the passive cadence of her mind near to his, and if he closed his eyes, he could almost forget this was unfamiliar and uncharted. 

Thumbing at her knuckles, he finally spoke up. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

[adarkerdamsel]

The Doctor couldn’t help but press closer as she tried to find the right words. It had been something so simple, an accident when he’d tried to catch a ride back to the TARDIS. It hadn’t been pretty, and by the time they’d pulled him from the wreck…

She didn’t really want to think about it. It wasn’t her fault, but it certainly felt that way currently, and she couldn’t quite help the way she curled in on herself, trying to swallow her grief long enough to explain. “I didn’t-“ she began, voice wavering and unfamiliar and how was she supposed to handle this? “I-I was just trying to come home. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I-”

Her hair was in her face and already she’d decided she hated it. The hand she used to brush it away came back damp, too, and was she actually crying? Oh, for the love of–

The familiar frustration that appeared in her last body at this sort of display was present in part, but without the aggressive undertones she’d come to expect. She’d forgotten how disorienting it felt to have her very instincts switched around on her. Now all she wanted was to be held and hide in the Master’s arms until she could solve exactly who she was now. Still, she couldn’t really bring herself to turn and meet the Master’s eye. Sniffling quietly, she hid against her pillow, trying to take some measure of comfort in having her family with her, entirely unsure of what she should say. “I’m sorry.”

[adarkerdamsel]

@anechooffour

The Doctor had always hated the messy deaths, this one particularly so, but hey, accidents happen. And she’d been so careful, or her own particular brand of careful, anyway. After all, now she had a family, and had been fully intent on not wasting her remaining centuries on anyone else where she could help it.

But everyone has their bad days.

Exhaustion overwhelmed the initial shock of this regeneration, and by the time the Doctor managed to pilot herself to where the Master was currently parked, she was about ready to drop. She might’ve texted the Master had her phone not been busted up during the accident, and while she could probably fix it, it was the very last thing on her mind currently. In fact, she wasn’t even certain whether she could handle telling her lover what happened, yet.

But the Master loved her, and would undoubtably continue to do so. Donna was what had her truly worried, but the moment she stepped into the nursery she’d realized just how silly it was. If she had been able to recognize the Master from a view screen in the middle of London, to expect Donna might not instinctually recognize her own father was a bit ridiculous.

Lifting her little girl into her arms was a comfort she sorely needed, but weariness called, and she found herself toting Donna along with her towards the bedroom that she and the Master shared. Setting Donna down, she spared a moment to tuck her into the blankets with a quick kiss, before changing out of her ill-fitting suit into a cleaner t-shirt and boxers. All she really had to fit her, at the moment.

Donna was already settled in to continue her interrupted naptime by the time the Doctor allowed herself to collapse atop the covers, daughter snug and slumbering safely under one arm as she finally fell asleep.

[anechooffour]

The Master had been busy with a project deep within the TARDIS. He’d trusted his ship to tell him when Donna woke, but when she nudged at him, it didn’t seem to be about that at all. All she let on was that the Doctor was back, but there was a sense of concern about her demeanor that The Master didn’t like at all. Frowning, he set aside the contraption he was building, and headed towards the nursery.

The crib was empty, but that wasn’t strange if the Doctor was back. They were probably just somewhere else, and some gentle prodding at the TARDIS led him to their bedroom. He smiled when he caught of Donna’s sleeping face. 

“You’re finally back. I was beginning to wonder if I needed to send in the…” That wasn’t right. That wasn’t right at all. The Doctor still felt right, but the frame was far too slender and small, the hair too long where it fell around her face. Her. Well, that was new. 

“…cavalry,” he finished softly, settling down on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t even sure the Doctor had heard him. She looked exhausted, and as concerned as the Master was with how this had happened and finding his way around a new incarnation, he decided to let her sleep. Careful not to wake Donna, he pressed close, curling his arm around them both. 

[adarkerdamsel]

There was a sleepy, unintelligible murmur as the Master clambered into bed beside them, likely about the dip and sway of the mattress, but other than that the Doctor was well and truly out. The regeneration had been more than a little disastrous, though she’d been through far worse, and she slept for a while longer.

Donna woke first, babbling softly as she began to tug on the Doctor’s hair. Certainly an unfamiliar sensation, and more than enough to rouse her, and if the amount of sleep she’d gotten didn’t put much of a dent in her exhaustion, well, her daughter’s needs would always come first. She smiled at her tiny sleeping companion, lifting her head a little to mumble, “‘lo, sweetheart. You hungry?”

Oh, and that was new. It was the first time she’d spoken since her last face had burned away, but this new voice was pleasant enough. Soft and lilting for the moment, but already she could tell that it had the potential to be severe. At least she hadn’t lost that quality, only…only she hadn’t exactly seen herself either, so maybe she had. A spike of sorrow blossomed between her hearts; she’d rather liked her last face and this one…was to be her last. That was an awful lot of time to lose now that she’d finally found a bit of happiness.

It was then that she finally registered the warmth at her back, the arm curled around her waist. It was a comfort she sorely needed, and she gently took the Master’s hand, squeezing his fingers in what she hoped would be a comforting gesture, though she wasn’t entirely certain yet which of them might need it most.

[adarkerdamsel]

@anechooffour

The Doctor had always hated the messy deaths, this one particularly so, but hey, accidents happen. And she’d been so careful, or her own particular brand of careful, anyway. After all, now she had a family, and had been fully intent on not wasting her remaining centuries on anyone else where she could help it.

But everyone has their bad days.

Exhaustion overwhelmed the initial shock of this regeneration, and by the time the Doctor managed to pilot herself to where the Master was currently parked, she was about ready to drop. She might’ve texted the Master had her phone not been busted up during the accident, and while she could probably fix it, it was the very last thing on her mind currently. In fact, she wasn’t even certain whether she could handle telling her lover what happened, yet.

But the Master loved her, and would undoubtably continue to do so. Donna was what had her truly worried, but the moment she stepped into the nursery she’d realized just how silly it was. If she had been able to recognize the Master from a view screen in the middle of London, to expect Donna might not instinctually recognize her own father was a bit ridiculous.

Lifting her little girl into her arms was a comfort she sorely needed, but weariness called, and she found herself toting Donna along with her towards the bedroom that she and the Master shared. Setting Donna down, she spared a moment to tuck her into the blankets with a quick kiss, before changing out of her ill-fitting suit into a cleaner t-shirt and boxers. All she really had to fit her, at the moment.

Donna was already settled in to continue her interrupted naptime by the time the Doctor allowed herself to collapse atop the covers, daughter snug and slumbering safely under one arm as she finally fell asleep.

[adarkerdamsel]

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