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[takinghertime]

@anechooffour (x):

[Text]: Lunch might be nice. [Text]: There’s a rather nice cafe on Meblion, if you’re interested. I can send you the coordinates.

[Text]: Sounds lovely. Please do.

[takinghertime]

[Text]: I don't suppose you'd fancy some company?

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[Text]: I think I can squeeze you into my busy schedule.[Text]: What have you got in mind? Tea? Lunch?

[adarkerdamsel]

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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.

[takinghertime]

In a very rare show of emotional maturity, the Master had waited until he wasn't furious about the whole mess to reach out. He considered his words very carefully. After all, Andromeda was the only real friend he had, and there was no sense in damaging that unnecessarily, even if he was upset. The first few attempts were obviously hurt or downright accusatory, but eventually he settled on a more neutral message. [Text] Did you know what it was the Doctor was up to?

     Receiving this particular text made her sick to her stomach. She’d expected it, of course, and she anticipated that the Master would be unhappy with the role she had played in the Doctor’s twinning–even if she hadn’t been an especially enthusiastic ( or active ) participant.

     She started typing a response several different times, thinking better of it, and then trying something different before setting it aside to think about it for a while. She didn’t want to go admitting her role prematurely if he wasn’t actually referring to what she thought he was referring to.Eventually she ended up wrapped in blankets on her bed with a bottle of ginger wine and a noncommittal reply.

[Text]: What exactly are you referring to? It seems like he is *always* up to something tbh.

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