#tenjacobi

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Some admiration would have been nice. Well, you've got it now.

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this exchange between the Tenth Doctor and the War Master makes me lose my mind. the Doctor unwilling to face the loss of the Master again, and the Master putting into words what he is to the Doctor, which reminds me of the Doctor's line in 'The End of Time': “I wonder what I'd be without you.”

[transcript]

DOCTOR: Do you really believe I have an inexhaustible supply of hope for you to squander?

MASTER: Ah, but that's the irritating thing about hope, isn't it, Doctor? And that's why I need you with me out there in the court. We've always been two sides of the same coin. And can you really imagine a universe without me? Could you live with yourself?

DOCTOR: (falters)

MASTER: Interesting.

DOCTOR: What is?

MASTER: I seem to have touched a nerve. A fresh one, too. What happens to me in our future that makes you so afraid of losing me now?

DOCTOR: Don't. Just— Don't.

MASTER: Why? Because it might violate the laws of causality?

DOCTOR: Because there are some things I cannot face. And I won't. Again. I will do my best to save you, Master. I promise.

MASTER: No. No, you won't.

DOCTOR: What?

MASTER: I'm no fool, Doctor. It's not your undying hope for good that drives you to save me; you're afraid of losing balance. Without the other side of the coin, what would you become? You're only saving me to save yourself.

from 'The Last Line'

[sacha-da-1]

Simm!Master was a coward, Jacobi!Master would’ve had Ten chained up like Jack was during the year that never was. Might’ve even put him in a maid outfit when he wasn’t chained up and was out in the open. Not this aging and shrinking stuff. Can’t prove it, just my take, but I’m just saying.

[riathel]

Also, Utopia AU?

hiii!! there is a little more of it here and a general plot summary: https://riathel.tumblr.com/post/818941151976587264/okay-i-simply-must-know-about-jacobi-threegado

but i will post a little more :D

The Master took a sip of his martini, grimaced at the dull burn of second-rate gin and long expired vermouth, and drummed his fingers on the console. The viewing screen flickered with static, recalibrated, and flickered again. Every system in the TARDIS was fighting him in some way. “You could open the doors.” He shot an irritated glance at the speaker, who smiled back. After a moment’s scrutiny, he turned his attention back to the screen. There was no malice in that smile, or in those overly expressive eyes. A pity. He preferred it when there was something to fight. “No, my dear,” he replied, “I’m afraid your TARDIS might buckle under the strain.” The only reason it hadn’t been able to jettison him already involved a supreme amount of telepathic control. But being so close to this aberration across dimensions was having a deleterious effect on the ship; her circuits hummed anxiously, clinging to him as though he were a buoy in an unbridled flood.  The other occupant was still smiling at him. He wasn’t sure he overly liked the Doctor’s newest regeneration. His wet eyes bled sincerity. All impulse and no control. The anxious flare along their old psychic pathways were still giving him a residual headache. So panicked. So needy. So relentlessly predictable. “You could open the doors,” the Doctor coaxed. The Master didn’t hurry to reply. The sight on the view screen, distorted and warped as it was, served his needs well enough. Gallifrey, that shining ruby of the Seven Systems, lay before them. “Besides,” the Master said, conversationally, “it really wouldn’t do for my reputation to take the advice of a defence system. I believe you are rather designed to repel me.” The hologram flickered with static, but retained its smile. “You could open the doors,” the Doctor suggested.

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