#willthedrumseverstop

[thatonechickwiththeglasses]

Love this song. Makes me think of the Slave and the Master.

[tenthdoctorsword]

 willthedrumseverstop said: //….Ah…Well then…Challenge completed. And who cares if it’s more of a smutty one shot than a drabble… I somehow feel this is gonna be affecting Ko’s head for a while… “She’d be right. And he definitely deserved it.”

((Hahaha YES ..I'm glad I've passed the test ;) and well this was fun...all sort of writing is :D ...oh god it's 3am and I have a total run in writing...have to sleep.. but...mooooore prompts ))

[tenthdoctorsword]

Drabble prompt - Drink Me

((ook..Time Lord's can be drunk, but can instantly sober up if they want (happend I think twice in the novels and in series 2) soo I've played a little bit with that..and well...I'm in a shipping mood for Thoschei sooo here is the result..enjoy!))Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

"Oh come on.. I'm bored"

"For Rassilon's sake Theet. I won't play chess with you." "Our race invented this game and few regenerations ago you liked it." "I still do, but I still remember our past scores. You know that you're eight games behind? It's no fun if you know you will win anyway." said the Master and flipped the pages in his book. "That was centuries ago, can't we start from the beginning...and I got a lot better." said the younger Time Lord watching him reading the book. The Doctor had tried to read too, but was a little bit jumpy that day, so he couldn't concentrate on the writing in front of him. Koschei thought about it and suddenly had a great idea. He smirked, closed the book and said: "Alright , but we make it a little bit more interesting. Every time one of us loses a chess piece, the loser would have to drink a shot. AND no forced sobering up! I would know immediately." Theta looked at him, confused first, but then he smiled, got up and as he paced out of the door he shouted back: "I will get a bottle and I want the black side." The black haired man chuckled and started to position the wooden figures on the chessboard.

Just as he finished, the Doctor came back with a bottle of whisky and two shot glasses in his hands. Sitting down on the other side of the small round chess table, he put those down and explained: "North British Douglas Laing's Directors' Cut ...from 1962..Winston Churchill gave it to me about a year before he died...good man..I should visit him again...anyway it's one of the best whiskeys on Earth." "Good. I don't like cheap stuff, but this should do. " answered the Master and opened it. It smelled wonderful, so he poured it into the two glasses, offered Theta the other and said: "For the start." "May the best win." smiled the younger Time Lord " I intend to" They clinked the glasses, drank the burning liquid and put them down on the table next to the board. Damn that's what you can call smooth. Smiling the Master made his first move and added: "Oh and when..when not if...I win, you will let me repair some of the circuits. You're horrible at it and you know I could do it a lot better." "The TARDIS won't let you." "Then you will make her let me." The Doctor frowned..that was unfair..the other had began the play without mentioning that condition beforehand. But yeah.. whatever ..he wanted to play..so he nodded and made the next move.

For around ten minutes they didn't say a word, but then the Doctor lost a pawn. The Master grinned and pushed a full glass in his hand. "Drink!" Sighting the other swigged it down, with his next move he revenged his lost and responded: "Drink ..and it's your turn Kosch." "Nice try Theet." chuckled the older Time Lord and drank his shot.

For almost an hour they played and had only lost about seven pieces each, but after the last round both of them started to feel the alcohol overshadowing their thinking. The Doctor nearly let his queen drop from his hands, but the Master managed to catch it in the air. "Thank 'u" mumbled the thin man. Koschei chuckled and said: "Now your body of this regeneration is kind of a disadvantage, isn't it? You are getting drunk faster than me." Well not completely..he had to really concentrate to speak properly. The other looked up from the board after making his move and smugly said: "I am not and I wouldn't call this a disadvantage. Admit it... you like this body" "Keep on dreaming, Theet. Oh and ..drink!" answered Koschei smirking as his queen took Theta's knight. "You doo..I know it. I like yours too by the way. Kind 'f reminds me on 'ur first body. I like that." grinned the Doctor and leaned back in his seat, gulping down the next shot. Lazily he reached out for his own queen and eliminated a white bishop. "Drink!" The Master emptied the glass, chuckled obviously already slightly drunk and answered: "You like me in every regeneration." "Oh yes I do." grinned back the Doctor and leaned over the table, waiting for the other to make the next move...in the game of course. Amusingly shaking his head the Master continued their play.

Another hour later there were only a few figures on the board left and both of them were drunk. Really drunk. Mostly they didn't talk anymore, just giggled and shouted "Drink!" at the other when they had lost a draw. Both of them were now rather dizzy from the alcohol and had to support their heads with their elbows on the table. The Master slowly moved his rook and looked up with a challenging gaze.  He didn't doubt he would win, because in his head he only needed two another moves. Trying to focus, the Doctor let his eyes trace around the chessboard. Firstly he didn't see it and almost moved his pawn in an useless move (just as the Master expected), but then he saw it and started to laugh. Grinning he moved his Queen towards the other's king, took it and said: "Checkmate!" Koschei's eyes widened and he starred at the board "What?..impossible..U've cheated Thee..." "I 'ave not and 'u have lost." He was right... "Fine..stupid game..'nd u're still sev'n games behind." The black haired man stood up and started to walk away, almost falling into the pool, until a hand grabbed him and made him stop. He didn't turn around, but smiled slightly when he felt the others body behind him, hands slipping around his waist, pressing them together. Right next to his ear he hear him saying quietly: "We 'aven't talked 'bout my price yet." Chuckling the Master tipped his head back to see the other's face "As if I wouldn't know what 'u want, 'u sentimental idiot." The Doctor leaned in and kissed him, even when both of them didn't have much sense left in their lips. He let one of his hands trace under the others shirt, but stopped, pulled away and started laughing. "Rassilon, I'm druunk. I'll probably not rememb'r 'ny of'is tommorw" Turning around, with a crooked smile on his lips the Master said, clearly not drunk anymore: "Then sober up. You have my permission." he stepped back a little bit and added: "Ten minutes, your bedroom and bring the bottle." and continued walking along the pool towards the door. The Doctor shook his head, letting his system neutralise the alcohol in his blood. Smiling he watched the other leaving the room and on the way taking of this shirt. He turned around, approached the chess table and ordered the figures on the board. Picking up the bottle he let his thumb rub on the label and said to himself: "It looks like the game had just begun." 

[tenthdoctorsword]

Drabble prompt - Cook

((Ok this will turn out rather domestic!! :D btw. I have the headcanon that The Master is the better cook of those two. Oh and you’ve chosen one of the topics I have an unfinished fanfic in my notebook(s) :P ))Cook: I will write a drabble of our characters cooking together.

Koschei turned in his sleep and his arm fell on the empty place next to him. The cold feeling woke him up and he realised Theta wasn’t there.  Sighting he sat up and looked down on the empty side of the bed. The younger Time Lord had often nightmares and it wasn’t the first time he got up in the middle of the night. For days he had been woken up by the other’s screaming and walked into his room. He had done it every time, until he was so sick of it and forced Theta to tell him what the dreams were about. They were about the War but mostly about him being dead. That night he just didn’t go to his empty room to sleep. Without saying a word he walked on the other side of the bed and stayed there. It was getting better…but sometimes…

Getting up, he put a shirt on and went to look for the Doctor. He was probably reading or swimming or working on some circuits (not that it was for anything good, but he just didn’t let him near them.) But when he looked, he wasn’t neither in the console room nor the library. He groaned and said out loud: “You know he probably needs me…so could you.” A door appeared next to him. Oh now she behaved. When it came down to take care of her Doctor she was always nice, but if he wanted something, she was stubborn. Opening the door, he instantly recognised the kitchen. The thin man was standing in front of the worktop and was obviously cutting some vegetables. The Master stepped in, making sure the other noticed him and leaned against the fridge. “It’s middle of the night Theet, what are you doing here? And don’t tell me you just wanted a midnight snack.” The Doctor smiled a little bit, but didn’t stop slice the red peppers. When he answered, his speech was too fast…stressed out.. “I..I just needed to do something and, you know, cooking is something I didn’t try so far. I thought it maybe helps me..” Koschei stepped closer and noticed that his hands very shaking, his breathing was shallow, his eyes were unfocused and his gaze nervously fluttering around the room. He would bet a planet that his hearts were racing. The older Time Lord grabbed the others wrist and slowly but clearly said: “Theet…stop…you’re shaking and it’s a matter of time when you hurt yourself with that knife. “ The other looked at him with a haunted look “But I need to…I need…I can’t..” “Alright, alright..I will do this and you can make something else…with less knifes in it.” He looked at the recipe. “Oh please, don’t tell me you must concentrate on this. It’s so simple.” said the Master , letting the other’s hands go, but naturally took the knife away from him. The Doctor starred at him, his breathing becoming deeper and slower. His Koschei was there..the pictures were not real..not..real…they started to fade away finally. He exhaled sharply and said: “Don’t tell me you can cook.” “Oh yes I can. Look I was stuck on Earth for a few years…and later it was because it gave me sympathy points for the election. Lucy’s idea of course.” “You were bored , so you attended cooking lessons??” the Doctor asked with clear amusement in his voice. “NO….yes..stop laughing you idiot. You make the sauce.” answered the Master and started slicing the peppers. Theta nodded, still chuckling quietly, started to pick out the ingredients for it and turned on the hotplate and said to the older Time Lord: “I never thought you would be ever enough patient for this.” “And believe me I wasn’t. Especially in my last regeneration.” Koschei smiled to himself. He had executed the chef and burned down the restaurant. Back then he called that fun. Adding the chopped vegetables to the big chunk of meat in the roasting tin, he added: “Most of the people are just horrible cooks, so it’s better to do it on your own.” The only thing which was left was the sauce, so he just leaned against the countertop and watched the Doctor twirling the wooden spoon inside the pot. Once it was done, Theta offered him the spoon with a crooked smile and asked: “Am I counting into the averagely-horrible-cook category? “ Koschei leaned forward and tasted his creation. “Yes, most definitely you do.” he responded and grabbed the handle of the pot, pushing Theta away from the stove. “Far too little salt..and it needs more rosemary and red wine.” The Doctor stepped away, sat down and watched him improving the sauce. He wasn’t insulted at all and he really liked to watch Koschei moving around the kitchen. It had something so peaceful in it and calming…

The older Time Lord added some spices, the sauce and put it into the oven. He turned around and saw that Theta had fallen asleep, with his head on his crossed arms, on the table. 'Couldn't he just say something and go back to his room…noo the big baby falls asleep in the kitchen. ‘ The Master didn’t have to look into the recipe to know the meat needed at least two hours to get done properly. Deciding it would be better if he just leaves him, he walked out to get the project he was working on and returned to work there and to watch over the roast and over his Theta. 

[tenthdoctorsword]

Drabble prompt - Coffee

((oooh that was fun to write!)) Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours

Time Lords really shouldn’t drink too much coffee. Their system could cope with everything, but caffeine broke down very slowly. The Doctor completely forgot about it and was just about to drink the third ..or fourth?..cup of coffee. For hours he had been working on some circuits and he didn’t want to stop. Years ago he almost fell asleep, but Donna noticed, made him a cup, pat on his shoulder and told him to drink it. Problem was that as soon as he was finished, he was fidgety and couldn’t stay on a spot. Firstly he tried to read a book, then watch the vortex, then improve his sonic screwdriver (he invented 6 new settings), but in the end he just paced through the corridors. The Doctor opened the door to the kitchen and found the Master sitting on one of the chairs, drinking something and with a book in his hands. He sat down in front of him and said far too fast: “Hello Kosch! What are you doing Kosch? Which book is it? I have repaired some circuit…well about 43..well not about…exactly 43. I wonder why there were haywire.. maybe the old girl just didn’t like them..unfortunately they are necessary for landing properly. And why 43 ..why not 42? I know an author who would have laughed if it were 42…you know him? Douglas Adams..nice guy..a little bit mad..but funny..and with brilliant ideas…the idea with the fish which translates every language he got from me…or rather from the TARDIS..the translation circuit…like a fish! Can you believe that?” he started to laugh The Master looked up from the book, put the book on the table rather harshly and frowned at the thin man in front of him. “What the hell did you do this time, Theet?…You’re hyperactive and bloody annoying.”   The Doctor looked at him, stopped laughing and leaned over “That was rude. You don’t call people annoying. I…I’ve just drank some coffee. I rather like it you know. Donna always put some vanilla sugar in it. I love vanilla sugar in stuff. Especially coffee. It helps me concentrate you know. I need too much time to repair the circuits, because I’ve thrown out the manual. I didn’t like it…aaand I disagreed with it ..soo I looked for a nice black hole ..in the Zoiba-system, you know that one?…and threw it into it. “ Sighting Koschei got up and walked around the table. He grabbed the other’s shoulders to hold him in place and examined him a little bit. The younger Time Lord was shaking and his pupils were too wide. The Master looked him in the eyes and asked: “How much coffee did you drink? A barrel? Rassilon, you’re high you know that?” “I’m not high…I’ve tried that once…few regenerations ago in the 70ties…tingling..but didn’t work properly…too different brain chemistry…good for me…hardly anyone can drug me…” The Doctor stopped, realising their faces were sort of close together. With a spark in his eyes he leaned forward and quickly kissed the other. Oh he liked that, wanted more, but the other’s hands were holding him down. The black haired man stood up. Now he was kissing him… not that he didn’t like it, but in his state, it was sort of annoying. He sighted, grabbed the others hand and dragged him out of the kitchen. The Doctor was laughing and asked: “Where are we going? I just had an amazing idea.” he stopped and forced Koschei to hold on. The Master turned around, just to be pressed against the corridor wall and have demanding lips on his again. Oh Rassilon damn it..that was tempting…but no. He pushed him away and answered: “To your bedroom.” he knew the other would obey if he would say this and started to walk again, still dragging him along with him. “Oh excellent idea.” said the Doctor with a rather smug grin on his face.

Entering the room, the Master pushed the other to the bed and ordered: “Take off your tie, hands to the bedpost and don’t move.” “Yes.. Master.” he answered, yanking away his tie. Koschei took it and tied him up to the bedpost, but unlike Theta thought he turned around and went back to the door. “Wait! Where are you going?” shouted the tied-up Time Lord. Was he just leaving him there? Like this?? “You’re high, annoying and you can’t think straight. You will stay here until the caffeine is out of your system. Meanwhile I will check the circuits, which you very likely destroyed forever. I hope you learn your lesson and stop drink this human bitter stuff. Next time I will just knock you out.” and walked out. “That’s so unfair Kosch! Cheeky bastard! Come back!!” he shouted out of the door, but the other was long gone. 

[acyberdoctor]

Drabble prompt - Gambit

Gambit: Chased through a forest by a militia after them for genocidal reasons, the character comes to a drop off. There’s no other way around it, they could maybe jump it, but chances of their success are as shaky as the ground beneath their feet. Better hurry up and make a decision; the hunters aren’t far behind.

     It was only a matter of time before it came to this, until someone caught him taking people and killing them - killing everyone. He had completely killed off another race, and now the militia was after him for genocide of that and for attempted genocide on the humans.     

      Clever pumped his legs, running as fast as they would allow him to go. The wind ωнiѕтℓє∂ through his ear as he whizzed along, and beneath his feet the twigs and leaves snapped and crunched, every S M A C K of his foot against the ground causing the sounds to fill the air. His head whipped around to evaluate how far ahead of the militia he was, and finding that they seemed to be catching up, he forced his legs to pump faster. 

                           [   One. Two. Three. Four.

                                         One. Two. Three.  Four.  ]

     The double heartbeat that belonged to Timelords pounded in Mr. Clever's chest; he could feel the thumping so much that it was almost as if the sound of the hearts echoed throughout his head. 

     And then the worst happened: the ground came to and end. He skidded to a stop as he neared the cliff edge, peering down to see how far down solid soil was. It was low enough so that he wouldn't die, as the Doctor's body was made to sustain extreme conditions, but it would certainly injure him. 

     Taking one last glance as the advancing militia, he decided to go for it. Mr. Clever leaped into the air, throwing himself of the cliffs edge.       F        A          L           L            I            N             GAs he plunged through the air, his stomach climbed up into his throat, trying to escape out of his body. His limbs flailed around for a moment, and then in a few seconds, it was over. His feet slammed against the ground with immense force and the rest of his body followed suit. He let out a groan, pain piercing his legs and up through him.

                                      But he was  { safe.}         They couldn't follow him anymore. They wouldn't jump.

     He looked up, letting out a pained chuckle as they stood at the edge of the drop off, appearing helpless. 

                                                                       Success. 

      That is if he could escape their now attempt at shooting him with their guns as a last resort.... He honestly doesn't now why they didn't do it before. Innocent until proven guilty? Can't shoot regardless of crime unless they start physically harming you? He didn't know the law codes, and didn't care to. But now he had a new challenge, and he planned on winning it.

[tenthdoctorsword]

Drabble - Costume

((ooh dear I was in a mood to write some fluff. After the beaten-up meme …well I needed it. Maybe I was rather free with the meme but I like it)) Costume: your character or mine, dressing up for the other

 Frowning, the Master was looking through the miles and miles of clothes inside the TARDIS wardrobe.After the last attack his clothes had been ruined. Theta told him to get something from his collection. But how the hell should he found something suitable in this havoc.Finally he noticed a suit jacket he wanted to try on, but just as he reached for it, the ship jolted, he had to grab the nearest railway before falling to the ground and he looked away from the itStraightening himself he looked towards the shelf with the jacket again.It wasn’t there anymore.He groaned in frustration and shouted at the TARDIS:

"Would you stop doing that? First you move around my room and now you hide the clothes. For a museum piece you’re fucking childish…He wants me here so get over yourself."

As expected he received an shock from the railway. Flinching away from it, he added:

"Fine! If you want to be like that…I will get him, he should be dealing with you not me.."

Walking out of the room he headed for the library.

 Koschei found the Doctor sitting in the big red chair with a book looking to be the history of Gallifrey.The thin man looked up, glancing at him above the edge of his useless specs

"Don’t you think you’re too picky?"

"I’m not! Your stupid ship zaps the good ones away."

"You two should really get along someday"

"I’m trying but this..old box..",he received another shock, "IS SO STUBBORN!!"

With an amused look, Theta got up.

"She will behave if I go with you."

They both went back to the storage, which was for once in the right place.

"She better will..or I will just keep this.. or walk around naked."

The Doctor laughed at the imagination of it and entered the large room full of clothes and let his look trace around the giant place. He hadn’t been there for ages, because his favourite pieces were stored in his bedroom. Noticing his long scarf he had worn few regenerations ago, he smiled and turned around to the other Time Lord.

"Go on..she will be nice"

The Master started to look around, taking out random clothes, but most of them were black.

Knowing the wardrobe much better than him, the Doctor took out some shirts and gave them to him.Wordlessly Koschei accepted them and put them on a small pile he had chosen. The only piece he intended to keep were the black boots.Theta sat down on one of the more stable chairs in the room and played with the loose ends of the striped scarf. He missed the fabric around his neck. If he would ever wear a part of his old clothes it would be this far too long scarf.

Meanwhile the Master had found most of the clothes, but when he went to the back of the room to change, another jacket caught his eye.

A black leather jacket , hanging next to a giant framed mirror. 

Stepping closer he traced his hands along the rough material. It was old and well worn. Something about its smell..it was like a heart note hidden behind the earthy scent of the leather and it was some kind of familiar to him.Taking it from the wooden hallstand, he changed into his new clothes.

Finally dressed he grinned at his projection in the mirror. They really suited him.He went back to the other Time Lord and was curious how the other one would react.

Koschei stopped just in front of him and he smiled at the clothes.Of course he had chosen these ones.. Black trousers and boots, deep red shirt and..wow he didn’t expect that..his jacket. The one he had worn a regeneration ago.Blinking he got up.

"You have never  seen my Ninth regeneration, haven’t you?"

"Nope..why?" the Master asked. He knew already, the scent was unmistakable. 

"This was my jacket, but frankly Kosch it suits you better."

"Of course it does."

'He could never say thanks for a compliment couldn't he.'The Doctor decided to push him a little bit

"Anyway..Good choice, though! You look quiet handsome."

The Master smirked at him mockingly answering:

"Aww how sweet..what you gonna do next? Kiss me?"

A spark of amusement showed up in Theta’s eyes, he chuckled and slipped around him whispering the response:

"Naah..maybe later." and stepped out into the TARDIS corridor.

Shaking his head and with a smile on his lips, the Master followed him, mumbling something like:

"…sentimental idiot…"

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Making a soft tsking noise as he got to his feet, the Master wiped the blood from his hands. Eyes sweeping over his bleeding, bruised Theta. Letting out a near silent laugh as a smirk came over his face "You really never learn do you Theta?" he said, crouching again to meet the other Time Lord's eyes "I am the Master. Of you and everything else. Nothing changes that. You shouldn't have saved me. You can't trust me. And now the whole universe will pay the price."

Groaning in pain the Doctor turned, so he was now facing the ground. Firstly he tried to push himself up, but his arms couldn’t hold him. Some bones must be broken…his face hit the floor again. Slowly he pushed his knees forward, under his body and managed to sit up on his heels. Looking up to the smirking Time Lord, the Doctor spit out some blood and said: "You don’t get it don’t you? I will never stop wanting to save you, Kosch, and I will never regret it." The thin man didn’t move. Every move hurt. Most of his rips were broken, he tasted the blood inside his mouth and his view was rather blurry because of the injury on the back of his head. Still with the rest of resistance in his eyes, he fixed the eyes of his torturer and said clearly: "You want to conqueer the universe? Fine..start with me..I’m the only person who will ever be able to stop you..go on..kill me Kosch.. I don’t want to watch this…if you can finally kill me, the universe is yours. Everyone said to me I should kill you…centuries ago, but I decided otherwise. I don’t regret it…even now…so KILL ME.” With the last strength he stretched out his arms and waited, still fixing his Koschei. "Let’s end it Kosch…Two shots right to my hearts.."