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Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Title: Extreme Pictionary and a bit of Snogging
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Six)
Word Count: (so far) 8095
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Harold Saxon/Master, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones, John Hart
Pairings: TenII/(Alt)Master (bit of TenII/Rose)
A/N: Most screen caps from the sonic biro site and the power of google-fu
Catch Up: Prologue, Welcome to Number Ten Mr Smith, Saxon and Smith, Enter the Judoon, A Good Expositional Explanation
EXTREME PICTIONARY AND A BIT OF SNOGGING
Rose chewed on her lip as Ianto led her through number ten Downing Street. She hadn’t seen the Doctor since the Prime Minister had driven him away yesterday morning.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Ianto reassured her. “I doubt Mr Saxon has done anything rash. Although that wouldn’t be completely out of character,” he added.
“Thanks.” She rolled her eyes.
“Tish,” Ianto greeted the woman whose desk they had stopped in front of. “Have you seen-?” He trailed off at the sound of a loud crash coming from the meeting room.
“They’ve not let anyone in there since yesterday lunch time,” she said in hushed tones.
“Saxon?” Ianto asked.
“And John,” Tish nodded. “Stuff has been brought up though.”
“What kind of stuff?” Rose asked, frowning at the closed heavy wooden doors.
“White boards, pens, lots of paper,” she told them. They paused as the sound of muffled shouting drifted under the door to them.
“I see,” Ianto said with a nod. “There’s only one thing it can be then.”
“What?” Rose demanded.
“Extreme Pictionary,” he answered dryly.
“Oh for God’s sake,” she muttered and strode to the doors.
“Miss Tyler, you can’t!” Tish exclaimed.
“Like hell I can’t,” she snapped and pulled the doors open.
There were nearing ten white boards around the room, covered in a combination of English and something vaguely circular and familiar. Sheets of paper littered the table in the centre, and the floor.
“You can’t just skip past that bit!” Saxon was shouting at the Doctor from where he stood, hands braced on the table.
“We’ll figure it out later,” the Doctor said, his tone dismissive as he waved the marker pen he was holding and turned back to one of the white boards.
“No wonder they executed you if this was your approach to the laws of space and time!” Saxon responded and walked toward the Doctor.
“Hang on, executed?! And you’re a fine one to talk,” he paused, “Executed?!”
Saxon laughed and pulled the board marker out of the Doctor’s hand. The Doctor attempted to snatch it back and Rose watched in disbelief as Saxon slapped his hands away sharply.
Ianto cleared his throat. Both their heads snapped round, although their hands and arms remained entangled from their fight for the pen.
“Rose!” The Doctor squeaked and dropped the Master’s wrists and the pen.
“Do you have any idea what the time is?” she asked.
“Er-” he scrabbled at his shirt sleeve and lifted it up only to find a bare wrist. His eyes flittered to Saxon for a moment before they focused back on to Rose. “Dinner time?”
Rose rolled her eyes.
“Would you like me to get breakfast sent up, sir?” Ianto spoke up from behind her.
“Yes please Ianto, I am rather hungry now that you mention it. I’d wager John, like myself is still not quite used to having to eat as often as you lot do,” he added.
Ianto’s face showed a brief flicker of surprise which he quickly suppressed. “No sir, I’ll be back with breakfast,” he said before he backed out of the room.
“What’s going on?” Rose asked the Doctor. The Doctor however didn’t seem to hear her, focused as he was on glaring at Saxon, who was bouncing on his toes managing to look both innocent and smug simultaneously. “Oi!” she shouted. His head snapped round to face her and he blinked rapidly as if trying to clear his head.
“Right, sorry. I guess I should introduce you?” he pondered.
“Funnily enough I already know the Prime Minister of Great Britain,” she answered as she walked to the nearest white board and frowned at it. “What’s all this then?”
“Something completely beyond your feeble comprehension,” Saxon answered.
“Looks familiar,” she added, having completely ignored Saxon’s comment.
“It should, it’s Gallifreyan,” the Doctor told her. “You recognise it from the Tardis.” He walked over and stood behind her. “These are equations, calculations. It’s a bit of a complicated story.”
“So tell me,” she turned round and frowned at him.
“Okay, I don’t really know where to-”
“The Time Lords,” Saxon said, no longer looking smug or amused or sarcastic or any number of the irritating expressions he had held since Rose had entered the room.
“What?” The Doctor asked, puzzled.
“Start with the Time Lords,” Saxon rolled his eyes. “Idiot,” he added.
“Shut up,” the Doctor snapped in response before turning back to her. “The Time Lords are alive here, in this universe. Their Doctor went back and undid the Dalek’s before they were ever created...”
Rose listened as he explained the paradox and how the Time Lords hadn’t liked the alternative outcome. How they’d let the Doctor literally split the universe in two to avoid their own destruction.
“Thing is we couldn’t figure out how it was possible, how it’s all stable and they don’t collapse into each other,” the Doctor explained.
“So you pulled an all-nighter to do the math?” she asked incredulously. God, he was such a geek.
“Yeah, we’ve got a theory but-”
“We need some better equipment than we have available to scan the rifts,” Saxon put in from where he’d been sitting on the edge of the table watching them.
“Like the Tardis’ sensors,” the Doctor said.
“You don’t have your Universe’s Tardis by any chance do you?” Saxon asked.
“Course not,” the Doctor said with a roll of his eyes.
“But-?” Saxon grinned and took a step toward them. Rose frowned.
“But what?” the Doctor asked, a far too innocent expression in place.
“Mr Smith, you can’t lie to me and you know it,” Saxon stopped inside the Doctor’s personal space and waited expectantly.
“I’ve got a piece,” the Doctor relented.
“A piece of what?” she asked. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Saxon’s smile widen. She may not know exactly what was going on, but she did not like expression one bit.
“A piece of the Tardis. A fragment of coral,” he turned and told Saxon.
Saxon’s grin was almost maniacal, “Brilliant,” he said and before Rose could blink he had the Doctor by the collar and was snogging him senseless.
She had a brief flashback several years to when she had watched through her own eyes as Cassandra had used her body to do to the Doctor what Saxon was currently. The Doctor’s face had shown a combination of justifiable shock but also pleasure, much as it did now.
Rose closed her eyes for a second. She missed their parting as when she opened them Saxon was headed to the back of the room.
The Doctor had collapsed against the table and was gasping, “What-?” he managed.
“Where is it?” Saxon demanded, now returned to them with a mobile phone in hand.
“I, what?” the Doctor asked.
“This bit of the Tardis you apparently have,” Rose bit out. The Doctor finally looked at her and his eyes widened.
“It’s in my coat, I always keep it with me,” he answered, didn't take his eyes off of her. He didn’t look guilty, or apologetic. He didn’t give her the ‘what did that crazy person do that for?’ look. He just looked caught.
Rose turned away and watched Saxon root around in the Doctor’s coat pocket, which had been draped over one of the chairs. He let out a noise of triumph and pulled out a small piece of coral, it glimmered like the sunlight was catching it even thought it was in Saxon’s shadow.
Saxon started to walk toward the exit, he handed the Doctor his coat and snagged his wrist on the way past and pulled him after him.
“We’re getting off this rock,” he declared just as the doors were thrown open and Ianto backed up inside, a gun held to his head by a man Rose vaguely recognised.
“Oh you’re not going anywhere,” the man said. “None of us are.”
“And who the hell are you?” Saxon demanded. He dropped the Doctors wrist and crossed his arms.
“This is Captain John Hart,” Ianto growled.
“Who said you could talk, Eye Candy?” Hart growled back and pushed the barrel of the gun harder against Ianto’s head.
“And why are you going to stop us from leaving Captain?” the Doctor asked.
“I’m not going to stop you,” Hart said and lowered his gun. “The Time Lords are.”
Title: Extreme Pictionary and a bit of Snogging
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Six)
Word Count: (so far) 8095
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Harold Saxon/Master, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones, John Hart
Pairings: TenII/(Alt)Master (bit of TenII/Rose)
A/N: Most screen caps from the sonic biro site and the power of google-fu
Catch Up: Prologue, Welcome to Number Ten Mr Smith, Saxon and Smith, Enter the Judoon, A Good Expositional Explanation
EXTREME PICTIONARY AND A BIT OF SNOGGING
Rose chewed on her lip as Ianto led her through number ten Downing Street. She hadn’t seen the Doctor since the Prime Minister had driven him away yesterday morning.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Ianto reassured her. “I doubt Mr Saxon has done anything rash. Although that wouldn’t be completely out of character,” he added.
“Thanks.” She rolled her eyes.
“Tish,” Ianto greeted the woman whose desk they had stopped in front of. “Have you seen-?” He trailed off at the sound of a loud crash coming from the meeting room.
“They’ve not let anyone in there since yesterday lunch time,” she said in hushed tones.
“Saxon?” Ianto asked.
“And John,” Tish nodded. “Stuff has been brought up though.”
“What kind of stuff?” Rose asked, frowning at the closed heavy wooden doors.
“White boards, pens, lots of paper,” she told them. They paused as the sound of muffled shouting drifted under the door to them.
“I see,” Ianto said with a nod. “There’s only one thing it can be then.”
“What?” Rose demanded.
“Extreme Pictionary,” he answered dryly.
“Oh for God’s sake,” she muttered and strode to the doors.
“Miss Tyler, you can’t!” Tish exclaimed.
“Like hell I can’t,” she snapped and pulled the doors open.
There were nearing ten white boards around the room, covered in a combination of English and something vaguely circular and familiar. Sheets of paper littered the table in the centre, and the floor.
“You can’t just skip past that bit!” Saxon was shouting at the Doctor from where he stood, hands braced on the table.
“We’ll figure it out later,” the Doctor said, his tone dismissive as he waved the marker pen he was holding and turned back to one of the white boards.
“No wonder they executed you if this was your approach to the laws of space and time!” Saxon responded and walked toward the Doctor.
“Hang on, executed?! And you’re a fine one to talk,” he paused, “Executed?!”
Saxon laughed and pulled the board marker out of the Doctor’s hand. The Doctor attempted to snatch it back and Rose watched in disbelief as Saxon slapped his hands away sharply.
Ianto cleared his throat. Both their heads snapped round, although their hands and arms remained entangled from their fight for the pen.
“Rose!” The Doctor squeaked and dropped the Master’s wrists and the pen.
“Do you have any idea what the time is?” she asked.
“Er-” he scrabbled at his shirt sleeve and lifted it up only to find a bare wrist. His eyes flittered to Saxon for a moment before they focused back on to Rose. “Dinner time?”
Rose rolled her eyes.
“Would you like me to get breakfast sent up, sir?” Ianto spoke up from behind her.
“Yes please Ianto, I am rather hungry now that you mention it. I’d wager John, like myself is still not quite used to having to eat as often as you lot do,” he added.
Ianto’s face showed a brief flicker of surprise which he quickly suppressed. “No sir, I’ll be back with breakfast,” he said before he backed out of the room.
“What’s going on?” Rose asked the Doctor. The Doctor however didn’t seem to hear her, focused as he was on glaring at Saxon, who was bouncing on his toes managing to look both innocent and smug simultaneously. “Oi!” she shouted. His head snapped round to face her and he blinked rapidly as if trying to clear his head.
“Right, sorry. I guess I should introduce you?” he pondered.
“Funnily enough I already know the Prime Minister of Great Britain,” she answered as she walked to the nearest white board and frowned at it. “What’s all this then?”
“Something completely beyond your feeble comprehension,” Saxon answered.
“Looks familiar,” she added, having completely ignored Saxon’s comment.
“It should, it’s Gallifreyan,” the Doctor told her. “You recognise it from the Tardis.” He walked over and stood behind her. “These are equations, calculations. It’s a bit of a complicated story.”
“So tell me,” she turned round and frowned at him.
“Okay, I don’t really know where to-”
“The Time Lords,” Saxon said, no longer looking smug or amused or sarcastic or any number of the irritating expressions he had held since Rose had entered the room.
“What?” The Doctor asked, puzzled.
“Start with the Time Lords,” Saxon rolled his eyes. “Idiot,” he added.
“Shut up,” the Doctor snapped in response before turning back to her. “The Time Lords are alive here, in this universe. Their Doctor went back and undid the Dalek’s before they were ever created...”
Rose listened as he explained the paradox and how the Time Lords hadn’t liked the alternative outcome. How they’d let the Doctor literally split the universe in two to avoid their own destruction.
“Thing is we couldn’t figure out how it was possible, how it’s all stable and they don’t collapse into each other,” the Doctor explained.
“So you pulled an all-nighter to do the math?” she asked incredulously. God, he was such a geek.
“Yeah, we’ve got a theory but-”
“We need some better equipment than we have available to scan the rifts,” Saxon put in from where he’d been sitting on the edge of the table watching them.
“Like the Tardis’ sensors,” the Doctor said.
“You don’t have your Universe’s Tardis by any chance do you?” Saxon asked.
“Course not,” the Doctor said with a roll of his eyes.
“But-?” Saxon grinned and took a step toward them. Rose frowned.
“But what?” the Doctor asked, a far too innocent expression in place.
“Mr Smith, you can’t lie to me and you know it,” Saxon stopped inside the Doctor’s personal space and waited expectantly.
“I’ve got a piece,” the Doctor relented.
“A piece of what?” she asked. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Saxon’s smile widen. She may not know exactly what was going on, but she did not like expression one bit.
“A piece of the Tardis. A fragment of coral,” he turned and told Saxon.
Saxon’s grin was almost maniacal, “Brilliant,” he said and before Rose could blink he had the Doctor by the collar and was snogging him senseless.
She had a brief flashback several years to when she had watched through her own eyes as Cassandra had used her body to do to the Doctor what Saxon was currently. The Doctor’s face had shown a combination of justifiable shock but also pleasure, much as it did now.
Rose closed her eyes for a second. She missed their parting as when she opened them Saxon was headed to the back of the room.
The Doctor had collapsed against the table and was gasping, “What-?” he managed.
“Where is it?” Saxon demanded, now returned to them with a mobile phone in hand.
“I, what?” the Doctor asked.
“This bit of the Tardis you apparently have,” Rose bit out. The Doctor finally looked at her and his eyes widened.
“It’s in my coat, I always keep it with me,” he answered, didn't take his eyes off of her. He didn’t look guilty, or apologetic. He didn’t give her the ‘what did that crazy person do that for?’ look. He just looked caught.
Rose turned away and watched Saxon root around in the Doctor’s coat pocket, which had been draped over one of the chairs. He let out a noise of triumph and pulled out a small piece of coral, it glimmered like the sunlight was catching it even thought it was in Saxon’s shadow.
Saxon started to walk toward the exit, he handed the Doctor his coat and snagged his wrist on the way past and pulled him after him.
“We’re getting off this rock,” he declared just as the doors were thrown open and Ianto backed up inside, a gun held to his head by a man Rose vaguely recognised.
“Oh you’re not going anywhere,” the man said. “None of us are.”
“And who the hell are you?” Saxon demanded. He dropped the Doctors wrist and crossed his arms.
“This is Captain John Hart,” Ianto growled.
“Who said you could talk, Eye Candy?” Hart growled back and pushed the barrel of the gun harder against Ianto’s head.
“And why are you going to stop us from leaving Captain?” the Doctor asked.
“I’m not going to stop you,” Hart said and lowered his gun. “The Time Lords are.”
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I love the delicious banter between the Doctor and the Master, it's quite lovely. They're so wonderful together, trying to work their theory about the Time Lords! It's funny to see Rose reacting in a jealous way, towards the Doctor and the Master. I loved the bit when the Doctor revealed that he'd had a piece of the coral from the TARDIS, then the Master snogged him senseless! :D
And, another brilliant cliff hanger! Is Captain John Hart involved with the Time Lords? That's really quite interesting. :D I can't wait to see how that pans out.
Thanks for another fantastic update, and I'm so looking forward to the next chapter. I've saved this one to my memories again. :D
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John Hart FTW! How could we not have him? :)
Thanks for taking the time to comment!
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Yeah, you're right about John Hart FTW! He's a brilliant character! I'm really intrigued to see what he's doing. :D
Thanks again. :D
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John? I mean, really? The best buddy of Jack? Does it mean more fun? By the way where is Jack? ^^
Rose is completely another story. Her reaction is fantastic! For when you see Doctor AND MAster in action there is no room for any doubt, the puzzle pieces irrevocably fall together... But she is not your ordinary earth girl too. The Bad Wolf thing is not something you can just toss away. All this promises to be truly fantastic!
The Doctor should be a little different too, with a bit of Donna inside. Wonder how it will affect his relationship with The Master?
The Time Lords sound a little alarming but I have faith in this duo (or is it trio? Rose is usually left out of Doctor/Master stories but in this case regardless of recent discoveries I do not believe she will abandon Doctor, especially as he appears to be in trouble).
It's strange how your story brought Rose back. After so much Master, Master, Master, in my perspective she faded into something from the past and now she is kicking and I love it!
Do I need to spell that I loved the way They were talking, kissing, all the craziness, manic obsessions, fluffy romantic moments and lurks of the intimate knowing of each other right in front of Rose? It was brilliant!
Can't wait to read more of this story! #^_^#
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I really wanted to include Jack, but he would kind of steal the focus?? You can have John, or Ianto or Tish making a fun cameo, without the story having to majorly about them, but if Jack was there I'd really want to write him in more and it just doesn't fit!! In my head in this universe his colony was never attacked and he grew up happy with his family :)
There are far too few stories with Rose and the Master both in them! And whilst Rose has got on my nerves on many occasions, she was so important to the Doctor, like the Master is, I've always loved those two coming together :)
Thanks you for your brilliant comment! I'm glad you liked this part :)
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The first Doctor Who I've watched was the 1st season with Eccleston and it was brilliant! Although not a beauty (after awhile I have even grown fond of his ears ::)) he has great actor skills and I really enjoyed the show. After that... Tennant came on stage and what can I say without sounding a complete fangirl? During these two seasons I've fallen in love with Rose Tyler very fast indeed: found her charming, fun, a bit frustrating but not in a bad way and all in all exactly the right person for The Doctor.
As much as I liked Martha she just couldn't compete... She was good but not brilliant enough.
The Master came right after that. Like a lightening he struck upon the whole Who universe.
And that was so much sharper and brighter, intimate in a way Rose never was, painful in an oddly tragic way and crazy that went so much in sync with Doctor himself that the only thing anyone could think after that was DoctorMaster, DoctorMaster (By the way, there is a great story out there - The Space between Opposites by storyseller on Teaspoon).
The arrival of Donna was a real fresh start. She became my favorite! Thus, Rose' return - much sought before The Master... - was a bit, ahmm, anticlimactic.
The part TL, part human Doctor left in Pete's world together with Rose left a bitter aftertaste...
Out of all thing Rose could be doing being struck on one world is not right. The Doctor (in any shape or form) sharing this fate is even worse! Them together, bitter and abandoned, is not right at all! And in some incomprehensible way is absolutely right. like a fantasy being played till its, as a rule unreachable, conclusion.
I am very glad you're changing things! And doing such an amazing job!
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I loved the Martha series mainly because we saw so much more of the doctor in that series, like different sides of him, there was the 'John Smith' ep, and the burn with me one (i am useless with episode names) and obviously everything with the master. I liked her, and she was brilliant in her own way, but the doctor was still missing rose so it'd never work
Donna was amazing :) that's all there is to say on that!!
It's kind of like it was what they always wanted, to be together for all their lives, but not like that. I can imagine Rose being okay on Earth, working for Torchwood, but grounding the Doctor? Evil, evilness.
Thank you!