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scarfman Title: The Ongoing Storm 1/1
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Characters/Pairing: Doctor, Master, Donna, Martha
Rating: PG
Setting/Spoilers: mid Season 2008; another what-if-the-Master-didn't-die-on-the-Valiant scenario
Disclaimer: This work is derivative of property of the BBC. No profit shall be made and no market of the owner(s) is infringed upon.
Betareader (and title writer): qtrhorserider
Summary: Martha never saw this coming. Pretty cracky.
People seem to enjoy my Donna. Some characters are just fun to write dialog for, you know? Donna, and Hawkeye, and Spike, and ... wait, there's another Doctor Who character I just recently made use of just because everyone else is having such fun with his dialog style...
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"Thanks for saying that," said Martha, as she - carrying a bag - and the Doctor exited the building where she had a month-by-month lease flat for her stay in Cardiff.
"I ought to have said it when you left," the Doctor confessed. "I even tried. But when you tossed me your phone I knew I'd have another chance, and I rather chickened out."
"Well, you certainly came running, as requested," Martha grinned. "What, you don't have anyone new to pass you your test tubes and tell you how brilliant you are?"
The Doctor made poled-fish faces for a moment. "I thought UNIT and Torchwood didn't get along!
"And that Alistair was retired," he added.
"Answer my question, Doctor," said Martha. She was still grinning, but that might have been because they'd turned the corner into the alley where the TARDIS was waiting.
"Weeell," said the Doctor, getting out his key, "I'm not exactly alone in the TARDIS these days. But that only makes me miss you more ..."
The door opened to set loose an almost physical wall of shouting from within. The Doctor merely stepped inside as if this was perfectly normal, but Martha had to steel herself to enter.
There was a male voice and a female voice, and once inside Martha saw why the male voice, at least, was familiar. In the console room, the Master and the ginger, glowy woman from the Doctor's video of the aborted wedding were having it out at the top of their lungs. For the first few moments Martha was too stunned to understand what they were saying. "What's he doing here?!" she demanded of the Doctor. But she was still at the door and he'd moved to the console, and he only looked up and waved at his ears as if to indicate he couldn't hear Martha over the noise. Probably he actually couldn't.
"- plot the overthrow of the British government, build a bloomin' spaceship straight out of Thunderbirds, turn the last humans from the end of Time into homicidal Pokemans," Donna was shouting when Martha started paying enough attention to parse sounds into words, "but you're not clever enough to put the seat down when you're finished?!"
"Please, may I have the drums back!" the Master growled to the ceiling.
"Let me tell you something, Mister -"
"That's 'Master'!"
"Right, because that's how we address little boys where I come from, and that's just what you are, a self-involved little boy!"
"I? Self-involved? Which of us shopped through the Sycorax invasion? Which of us was dupe to the Racnoss queen, and which of us destroyed her? When my Toclafane showed up you thought they were a military air show!"
"Are you telling me it wasn't a show? Because it certainly wasn't the act of someone smart enough to seize control of the government by mostly conventional means and then hold on to it instead of blowing it all off with a grand-scale schoolboy prank for revenge! 'Cos that's all it was, you know, even if you killed a tenth the whole planet's population by way of it which you couldn't even keep that from being undone!"
"I will not have my intelligence impugned by a middle-aged ape who can't even hold down a job!"
"I am a temp worker." Donna looked down her nose at the Master as if she was actually proud of this. Perhaps she was; Martha could name every bone in the human body, but she couldn't seem to run a copier without jamming it. "I provide a needed service and everywhere I go is somewhere I'm wanted! As opposed to you, who is never needed or wanted anywhere you go!"
"I'll have you know," the Master snarled, stalking up to Donna to glare at her eye-to-eye, "that in my times I have been needed and wanted in the boudoirs of some of the most famous women in your planet's history, future and past! Not that you've ever heard of them, you ignorant cow!"
Donna hauled off and slapped him, the sharp sound ringing in everyone's ears (except perhaps the Doctor's, for all the attention he was paying the pair of them).
The next thing Martha knew, Donna and the Master were wrapped up in the most passionate clinch Martha had ever seen, and Martha had lived in student digs at university. Martha stared bug-eyed for a moment, then turned her back when what she was seeing successfully registered on her mind. After about ninety seconds of wet noises she risked a peek back, just in time to see them break apart and dash for the interior door hand-in-hand.
Martha covered her mouth with her hands (certain her expression must be the same one Dad always described in the story from when Martha was nine and learned where cadavers come from) and looked over at the Doctor.
"Because now," said the Doctor plaintively, finishing his sentence, "I'll have someone to talk to."
fin
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Date: 2007-09-13 02:16 am (UTC)much!no subject
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Date: 2007-09-13 02:49 am (UTC)Here via
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Date: 2007-09-13 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-13 03:10 am (UTC)I did try to warn you.
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Date: 2007-09-13 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-13 03:15 am (UTC)This must happen in continuity now.
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Date: 2007-09-13 03:17 am (UTC)Is it wrong that this makes all kinds of sense in my head?
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Date: 2007-09-13 04:19 am (UTC)~
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Date: 2007-09-13 05:59 am (UTC)this is bloody hilarious!
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Date: 2007-09-13 06:32 am (UTC)Master/Donna never even entered my mind but it would be made of win for sure.
*adds another ship to her list*
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Date: 2007-09-13 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-13 08:11 am (UTC)"Martha could name every bone in the human body, but she couldn't seem to run a copier without jamming it."
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Date: 2007-09-13 08:17 am (UTC)STOP ! STOP !! Plz, stop !!
(Actually, no don't !)
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Date: 2007-09-13 09:37 am (UTC)Just brilliant. I nearly fell off my seat laughing!
MM
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Date: 2007-09-13 03:08 pm (UTC)ROTFL!!!
Genius, genius twisted pairing. I love this!
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Date: 2007-09-13 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-13 05:14 pm (UTC)Ow! Ow! Too much laughing!!!!
This was brilliant and amazing and totally makes sense. I love it when you post Donna fics. ;D
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Date: 2007-09-13 05:54 pm (UTC)Who's my little crack-pusher, then? *memories*
Sorry, intelligent commentary is beyond me.
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Date: 2007-09-20 11:11 am (UTC)Oh dear gods, this is BRILLIANCE! :D *hurts from laughing*
:)
Jaydeyn
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Date: 2007-09-20 01:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-13 12:24 am (UTC)It would just be so RIGHT.
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Date: 2007-10-26 10:42 am (UTC)Best line: "Please, may I have the drums back!" :~D
(Here via
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Date: 2007-11-16 02:30 pm (UTC)I don't know why it never occurred to me before but OF COURSE Donna and the Master would be THE BEST THING EVER. EVER. EVER.
Please, can this be canon now?
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Date: 2008-01-20 12:41 am (UTC)*hands over her soul*
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Date: 2008-02-17 06:34 am (UTC)How would you like your internets mailed to you, sir?
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Date: 2008-06-17 02:44 pm (UTC)If I quoted all my favorite lines I might as well quote the whole darned story, so, just a few:
"Please, may I have the drums back!"
(OK, so it's everybody's favorite)
The Doctor made poled-fish faces
I wish you'd illustrated that :)
homicidal Pokemans
Best Toclafane description ever!
I love that the Doctor has a video of the Wedding That Never Was :D
One more story this good and I'm friending you! :)
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Date: 2009-07-12 02:39 am (UTC)Love this story. Unexpected OTP was unexpected. I think I ship it now. XD