Tag: Answered Ask

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The Doctor hadn’t noticed when she had started to drift off while reading in the library. She had been studying some old Gallifreyan writings, brushing up on stuff that he was meant to know, but had been quite the rebel so she had barely passed the academy.

She startled slightly, half awake when she felt someone pick her up, letting out a small whine of confusion in her sleepy state.

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The Master laughed bitterly.
He was cold, wet, shaking and in pain…
 and he knew that if he didn’t get dry
he would probably get ill…
or the wound infected….

But the only place he could go to…
Was the torchwood hub…
But he would probably be killed on sight by jack….
So he sent a message to the man’s wrist strap.

“Look, stop, before you switch me off… hear me out… Please…
i know… i know i’m a bastard…. that what i did while insane
and under the drums influence was inhuman…
I know what i did was wrong in SO many ways, okay, i get it…
Im not here to make excuses or ask for forgiveness
for something that could never be forgiven… 
but i- i cant exactly change for them if i’m dead… 
and i will be dead… if you don’t help me…”

“look this is me, wet, cold, weak and injured, on your doorstep…
i would deserve it if you said no, i wont come back if you turn me away… Ill slink off to die in a corner or something… but you are literally the only other person on this planet that knows about a time lords body and how to help…” he takes a deep breath allowing the time agent to see behind the stone walls, the fear he was feeling and the longing to change.

“and i don’t think i have any regenerations left and that scares me SO much…”

🧥 – Wrap a coat around my muse

The Doctor looked up at her love in surprise, having been trying to keep her shivering to a minimum. She had hoped she was doing a good job of hiding them… but apparently not.

“Th-thanks K-Kosch…” She then frowned.
“But… what about you?”

The blond clutches at his coat, which dwarfed her, keeping it tugged  around her. she buries her nose into the fabric, both smelling it and thankful for the warmth.