Chapter Six - Brilliant and Beautiful

"I still can't believe we're doing this; getting married – on Earth! You really are full of surprises."

"Ah, but you love that about me," a cheeky grin is display

"Yes, I do. But there are other things I love about you, as I've told you many times before."

"What things?" the Master lay content in his love's arms, "What other things do you love about me?"

"You're brilliant, you're a brilliant mind. And you're beautiful, you really are," this made the Master blush like a schoolboy, and the Doctor went on, "you accept me as I am – warts and all, even though I'm capable of terrible things and have utilized that capability allot in the past. You listen to me when I ramble, hold me when I fall apart, you've stayed with me through these past months and all else I've put you through. I love everything about you, your ability to show you've changed and even your one-track mind. You're just a beautiful person to me, a brilliant and beautiful person. If I lost you I'd most probably die," the Master looked appalled, but still he went on, "and I'm sorry, but that's the truth. Life wouldn't be worth it without you."

The Master looked blankly at him for a moment, and then buried his head in the Doctor's chest, clinging to him, "I love you Theta, and don't you ever forget it. And we both know I wouldn't want you getting yourself killed if I died again, if anything's not worth anything it's that the universe loses its' greatest saviour just because of the bloke's grief. I'm not worth the grief if it'll get you killed. When I die, just mourn me, don't die yourself. Mourn me and let me live on in your memory."

The Doctor held him tightly as tears pricked his eyes, "I'll do that, Koschei. I'll do that."

---

"So, you guys want to get remarried on Earth? Thought the Master would have hated the idea."

"Actually, it was his idea. So, can we do it? Is it viable?" the Doctor's eyes were hopeful.

"Yeah, it's totally viable. You guys wanna use the names you had when you were going to adopt Matt?"

"Yeah, and Jack… we're thinking of adopting Amelia." He said, beaming.

"Great! Well, no long-lost relatives or godparents have turned up out of the blue as of yet, so this is actually happening? Amelia doesn't like Leadworth so you guys can settle down anywhere, but s'probably best to just stay somewhere in the UK for the time being. We've actually got a place free, a house on Bannerman Road."

"Bannerman Road. Why does that sound familiar?"

"You'll figure it out. In the meantime I have to do all the paperwork and get you to your new home."

"Thanks, Jack. We couldn't do this without you."

"Damn right you couldn't! Now, as for the matter of currency, the Mr Copper Alien Help Fund can sort you out."

"The 'Mr Copper Alien Help Fund'? I know Mr Copper, he's an alien himself."

"Really?"

"Yes, and he's quite old, I'm surprised he hasn't been caught out yet. Oh well, ingenuity thrives in all species I suppose, survival in most."

---

He walked out the door and entranced upon the Master bonding with Amelia. Bonding was really the only word he could find for it, he just hoped the Master wasn't going to get his hearts broken again.

"Everything's fine, we just have to stay in the UK for the remainder of her school life."

"So you're going to be my parents?" Amelia said gleefully.

"We hope so," the Master said, embracing her loosely.

---

"Okay, so we're living in England this time, that means that when the wedding comes round everyone can find their own transport instead of me having to pick them all up." they were going to pick up Amelia in 2 days, but still needed to plan their forthcoming remarriage. They had already picked up everything they needed and moved into their house, so those two things were all that was left to do.

"I quite fancy wearing a kilt at our wedding."

The Doctor looked up from his notes at the Master, "Why would you want to wear a kilt?"

"I've always liked the idea of one, and I've always wanted to see if the rumour about having no underwear underneath is true. I could just tell our guests who don't know I'm an alien something like 'my dad was Scottish'."

"You can wear a kilt with no underwear on our wedding night, got it?"

"Yes, mum, I'll do as I'm told mum, I'll never put a toaster in the bath again mum."

The Doctor chuckled, "said the white-bread to the wholemeal."

"What about 50/50 bread?"

"50/50 is an abomination to breads and baked goods everywhere. Or anything that's ever been in some kind of oven, if you're looking to generalize things."

"Something must be terribly wrong; it's only been you rambling before, now I'm joining in."

"Think we should go meet the neighbours?"

"What could that possibly accomplish?"

"Oh c'mon, even you have to admit you know very few people, and you need to learn to socialize."

"Oh, alright, but I still don't see the point in it. Actually, on second thought, you can go socialize, you and I both know you're worse than I am in that department."

"Fine, but you can come out whenever you like."

He went outside, and was greeted by a man tidying up a van. "'Bloomin' Lovely'?" he read off the side of the van.

The man nodded, "My wife's florist, she runs it n'all, but guess who has to do the heavy lifting?"

The Doctor chuckled, "I wouldn't ever imagine that plants and flowers are very heavy."

"They are when you're married to Gita, mate," he put the plants down and greeted him properly, "Sorry, introductions; I'm Harresh Chandra,"

"John Smith, just moved here," and he nudged his head in the direction of his house.

Gita seemed to suddenly materialize beside her husband. Or she could just be a very fast woman, the Doctor couldn't be sure, "Who's this love?"

"John Smith, just moved in across the road."

"Ah, it's Doctor, and you must be Gita," he shook her hand, "Your name came up in conversation."

"Well, if you ever need a florist, you just call Bloomin' Lovely!"

"I think I will. Actually, I'm going to be in need of some flowers soon, I'm engaged."

"Oh, congratulations! Who's the lucky…?"

"Bloke, and he's in the house looking after our dog. He'll come out when he's ready, he's just not the socializing type."

"Doctor!" he looked behind him to find Sarah-Jane standing there, gawping.

"Oh, so that's why the name of this road seemed familiar. Hello!" and he pulled her in for a hug, while the two behind them were especially confused.

Sarah-Jane pulled back first, "We have to catch up! Jack warned me you were moving here, by the way."

"Then why were you so shocked when you saw me?"

"Because: you're my friend who rarely turns up when and where he's supposed to."

"Fair point,"

"Thought I'd let To'mfa get some fresh air," the Master was there, one hand in his pocket while the other clasped To'mfa's leash.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd turn up; everyone seems to be popping up out of nowhere in front of me today."

To'mfa went up to the back of the van and sniffed its' contents, then proceeded to gobble up some houseplants, "No, To'mfa! Those aren't for eating!" the dog backed away from the van obediently.

"Mum, have you seen my headphones?" Luke had come out of the house, and was jumped upon by To'mfa, "Hello!" Luke said, scratching the animal behind it's' ears, "Haven't seen you in a while."

The Doctor grinned, "To'mfa, down. I'm sure the boy doesn't need his face licked off." To'mfa obediently backed off of Luke.

"Well, that tricolour dog there is To'mfa as I'm sure you're all aware by now, this gorgeous bloke here – Mark – is my hubby to be, and it's been nice meeting you all."

Chapter Five - Amazing and Marvellous

(Whispering is in the squarey brackets [ ], thoughts are in italics. Mr Smith's dialogue is in bold)

"It's amazing; ancient and run-down, but amazing all the same. When was the last time you had a girl's touch in this place?" Amelia said, running her hand along the corridor wall as they walked.

"It's not simply 'this place'. This wonderful ship of mine is sentient, alive. This is the TARDIS, and TARDISes were grown, not built. TARDIS stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space."

"Amazing; you know everything and the TARDIS and yet you failed the driving test. And the exams to get to the driving test." The Master said, smirking.

"How did you get the TARDIS if you're not licensed to drive it?" Amelia said quizzically.

"He stole it."

"Borrowed, Master, borrowed. I borrowed it from the repair station."

"Yes, and never returned it. You never borrowed it, you stole it."

"Fine, whatever, but I did it fair and square."

"Are you two always like this?"

"More or less."

Amelia inhaled nervously, "Didn't Mr Harkness say something about a day out?"

"Ah yes. First we'd like to visit another old friend of ours."

---

"Hello! Didn't expect to see you two so soon; and who is this?"

Amelia studied the woman with curious eyes. "You're old."

"She's called Amelia Pond, she's our potential foster child," the Doctor said to her "[very young and very cynical.]"

"Well, Amelia," Sarah-Jane said "would you like to see the attic?"

"Why the attic? Why go to the top of the house first?"

"Oh, there are some marvellous things in my attic."

---

"Hello, Sarah-Jane."

"Hello, Mr Smith. Right, I'm going to put the kettle on."

"I'll join you," the Master said, following her out of the attic while Amelia stood there transfixed and gawping at the wondrous machine before her.

"What are you?" Amelia asked.

"I am Mr Smith, a sentient Zygon computer. Who are you, may I ask?"

"Amelia; Amelia Pond. What are you doing built into a chimney?"

"I am here to protect the planet from invasion forces and near-apocalyptic events, things like those. It is how Sarah-Jane programmed me."

"So, you're programmed? And yet you're capable of free thought."

The Doctor enjoyed the conversation between Amelia and the Zygon immensely, because it showed she was very intelligent for one so young… and not afraid of talking alien computers, considering she'd just encountered the TARDIS moments before.

---

"You wouldn't have just followed me down here for the prospect of tea; there's something on your mind."

"…I need someone to talk to about it, someone who knows me and the Doctor more than Jack or Martha, and you're the perfect person."

"What's the problem?"

"I would have hoped a child would bring us closer – you know about the recent trouble we've had as a couple – but it doesn't seem to be working. He seems to want to keep his mind off the subject, even when it's staring him in the face."

"Well, you know admitting his love was one of the hardest decisions he's ever faced, adopting a pet even more so. Perhaps you should just bring out a whopper of a challenge and see his reaction."

They heard the clods of feet coming down the stairs, and the Doctor came in with Amelia in his arms, her arms around his neck, "You two make the tea yet? I couldn't smell any teabags."

They (Sarah-Jane and the Master) both looked down at the empty teacups she'd laid out, "Sorry, guess we got side-tracked chatting," and she began to sort out the tea situation.

"Chatting about what?" the Doctor narrowed his eyes jokingly, a small smile on his lips.

"Oh, what you've been up to these past few months, and I suggested you should stay for your tea," she lied, winking at the Time Lord next to her when she thought the other wasn't looking.

"Oh, that's a brilliant idea," he looked at Amelia, who had fallen asleep in his arms due to the long conversation she'd had with the Zygon. He smiled adoringly then, bringing her hair out of her face, and the Master felt a spark of hope that they really could be a family, that the Doctor wouldn't be unhappy with the idea of adoption forever. That they might have bonded, or that he had seen something in her that he valued. It meant hope, and he'd had so little of that emotion lately.

"Where's that pet of yours? To'mfa's his name, isn't it?"

"Yep, Jack's pet-sitting for us."

"You can put Amelia in Luke's room; he's only here in the holidays."

So Amelia was left to sleep, and the adults ate and conversed over platefuls of spaghetti.

Sarah-Jane left to wash up, so the two men were left alone at the table.

"What's on your mind?"

"Why does everyone always assume there's something on my mind?"

"Because there usually is,"

"…Do you still love me?"

The Doctor looked horrified, "Why would you ask such a question? I love you and always will, you know that!"

"Well I haven't quite known it the past few months, can you blame me? We've become so torn apart…"

"We became so torn apart, we're fine now."

"Are we? When I first suggested another try at adoption, I just needed something to fill the void that Matthew left in my hearts. Then you decided against it and let us fall apart, and I wanted it because I thought it would bring us back together, but it hasn't. I know its early days yet, but it hasn't worked and I'm worried for our future. You can't look me in the eye even now! Because you don't like to hear the truth when someone tells it to you straight, and I'm sorry but it would just destroy us more if these things weren't said."

The Master hadn't even noticed he'd zoned out during his rant, but when he zoned back in the Doctor was looking him in the eye and he was crying. He (the Doctor) grabbed him and clung to him tightly, hugging all the air out of his lungs. He sobbed and repeated "I'm sorry!" over and over amidst the rolling tears. The Master held him as he poured his hearts out, crying along with him.

"You don't have to be sorry." His face was serious, despite being damp, looking off into nowhere with pain in his eyes; pain at his love's pain. He was incredibly grateful to Sarah-Jane for keeping out of their way at that time.

"You know the food was just a ploy so we could talk. Wasn't my idea, but it worked. Jack had an idea as well, but you may not like it since I've already initiated phase one of the plan."

"And that is…?"

"Divorce. I got us a divorce."

The Doctor promptly went white as a sheet.

"Remember when you were in the infirmary and I was in the library, on Valentine's Day? I wasn't in the library. I parked us on Diligo-Ortus and told Rayray and Sraexoa we were splitting up."

"But…? Why would you do that if there was still hope?"

"So we could remarry," the man in front of him just gave him a confused look, "Remember that Simpsons episode wherein Homer worries about his marriage and so gets a divorce so they can get married with a proper wedding?" he got a nod in reply, "Well, Jack's idea was much the same. Get a divorce and then get married properly."

"We were already married properly."

"We can always remarry on Diligo-Ortus if we want to, but I was thinking that first we could be wed on a planet that you cherish even more than you ever did Gallifrey," he got a confused stare yet again, "Oh, you daft man, we're going to remarry on Earth. We might as well if we're going to adopt, make at least one thing in our fake human lives a reality."

The Doctor had the biggest beaming smile anyone had ever seen on him, and the tears he was crying were now tears of joy, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, I love you. And despite what I've said about Earth in the past, I don't mind it much anymore."

And they hugged, true love intertwined in its simplest form. Then, and only then, the universe shed a tear. And it was happy.

Chapter Four - Say Hello

"Okay, I've sorted out all the paperwork, no need to thank me."

"Skip the small talk Jack, just tell us about this kid." the Master said, scowling.

"Well, you're in good ol' familiar English territory this time, a village called Leadworth. Poor kid lost her parents to unknown causes when she was a baby, and her aunt cared for her after that."

"And…?"

"Her aunt disappeared over a year ago, we assume she ran off to start a new life without her young niece in tow. Her name's Amelia Pond. Ginger and Scottish, a combination I thought our Doctor here might like."

"Amelia Pond. Like a name in a fairy-tale," the Doctor smiled "can we see her now?"

"Yeah, just through here," Jack opened the door and let them pass "Amelia? I got you some potential parents here. You be nice to them."

An awkward silence followed, "So? I guess you're Amelia."

"Yeah, and you're both blokes."

"Yes, but we're happily married and love each other."

"Yeah, guess you're still better than any of the other interviews I've already had."

The Doctor sat cross-legged to be at eye level with her "What do you think about all of this?"

Amelia sighed, "Mr Harkness said I should said hello when I meet my new parents, but I don't see the point in formalities if they're going to be my new parents."

The Doctor grinned, "Very intelligent for someone so young, seven years old? What's that you've got in your hand?"

Amelia flinched as his hand went towards it, but then brought it forward, "It's an apple. My mother always carved smiles into them when I was a baby, apparently."

"That's nice," he smiled, "you know, Mr Harkness is an old friend of ours, and he said we can go on a day out to get acquainted. Would you like that?"

"Make a change from staying in this place all the time."

---

"First, we'd like to introduce you to our home." the Master said.

"It's a blue box."

The Doctor revealed a pout, "Oh, it's so much more than that. Take a peek inside."

Amelia popped her head in and then pulled it out, "What is it - smoke and mirrors?"

The Master chuckled, "Alright, something is seriously wrong, even I miss the old 'it's bigger on the inside' routine right now!"

A snap of the Doctor's fingers, and the doors flew wide open, "Would you like to see the rest, Amelia? Because there's so much more."

Chapter Three - Decision

"I think waking up to you is the best thing to wake up to." the Master said with a light smile.

"What's the second best thing?"

"You – covered in chocolate."

"That's still me."

"Ah yes; but with something sweet for me to lick off you."

"Yep, I imagine that would be fun."

A sudden frown appeared on the Master's face.

"What is it?"

"What's what?" the Master said, not looking him in the eye.

"Koschei, you just went from flirtatious to moody in no seconds flat, you've got me worried. Answer my question."

"How are you now on the whole adoption thing?"

"I guess I did overreact a bit…" the Doctor said sheepishly.

"Yeah, just a bit. Seriously, it's your decision and I'm willing to wait."

"…I think I might be okay with it. I'm just scared we're going to get hurt again… You really bonded with Matt and then we lost him, if there's going to be a repeat of that situation I don't know how we'll end up."

"It won't be like that. Jack says he'll make sure all possible solutions to a child's unfortunate situation are fully looked at so we don't have anything like another 'saint godmother' turning up out of thin air." he [the Master] said reassuringly.

"…Okay, you've persuaded me. But if it all goes awry, on your head be it!" he said, ruffling the Master's hair.

"Doctor, I can promise you that nothing will go wrong. And if it does you can give me the forty lashes!"

"Ooh, kinky! I might just hold you that, but maybe not if something goes wrong."

"I think I'm a bad influence on you."

"Yes, and don't I know it! Think we should share the big news with Jack?"

"Perhaps we should get dressed first."

Chapter Two - Valentine's Day

(Written for and posted on Valentine's Day 2011. It's still part of the storyline :D)



"What's so great about ol' Saint Val? Did he eradicate viruses, rescue doomed civilizations? Was he even a great lover? I mean, he had to be if this day for romance is named after him."


"I met the bloke, cheated me out of a sausage roll," the Doctor said.


"How'd he cheat you out of it? How'd you even come by the sausage roll in the first place?"


"I found it all wrapped up in my pocket, and the game was 'love poker'… he wasn't very clear on the rules, I just imagine that he loved that sausage roll."


"Nice to see you two have an easy conversation. Don't get much of that from you two these days."


"It's a story about some lovey-dovey saint supposedly nicking a meat pastry from our gallant Doctor here. I think we could find much worse things to talk about, but right now all this talk of food is making me hungry," and so the Master left the Console Room.


"Valentine's Day tomorrow…" Jack said awkwardly.


"And…?"


"And, have you got anything planned? If you still want to be with that crazy-ass in the kitchen, tomorrow is the perfect day to make the effort."


"I make the effort!"


"When was the last time you kissed him, or hugged him, or told him you love him? 'Cause you two ain't done any of that in a long while."


The Doctor looked decidedly upset. Jack was right, their relationship had virtually died. But when was he ever one to go along with death? He'd make the effort. He'd make it tomorrow.

---

Breakfast the next morning was eaten in silence. It was clear nobody wanted to do something about the occasion at hand. Not yet.


Everyone stayed in separate rooms for the rest of the day. The Doctor in the infirmary, the Master in the library, Jack… he was somewhere, although quite where we'll never know. He'll probably turn up where we can find him later.


The Doctor was leaning over a countertop with his hands clinging to the edge. A sudden feeling of unknown arms encircling him from behind had him taken aback. He quickly realized who was holding him.


"I thought you said you'd be in the library all day… and all night too, as I recall."


"I thought you said you'd be sorting out all the medical stuff in here. Guess we're both liars, seeing as you've probably been here in the same position all day."


"…It gave me time to think. I needed to think, sort my head out. You'd think I'd have done it already, with a brilliant mind like mine."


"You're not just a brilliant mind, I've always admired your arse." A gentle squeeze of said arse.


"Would I be right in saying you're flirting with me?"


"Oh, I'm hoping this is going to be very much more than flirting. Fair do's, but we are married."


"Yes, but you don't have to disrupt my work."


A marvellous pout, "Oh, but we both know that you've never been working all day today. Thinking, you said.


"Fine, you don't have to disrupt my train of thought."


"What were you thinking about, may I ask?"


"You already know, Koschei" a scowl.


"…"


A sigh, "Us; I was thinking about us… and if we still have a future."


The Master's body pressed up against his from behind, "Theta, surely my actions since I got here are some indication of the future."


"No there not, they're just an indication of you being horny. I want a future for, do you? Do you still love me?"


"An answer for an answer."


"Yes, I love you, so very much Koschei. Do you love me?"


"In all honesty, I don't know anymore. I think I do, but I'm confused. I can tell you want it to be more than just sex."


"It's always been more than just sex with us! Why is now any different?" another sigh, "go to your room and go to sleep. Meanwhile I'll decide whether I want to surprised you or not."


"Surprise me…?"


"Just go, Koschei. And go to sleep, I might be there when you wake up - might."


The prospect of waking up to see his lover spurred him out.

---

He woke 2 hours later to find an extremely grumpy Doctor sitting down cross-legged at the edge of his bed.


"I didn't say I'd be smiling."


"Why aren't you smiling?"


"I'm unsure of you. Because you're unsure of our relationship."


"I'm not unsure… just confused."


"Do you want a divorce?"


"What!"


"-because I'm sure we can get one! I wont halt your decision."


"I don't want a divorce!"


"Then WHAT do you want!"


"I DON'T KNOW!"


"WELL LUCKY I DO THEN!"


And suddenly they were a tangle of wandering limbs, their mouths locked together. The Master was in bliss. The Doctor, really kissing him after so long!His Doctor, his Theta, only his.


As suddenly as it had started, it stopped, and the Doctor pulled away, "Happy Valentines Day, love."


"If I get a snog on V-Day I'd love to see what I'll get when Easter comes round. I've always had a fantasy of you dressed as a playboy bunny, laying in a sea of chocolate eggs…"


"That's doable. That's completely doable;" Another wonderful kiss.


"Right now I think one of us is doable. Who's going to be doing who?" the Master's seductive smirk showed through.


The Doctor now looked upset, "I neglected you Koschei, I neglected our relationship, so much that we nearly forgot all that we have! …I don't feel like sex right now, can we just cuddle?"


Roles reversed, and the Master had him pinned down under him. "When will you feel like it, Theta? because I've been waiting months for us to be together in the same bed again."


The Master lustful glare, despite the Doctor's earlier words, had him turned on. Allot.


The Master began to suck and nibble his neck, leaving him breathless. Then he pulled back, "God bless ol' Saint Val!"


The Doctor got his breath back and chuckled, "He can steal a pasty from me any time he likes!"

Chapter One - New Beginning

"We're cornered…" the Master said, a smirk gracing his lips, "And you wanted to take a holiday from this kind of thing!"

"Can you really blame me? We're both run ragged, I wanted to allow us some respite." the Doctor said, pouting.

"Did you really have to choose the only holiday home in this solar system that's run by the carnivorous bellhops from the planet flesh-eating travel lodge!" his mate said, dodging another bunch of claws with ease.

"Perhaps in hindsight I should have checked the news broadcasts in this area, perhaps in hindsight I should have brought something to fight them off, and perhaps in hindsight you should have remembered to pack my hair gel for me!"

"What'd you mean? It's your hair, it's your responsibility! Can't you live without your oh-so-precious hair products for a week?"

"No! My head feels naked!"

Suddenly from above, a shout came out "Hey! Mutated scum, chew on this!" a slab of meat was flung down to the carnivores, and quickly jumped upon. Perhaps they should have noticed that the meat man had a big load of netting with him; He jumped down and, while the carnivores were all huddled up together above their supper, captured and subdued them.

Jack turned to his two squabbling friends, "What the hell is wrong with you two? You could have been eaten alive!"

"Yes, but we weren't…" the Doctor said, looking down at his shoes like his mate.

"This time; Think what would have happened if I hadn't found a net, or a butcher's down the road."

Four feet were shuffled nervously; four eyes still looked down ashamedly.

Jack frowned, "What's up with you two? Half the time you're arguing, the other half I never see you together anymore!"

---

The walk back to the TARDIS was drowned in silence, the atmosphere like silly putty; you could try to reshape it but it would just snap back into place eventually. Attempt at starting conversation would yield very little success, they all knew. One man on either side of Jack, something he'd normally love; if it was a better situation. Striding on, waiting for the famous blue police box to come into view, all three men keeping themselves to themselves for the time being.

A snap of the Doctor's fingers; the TARDIS opened her doors obediently for her pilot, sensing the conflict hanging in the air.

The entry into the vortex of time was made in silence, as was the flight. They were all aware of the loud voices of the things left unsaid, the noise of the things on their minds.

For the TARDIS, it was that she did not want her pilot to lose his mate; he surely would if they all carried on like this.

For the Doctor, it was that his mate seemed to be losing interest in him, leaving the room when he entered it, not talking to him, and when they talked they only argued. It always left him tired and confused, he didn't want a repeat of the rivalry they had once had.

For the Master, it was that it felt like his mate was pushing him away, and he didn't like it; didn't want it, hated it even. He wanted them to go back to how they were, when the words 'I love you' weren't words that very rarely left their lips, when they were happy with each other, when they laughed and loved and everything in between. When the Doctor thought like trying for adoption again wasn't a bad idea.

For Jack, it was that his two best friends were destroying their relationship, and that they has sent Matthew home temporarily to save him the absurdity of what were then the pointlessly argumentative months to come. That Matthew knew very little of the problems facing his former foster parents, despite having the right to know. The look in his eyes as he'd had to say goodbye, like he was a little boy again, at the time when they'd all found out he wasn't going to live with the Doctor and the Master because it had been discovered he had godparents. The young crying boy had grown into the young tearful man.

The silence was deafening, it was so quiet. Nobody spoke for fear of causing some kind of uproar within the confines of the console room. Time went by slowly, nobody really wanting to do anything.

"Anybody for a cuppa…? I think I'll make myself one." the Doctor, spouting a one-sided conversation for the sake of a one-sided conversation, lest the silence take any more of their sanity.

An Introduction to 'The Universe's Tears' series.

This is the blog for my Doctor Who fanfiction series 'The Universe's Tears'. The first in the series is not my own, but I'm online friends with the author and she's letting me writing the sequel to her fiction 'Out of Death'. The sequel is called 'Still Life', and I'm thinking of creating a small mini-threequel or two when I'm finished with it.
Out of Death can be found at this link http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5919696/1/Out_of_Death PLEASE READ OoD FIRST OR MY CONTINUATION WILL MAKE HARDLY ANY SENSE.

This is the story of what could have happened if the Master had lived after the Time Lords were sent back into the Time Lock in EoT (well, the first fic is, the sequel I'm writing is about the two Time Lords' ongoing relationship with the both of them and the child they adopt, as well as the brilliant mind-blowing plot I've devised.).

Expect scenes of a confusing nature... the plot is very confusing to the reader, I understand it completely. I haven't got to the main plot or even the little sub-plot yet because I'm getting most everything else out of the way first. But it'll get there eventually. This blog is for the unposted chapters as much as the posted chapters on FF.NET, because I have a sort of schedule in my postings there but here everything can roam freely because I've made sure it's very hard for my readers on FF.NET or anywhere else to find this.

So, I'm going to put up all the finished chapters on here now. It'll give me a chance to get acquainted with the submissions system.