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And I Will Sing a Lullaby ('Sun' entry)
Title: 'And I Will Sing a Lullaby'
Rating: G
Genre: Angst/Missing Scene
Word Count: 323
Pairings or Characters: The Master (unspecified); mentions of the Eleventh Doctor, Amy, Rory, River, and Canton Everett Delaware, III
Spoilers: Takes place during 'The Impossible Astronaut'
Warnings: None
Summary: So this was what had brought him to this Hellforsaken spot. The universe itself was in mourning.
He felt it then, without warning. Felt a pain reverberating through the space-time continuum. A dreadful, nameless ache. A hollowness, a gash across his soul, piercing both hearts. It took a moment for him to identify the emotion that was overpowering his very psyche.
Grief, it was.
Something had happened. Something impossible.
Something wrong.
Following the traces led him to a bluff overlooking a lake somewhere on Earth. Utah, he thought--though his scornful attitude toward this little rock had never led him to pay too much attention to anything so trivial.
The sun had sunk low in the sky, dipping below a rocky horizon. A small group of humans stood watching, oblivious to his presence, as a boat burned on the lake's surface.
On that boat--but, no...it couldn't be...it was impossible...
My best enemy...
So this was what had brought him to this Hellforsaken spot. The universe itself was in mourning.
In mourning for the Doctor. Dead and gone, past any chance to regenerate.
Bitter sorrow enfolded him as he bore silent witness to this most dreaded occurrence. The universe would be so, so hollow.
So...pointless.
For how could there be a point, with no more battles of wits, no sly/idiotic maneuvering in the eternal game?
The game was at an end. The ultimate Stalemate.
"Good night, sweet prince," he murmured, hardly aware that the words were leaving his mouth. "And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
Before the humans could turn and note his presence, the Master turned away, slipping through a door into the rock that his TARDIS had disguised itself to resemble.
Behind him, the barren desert landscape was awash in darkness. The sun had set.
It felt as though it would never rise again.
Once, there was a way to get back homeward
Once, there was a way to get back home
Sleep, pretty darling--do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
~*~ The Beatles
'Golden Slumbers'
Rating: G
Genre: Angst/Missing Scene
Word Count: 323
Pairings or Characters: The Master (unspecified); mentions of the Eleventh Doctor, Amy, Rory, River, and Canton Everett Delaware, III
Spoilers: Takes place during 'The Impossible Astronaut'
Warnings: None
Summary: So this was what had brought him to this Hellforsaken spot. The universe itself was in mourning.
He felt it then, without warning. Felt a pain reverberating through the space-time continuum. A dreadful, nameless ache. A hollowness, a gash across his soul, piercing both hearts. It took a moment for him to identify the emotion that was overpowering his very psyche.
Grief, it was.
Something had happened. Something impossible.
Something wrong.
Following the traces led him to a bluff overlooking a lake somewhere on Earth. Utah, he thought--though his scornful attitude toward this little rock had never led him to pay too much attention to anything so trivial.
The sun had sunk low in the sky, dipping below a rocky horizon. A small group of humans stood watching, oblivious to his presence, as a boat burned on the lake's surface.
On that boat--but, no...it couldn't be...it was impossible...
My best enemy...
So this was what had brought him to this Hellforsaken spot. The universe itself was in mourning.
In mourning for the Doctor. Dead and gone, past any chance to regenerate.
Bitter sorrow enfolded him as he bore silent witness to this most dreaded occurrence. The universe would be so, so hollow.
So...pointless.
For how could there be a point, with no more battles of wits, no sly/idiotic maneuvering in the eternal game?
The game was at an end. The ultimate Stalemate.
"Good night, sweet prince," he murmured, hardly aware that the words were leaving his mouth. "And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
Before the humans could turn and note his presence, the Master turned away, slipping through a door into the rock that his TARDIS had disguised itself to resemble.
Behind him, the barren desert landscape was awash in darkness. The sun had set.
It felt as though it would never rise again.
Once, there was a way to get back home
Sleep, pretty darling--do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
~*~ The Beatles
'Golden Slumbers'
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I never would have thought of that, that the Master would know the Doctor had died. But it makes perfect sense.
Beautifully written, lyrical.
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♥
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Thanks again! ♥ So glad you liked it!
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Yes, it makes sense that they should and the Doctor and Master have been so tangled up with each other for so long, so it seems them must. :)
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(Shouldn't you be in bed, lol?)
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And I just realized we both did Utah! :D
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Lol, hell of a coincidence, that! I was originally going to do the one that became 'Sunstone', with River in Berlin, so we almost both did Rivercentric for this, too!
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*giggles* Yyyyyyyyyyyyeah, that sounds extremely, uhm...dangerous. ^.^
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