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Broken Friends - "Down" entry
Title: Broken Friends
Rating: G
Word Count: 498 words
Pairings or Characters: 10th Doctor and the Master (John Simm)
Spoilers: “Last of the Time Lords” (Simm’s first death)
Warnings: N/A
Additional Information: In this I will be taking on the perspective of the Doctor in this entry.
Summary: Two of the best friends in the universe, but everything went downhill somehow.As the I held the Master in his arms, I thought of our times together on Gallifrey. Before all this had happened.
How could he do this to me? He can’t leave me alone in the universe again. Carrying pain no human would or could understand. He had always been my best friend, I loved him as a brother. We were best friends at one point, when we were at the academy. In the old days we’d play all day, every day in the fields of Gallifrey. We’d talk about stuff that normal boys would talk about. School, life, sometimes even girls but that was mainly me ranting about the President’s daughter.
I told him to regenerate, but he didn’t. He said something along the lines that he hated me and that broke my hearts. I couldn’t stop crying. I was losing my best friend, again.
I remember the first time I saw him after he looked into the Time Vortex. His eyes were bloodshot, full of confusion, wonder, and rage but that never bothered me. Should it? Our friendship was gold, unbreakable. Mother used to yell at me because I stayed out to long talking to him. Also when we pranked our teacher, but that’s a different story.
I looked at him, my eyes begging for him to regenerate, but he wouldn’t. I shouted at him, but he still wouldn’t listen.
WHY!?! Why won’t you renerate!?! Please, don’t leave me here alone, Master! You are the only Time Lord left! And as much as I love the human race, I need someone who can relate to me. Someone I know, inside and out. No matter how many times you have stabbed me in the back I’ll forgive you! Why won’t you let me take care of you!?! Why don’t you stay with me? Do all those times together on Gallifrey mean nothing to you? Our bond meant the world to me, even if didn’t mean that much to you, Master. How did our friendship go downhill? How did it become so broken? I'd be willing to do anything to make you understand why I need you.
He asked me about the drumbeats, but I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say to the friend who hated me for no reason. It rattles my brain, rips my hearts, and shreds my sanity to ribbons.
Master, don’t go.
I saw his eyes close and I died inside. I could do nothing but stare at his limp body in my arms. I did the only thing my Time Lord body would let me do. Pulled him closer and rocked him, like a child that had a nightmare. The very thing I was having. I was so mad at him for not regenerating and me for not being able to change his mind. I let out my anger and sorrow in my sobs.
It’s over. He’s gone forever. I’ll never see my best friend alive, again. What did I do wrong?
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*HUGS*
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Thank you! I thought since I posted my entry REALLY late nobody would read it. Thank you so much for proving my thought wrong!
*HUGS AGAIN*
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Thanks for making my day, today!! :D (I love comments) :)
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Aww, you are quite welcome! My pleasure! (Hee!! We all love comments - you are in good company, m'dear!)
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I like the friendship between the two. I wish the series explored it more. The adventures they had together would be amazing stories!
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People rarely explore the Doctor's formative years. His childhood remains a mystery. I'd enjoy reading about it. Especially his past friendships.
You're welcome! :D ♥
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*Stands on a chair*
Oh Chris Chibnall!! (I think that's the new writer) We've got ideas! Come and make them a reality! :)
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*hands you a megaphone and begins to chant*
I'll make posters and start a Twitter campaign or something.
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