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Fifth, Tenth Doctors and the MasterI just watch one of the ancient episodes with the Fifth Doctor and the Master and I was surprised how much this Doctor is tough with the Master. So I imagined those few lines.
-Help me, Doctor!
Fifth Doctor :
Tenth Doctor :
-My poor baby, you wounded yourself with the knife you intended to cut my throat off. Let me give a sweet kiss on it.
-Go away ! Leave me alone!
Why me ?-Why me ?
Now that he knows the reason why he had that noise inside his head for his all life, he wonders himself every days. Today he asks the question to the Doctor, while they're both sitting on the top of Mount Uluru.
-I think we can't really know it, but I have an idea. They needed someone very sensitive. A child with a mind they could easily enter in. Do you remember Koschei?
-That weak and whining kid, answers the Master with contempt tone.
-No, I speak about that fragile and sensitive child. And proud, too proud to try to avoid the test, too proud to run away.
-He doesn't exist anymore now. Better like this.
-Oh, I don't think so. I think he is always here. He had been here all the time. Koschei has always acted to stop the Master. He has constantly jams the machinery. Otherwise how can you explain that, that brilliant intelligence has always failed his plans?
Right after, the doctor reaches to the TARDIS, who was not so far.
Arms crossed on the knees, the chin resti
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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