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[schmirius]

lucy saxon brings the master back to life because she hates him and has figured out, through her own course of psych treatment, a pretty good idea of what kind of meds will make him *more* miserable

she’s on house arrest and feeling better from her s3 nihilism and the master has to like. live in her shitty enormous walk-in closet, floridly psychotic as you please. when the doctor starts fucking things up she lets him come down a bit, and he pretty much can’t believe it, as he recedes into his normal simm!master manic state -- that the doctor’s doing plays right from *his* playbook? and that he should be around to see it start fucking up??

when ten’s up to, is ten is riding the end of his Waters of Mars i-am-as-a-god high and really getting to work fixing all the time war shit he had previously been unable to fix because he’d buried his emotions about it all down deep enough to become the walking coping mechanism that is tennant!doctor. he’d been riding this fine line of being slightly more responsible than dickish in most situations and hewing to the laws of reality but reality is trying to fuck with him now -- adelaide brook’s needless, willful suicide! -- and he is going to fuck it right back. he’s been zooming around fixing like, battles that left entire timelines slightly out of sync with reality and other such zany sci-fi shit, and really what he wants to do *next* is bring back gallifrey. like he desperately, desperately needs the artifacts there, not so much the people, but he’s going to get the people while he’s grabbing the artifacts so fuck it, his will is stronger than theirs right now, fuck it all, this is big but it’s worth it, [nervous, slightly desperate bubbling giggles to himself at the tardis helm]

meanwhile with ten -- beyond his cosmic tinkering -- as it turns out, donna’s doctor-induced amnesia isn’t working as well as sorrowful dutiful crying-in-the-rain ten had hoped. he keeps popping back to earth to check on her because she is a really, really tangible loose end/undesired consequence of someone exercising their moral will that he can Fix and still tell himself he’s doing it for the sake of friendship and humanism and all that kind of jazz. what’s slowly taking place is that he’s pulling what lucy’s been pulling on the master on donna -- just kind of fucking around with her brain for his own ends and shits and giggles, making sure she’s becoming this flanderized version of original runaway bride!donna and more and more wretchedly trapped in her own head as her experiences that make her who she is keep coming back and making things inconvenient for him. where lucy straight-up admits she’s fucking with the master’s sense of reality as suffering and recompense, ten still maintains this is ‘kinder’ and does the he’s-so-sorry routine every time he mindwipes her a little worse.

cue rewritten end of time adventures.

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#i wish i had been able to do this rewrite ten years ago when it first got to me #perhaps i will make it my problem as school draws to a close #(the two are connected; see next reblog) #i wish i'd been able to write anything when i wanted to be able to write anything #the next two weeks are about to be high octane weeping as i try to string together enough paragraphs to scrape up three (3) c minuses