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dreamtofbeing: David Tennant in front of an outdoors commercial/airport background. Looking down. (green shirt)
The Royal Marsden hospital with its tasteful interiors and its panoramic views of central London tries visibly hard to make its patients feel cared for by the best specialists in the country. It's what all the brochures said, a stack of leaflets insisting that if you wanted to breeze through your treatment like you would through a holiday cruise in the Caribbean, all you had to do was check yourself into the oncology department of London's finest cancer hospital.

Sitting in a chair in the fourth floor patient common room of this posh establishment . . . )
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WARNING: This thread contains descriptions of past abuse and a fictional character's PTSD triggers, as well as his reaction to them.

The Torchwood Hub is a big place, and at night, it can feel more than a little like a haunted castle.

This isn't the first time the Doctor has thought this. )
dreamtofbeing: David Tennant walking towards the camera, turned sideways. Wearing aviators. (aviators)
There are quite a few hospitals scattered across the greater Cardiff area, and voluntarily or not, the Doctor knows most of them. He's been a patient in the three most central ones, and has been to most of the ones in more outlying regions, either for outpatient care or to visit somebody. So when he received a three-am-phone call from Spire Hospital earlier that night, the shrill ring of the telephone jerking both him and the Master awake, it took him a few moments to figure out that apparently, there is a hospital in Cardiff that had so far evaded his attention.

The reasons for his ignorance became clear . . . )
dreamtofbeing: David Tennant walking towards the camera, turned sideways. Wearing aviators. (aviators)
It's raining.

Usually, the Doctor doesn't mind the rain so much. Granted, this is less by choice and more by necessity, since living in Cardiff and hating the rain would lead to a very miserable existence indeed. However, he's got used to it; has even learned to appreciate the soft, calming atmosphere of lying in bed and listening to the sound of raindrops pattering against the bedroom window.

Right now, though, he's not lying in bed. )

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Nov. 16th, 2009 11:52 pm
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The Doctor is drunk.

He hadn't quite realized this until the Master had shown up at his apartment, wanting to drop off some paperwork, and had started to drop some dry remarks. The Doctor had protested--he wasn't drunk, he hadn't meant to get drunk. He'd had a glass of wine, no more than two, maybe. But as he had followed the Master's dry sideglance at the bottle, he'd seen that it actually was mostly empty. He's still not quite sure how that happened.

He doesn't really care right now, though. The Master refused to stop his taunting, invading the Doctor's personal space, and at some point, the Doctor lost his patience. They had ended up on the couch, the Doctor straddling the Master's lap, kissing the other man and touching him, his hands under the Master's shirt running over smooth, warm skin. A sudden desire had washed through him--to claim the Master, to own him, make him his. When he'd told the Master as much, the other man had seemed intrigued by the idea.

They're in the bedroom now. The Doctor followed the Master from the living room and is now leaning in the doorway, watching, arms crossed as his heart beats in his chest and his erection strains against the fabric of his jeans. The Master stands before him, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. There's a red bitemark on the side of his neck, and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone.

The Doctor licks his lips. "Take your clothes off."
dreamtofbeing: David as Peter Carlisle in Blackpool. Drinking coffee and peering over the rim of his mug. (coffee break)
The mun got bored, so she drew something. Nothing fancy, just a quick sketch--a black-and-white version, and a look-I-can-add-colors-in-the-GIMP version.

Sleeping on the sofa will give you neck cramps. )
dreamtofbeing: Close crop of David Tennan't face. He's looking up into negative space in the icon's top left corner. (i used to travel)
6,500 words--in a crisis, the Doctor forgets that he's human and vulnerable.

This is set in a verse where the Doctor is rooming with [livejournal.com profile] gothgivenpowers in a flat in Washington, D.C.. I wrote this a while ago and never posted it. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] mind_the_tardis for looking it over and letting me borrow her OC. The fic was inspired by a prompt from [livejournal.com profile] daphnie_1.


Insurance )
dreamtofbeing: Close crop of David Tennant's face. His eyes are downcast, and he's wearing glasses. (thinky glasses)
For [livejournal.com profile] dntfretprecious--a response to a meme I posted on my personal journal.

This is the letter the Doctor wrote to the Master as a first way of re-establishing contact after the Doctor gave up trying to help the Master adjust to being human. The Doctor wrote it about a year after moving to Washington DC, and wasn't really sure if he even wanted to post it. He put it in a stamped envelope with the Master's address on it and left it lying around, secretly hoping that someone would mail it and take the decision from him. As it was, the letter was eventually scooped up by Lu and mailed together with a bunch of other stuff.


What it says. )
dreamtofbeing: Close crop of David Tennant's face. His eyes are downcast, and he's wearing glasses. (thinky glasses)
More playing around in the human!verse. The Master and the Doctor are both human, living in Cardiff respectively Washington DC, both under close observation of Torchwood. The title is a reference to Tool's song of the same name.

Angst and explicit sex. Word count at ~1,500; rated R.


Prison Sex )
dreamtofbeing: Close crop of David Tennan't face. He's looking up into negative space in the icon's top left corner. (Default)
A chatplay spin-off of this thread: the Doctor, human and rooming with Goth tarot reader Lu in DC, internet-magically appears in human!Master's bedroom in the Master's flat in Cardiff. They've both been human for a while and have put aside their differences. Well, no, they haven't. But they're trying?

Rated R.

You skinny twit, you think he's coming over there for *you?* )
dreamtofbeing: Close crop of David Tennan't face. He's looking up into negative space in the icon's top left corner. (looking up)
BECAUSE I AM WEAK. And because this meme usually provides a lot of lulz and interesting scenarios.

If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?

OOC--PSA

Apr. 30th, 2009 05:01 am
dreamtofbeing: Close crop of David Tennan't face. He's looking up into negative space in the icon's top left corner. (ear-pulling)
I just dropped out of Taxon with this character. Nothing to do with the comm, not at all--I just realized that the way I set human!Ten up, he wasn't meant to be developed in a panfandom RP game. I found myself neither developing my character nor really interacting with anyone, which isn't really the point of the whole thing. So, yes, pulling out.

I will definitely play and develop this character further, though, so feel free to keep watching this journal. Sorry to anyone I had a plot going with, I hope this doesn't mean too much retconning for you. :|
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~ 830 words on time, watches, the Doctor's fob watch and... randomness.

Time Will Tell )
dreamtofbeing: David as Peter Carlisle in Blackpool. Drinking coffee and peering over the rim of his mug. (coffee break)
This is set in a 'verse where the Doctor is rooming with [livejournal.com profile] mind_the_tardis' OC Lu in the city of Taxon. This 'verse may be explored further once [livejournal.com profile] taxonomites goes live. The city of Taxon is appearing courtesy of the Taxon mods, and Lu I borrowed with permission from [livejournal.com profile] mind_the_tardis.

2,156 words about the Doctor meeting a new companion.


Call Me Fred )