Title: Yes, I think we've met before
Summary: Having escaped the Time Lords [again] and settled into [another] mind-numbingly dull job, the Doctor encounters a familiar foe [for real this time].
Rating: Completely Safe… aside from the BFA-crack content.
Dislcaimer: Not Mine, and the first fic of mine to see day light [possibly the last ><]
Warning: One mention of drinking…and, of course, see above. Knowledge of the Doctor Who Unbound audio Exile helps.
"Who did this to you."
The Doctor’s blue eyes narrowed in annoyance,
"Don't be stupid, I did it to myself."
"Why--" The demand was no louder than a whisper, as if there were any need for subtlety; Even if one of the legitimate, human customers overheard, they couldn’t possibly understand.
“I did what I had to.” The Master looked unconvinced, bordering on horrified.
“I thought you of all people would understand…” He didn’t, obviously. “Well, Eric, let me know if I can help you find anything.” The Doctor fled to her ruined TARDIS, abandoning Waterstone’s for a much needed drink.