And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad

by Rae_Saxon

"Now, who to turn into? Being Missy had been fun, at first. A harmless, inconspicuous little interface. The Doctor hadn’t seen it coming.

But he was aiming for something a bit more personal, this time.

Hm. He could play a long game, could set up an elaborate scheme to befriend him and then stab him in the back when his moment had come, turn from the lovey-dovey companion into the cold-blooded one he had left behind. Discarded. Again.

Ah, but the Master wouldn’t let himself dwell on bitterness, not tonight, not with a new game already afoot.

If the Doctor wanted to play dirty, then oh, he’d play dirty.

He knew just what to do, now."

Or: The Master pretends to be the Doctor when they meet. Things go horribly wrong from there.

Words: 4403, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

• Fandoms: Doctor Who
• Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
• Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
• Categories: F/M
• Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, The Master (Dhawan)
• Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/The Master (Dhawan), The Doctor/The Master (Doctor Who)
• Additional Tags: Angst, Canon Divergence, More angst, Punching, Kissing, The Master is sulking and hurts both of them in the process, I tried writing comedy, The one thing this isn't is comedy, Hopeful Ending, I promise!, The Master learns that communication can HELP