The Horror of Our Love 1:13

Title: The Horror of Our Love

Author: Demon

Genre: History/Romance/Tragedy

Rating: T

Warning: mild fluff in one chapter and End of Time: Part 1 and 2 MAJOR SPOILERS

Summary: The Doctor and the Master… from the day they met to the day it all ended and why.  The backstory you always knew existed, but no one talked about. Doctor/Master, obviously, particularly Simm!Master and Ten.

Disclaim-y Waim-y: I own nothing, not even the title.  The title is from the song "The Horror of Our Love" by Ludo and, clever person that I am, every chapter title is a line from the song.  There is some diversion from canon (since technically the Doctor and the Master were never shown as a couple), but I really tried hard to stick to what Classic Who as well as New Who already laid down, which is FRIGGIN' HARD not having seen any Classic Who (except "Terror of the Autons"… and a part of "Castravalva").  
I also tried hard not to be a typical New Who fan and write the Doctor and the Master in their early years as Simm and Tennant, but I admit, as they get older, it got harder and harder not to give them those voices, so if pre-10th regeneration Doctor and pre-6th regeneration Master become 10 and 6… I apologize.





Never So Much Blood Pulled Through My Veins…

A small boy of about eight wandered near the scarlet fields of one of Gallifrey's many mountains.  It was gorgeous.  He couldn't imagine anywhere more beautiful…

"'Allo!"

The boy jumped about, startled.

Another boy leapt out of a tree he'd been climbing.  Leapt about ten feet to the ground.

The first boy stared, "You could kill yourself doing that!" he whispered, shocked and in awe of this other boy who stood before him, unharmed by his ill-advised stunt.

The other boy beamed, brushing himself off, "It's not so bad, really.  And it wouldn't kill you, might hurt a lot though…" he eyed the tree he'd just leapt out of, "But not me, I'm invincible!"  He grinned manically and cart-wheeled on the spot.

"So who are you?" the lunatic boy asked when he was finished with his cartwheels.

The first, more nervous, shy boy, looked at the ground and mumbled, "I'm not supposed to say anything…"

"I'm the Master!" the second boy crowed in delight, not hearing or caring about the other boy's response.  He scrambled up the tree again.

"What, that was the name you were given when you were born?" the first boy stared up at him in consternation.

"No, I just like being called that 's all."  The second boy, self-proclaimed the Master, found some fruit in the tree and threw it down to the first boy.

The boy still on the ground caught the fruit, then thought for a bit.  Deciding to throw caution to the wind, he climbed up the tree after the Master.  After all, one friend who was crazy was better than no friends at all.  

"Then… I'm the Doctor," said the first boy when he had climbed as high as the Master.

"The man who makes people better?  Not much of a title if you ask me," responded the Master, picking the fruit and throwing it out into the field.

The boy who called himself the Doctor was hurt, but defended his name, "Well I like it, I think helping people is fun."

"Fun?  How could helping people be fun?  Ruling people, now that's fun!" the Master grinned impishly at the Doctor.

The Doctor frowned at the Master, then weighing the fruit he had in his hand, threw it.  "I… guess so.  But only if you're a good ruler, you know?"

"Yeah. Sure… a good ruler," the Master smiled to himself, like he had a funny secret that the Doctor didn't know about.

"So… have you been to the untempered schism yet?" the Master asked after a moment.

The Doctor shook his head, throwing more fruit, "No, you?"

"I go next Monday," the Master grinned proudly again.

"Wow…" the Doctor sighed, "I wish I could go sooner."

"Ah, don't worry about it, I'll tell you all about it when I've gone.  Where do you live, by the way?"

The Doctor's face fell and he mumbled something inaudible again.

"Wait a mo'…" the Master studied him closely for a minute, "aren't you –"

"Let's not talk about it, okay?" the Doctor cut him off sharply, a spark of anger in his eyes.

The Master nodded, "Whatever you say," he went back to throwing fruit, they were about to run out.

"Ah shoot… we'll have to climb higher."

The Doctor swallowed, "Is that safe?"

The Master rolled his eyes, "You big chicken, come on, what's the worst that could happen?"

The Doctor turned a little pink, "I am not a chicken!"  And he climbed after the Master as fast as he could to prove it.

"Yes you are," the Master insisted, "you follow the rules just like they tell you, chicken!"

"Am not!" returned the Doctor, climbing higher than the Master now.

The Master crowed like a chicken.

"Am NOT!" the Doctor shouted, now at the top of the tree.  He looked up and realized that he was high enough to catch the horizon, just as Gallifrey's third moon was setting.

"No, I take it back, you're not… but now you would die," the Master called up to him.

The Doctor looked down, "Wha-? WAAAAAAAAUGH!"  He slid down level after level of branches, having lost his balance when looking down. He eventually slowed to a stop on the last few levels and then plopped onto the earth below.

The Master shimmied down after him, cackling the whole way, "That was incredible!  Just, 'wha-? WAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!'," he broke into peals of laughter again.

The Doctor clutched his arm, sniffling and trying very hard not to sob, everything hurt.

The Master finally stopped laughing, "Well, come on… I'll get you fixed up," and he helped up the Doctor and led him into the main house.