Date: 2011-12-21 03:22 am (UTC)
Not even his shadow. The Doctor wanted to sneer at that, but he also wanted to accept it. He didn't deserve the title of 'the Doctor'. He was nothing. He was---

But he wanted to be the Doctor. He wanted to stop this all himself. He wanted to be the man that armies fell to without having to raise a single weapon. But he had none of it. He had none of it without the drive. He had none of it without the anger. He looked up at the Master, all anger and drive and fury and---he was beautiful, in his own way. Like that. A mass of burning rage. It was good, seeing him like this. It was engaging. He could see everything he wanted to have back, and it was right there.

He didn't even think before he acted. He blocked the arm that was gripping his head, and then raised his other arm up to lock around the Master's neck. He pulled him down and crushed his mouth to the Master's. It wasn't really a kiss. Not really. It was almost like the Doctor was desperately trying to pull some of that rage into himself. To pull back in the emotions he needed. Just a little bit. Just for a moment.
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