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psych_30Those Who Lie In Wait
Part: 2/?
Author: rude_not_ginger
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: None
Word Count: 1,919
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The War affected everyone, whether the Time Lords knew it or not.
Author's Notes: Written for psych_30 with the prompt "Group Think". Special thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fluffnfreckles for beta.
Other Parts: Part One
"So," the Doctor turned to his black-masked companion as they sat in their cell, "What's your name, then?"
The cell, like the rest of the world, was a bland off-white paint that reminded the Doctor very much of sitting around a motor vehicle registration room. Bland. His companion's pants and top (as the law enforcement that had captured them provided him with a top upon their capture) seemed to almost blend in with the background. There were no bars in these cells, but plates of thick plastic keeping them from the guards and the prisoners.
The Doctor sat on the cold tile floor with his back against the side of the plastic, looking at the mask in his hand. It was black, but in all other ways identical to the beige masks all the ordinary people around the city wore. It completely covered the head, stretching around the skull with a hard face and black-tinted glass eyes. When he wore it, the only way he could tell himself apart from his fellow prisoners was that he wore a blue suit instead of the pale clothes of everyone else.
( 'You should put that back on,' the boy said, 'They'll mark you twice for it. It's the law.' )
Part: 2/?
Author: rude_not_ginger
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: None
Word Count: 1,919
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The War affected everyone, whether the Time Lords knew it or not.
Author's Notes: Written for psych_30 with the prompt "Group Think". Special thanks to
fluffnfreckles for beta.Other Parts: Part One
"So," the Doctor turned to his black-masked companion as they sat in their cell, "What's your name, then?"
The cell, like the rest of the world, was a bland off-white paint that reminded the Doctor very much of sitting around a motor vehicle registration room. Bland. His companion's pants and top (as the law enforcement that had captured them provided him with a top upon their capture) seemed to almost blend in with the background. There were no bars in these cells, but plates of thick plastic keeping them from the guards and the prisoners.
The Doctor sat on the cold tile floor with his back against the side of the plastic, looking at the mask in his hand. It was black, but in all other ways identical to the beige masks all the ordinary people around the city wore. It completely covered the head, stretching around the skull with a hard face and black-tinted glass eyes. When he wore it, the only way he could tell himself apart from his fellow prisoners was that he wore a blue suit instead of the pale clothes of everyone else.
( 'You should put that back on,' the boy said, 'They'll mark you twice for it. It's the law.' )
