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calufraxStory: Wilf Saves the Day
Author: Adrian Tullberg
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 589
Author's Summary: Spoilers for The End of Time Part One.
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (10th), The Master (Simm), Wilfred Mott
Warnings: None
Recced because: Adrian Tullberg seems to specialise in simple solutions thatmess up solve the Doctor's complicated problems. This is one of them, and it's a beauty, a hilarious way to derail The Master in The End of Time.
The Master, now replicated six billion times, once a damaged time Lord now a single mind that could link to itself and exponentially increase it’s abilities and power. A monolithic entity just waiting for that single idea, the idle I wonder what would happen if I ... that would transform into an unstoppable mental force.
“We are going to ...”
“Blondie! You there!”
The original Master rolled his eyes, looking at Wilf, still in the isolation booth. “What is it, gramps?”
“I wanted to ask a question.”
“Sorry, no mercy, no last requests, no Rollos.”
“Can’t stand Rollos. Get stuck in my teeth.”
“What is it then?”
Posted using Livejournal's scheduled posting thing since I may be off line for the next couple of days - apologies if anything goes wrong.
Author: Adrian Tullberg
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 589
Author's Summary: Spoilers for The End of Time Part One.
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (10th), The Master (Simm), Wilfred Mott
Warnings: None
Recced because: Adrian Tullberg seems to specialise in simple solutions that
The Master, now replicated six billion times, once a damaged time Lord now a single mind that could link to itself and exponentially increase it’s abilities and power. A monolithic entity just waiting for that single idea, the idle I wonder what would happen if I ... that would transform into an unstoppable mental force.
“We are going to ...”
“Blondie! You there!”
The original Master rolled his eyes, looking at Wilf, still in the isolation booth. “What is it, gramps?”
“I wanted to ask a question.”
“Sorry, no mercy, no last requests, no Rollos.”
“Can’t stand Rollos. Get stuck in my teeth.”
“What is it then?”
Posted using Livejournal's scheduled posting thing since I may be off line for the next couple of days - apologies if anything goes wrong.
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Date: 2012-06-30 10:25 am (UTC)*IS THERE*