The Doctor flinches slightly as the Master pulls out –and oh isn’t he a fool for not thinking of– the laser screwdriver.
“What?” he exclaims, surprised, one hand rising in a ‘don’t shoot’ gesture, although what he really wants to do is take a step forward and put that hand on the Master’s arm. “Master, this isn’t a dream.” –although he can understand perfectly how the other might think so–
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Date: 2007-10-05 11:36 pm (UTC)“What?” he exclaims, surprised, one hand rising in a ‘don’t shoot’ gesture, although what he really wants to do is take a step forward and put that hand on the Master’s arm. “Master, this isn’t a dream.” –although he can understand perfectly how the other might think so–