Doctor Who: What Is (And Could Have Been)
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amythorthreeTitle: What Is (And Could Have Been)
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor, the Master, Theta (Metacrisis Doctor), Koschei (Amnesiac!Time War!Master), Theta Sigma, Koschei
Word Count: 470
Summary: Let's talk of lives lived and lives forgotten.
Notes: This is, in essence, mirror fic between the two Theta and Koscheis. The proper set (the two tat grow into the Doctor and the Master) are a bit nuts, or at least that's how I've always seen them, so they don't even get really happy beginnings. The other Theta and Koschei are just...Then. Darling things that make me happy even when they make me flail. ,
They never loved each other when they were young.
(Though whether it was love or simply an infatuation that somehow got out of hand is left up to interpretation.)
They never fought just as viciously as they loved
(There was always something sharp about the way they cared for one another.)
They never watched that love fall into something darker than it already was.
(Because neither of them understood how to love lightly. It was always dark, always deep and tinged with desperation and things such as that only get worse with time.)
They never fell apart and off the same page.
(It happened slowly and without either of them noticing. It was the first game that both of them lost.)
They never struggled to get back to that point where they were above everything except each other.
(They never could manage to play the same game or use the same rules. There's only the satisfaction of the challenge when things go that way and even that loses it's flavor when neither of you are striving for the same goal at the right time.)
They never chased one another across the stars.
(Giving up was never an option. It was the one thing that still holds true for both of them.)
They never wished they could be the way they once were.
(If they didn't, they wouldn't still be looking for each other, struggling for centuries to achieve something that only lasted years.)
They never lived the lives of the men they once were, the men they are supposed to be again.
(It's a blessing, not a curse.)
Instead they have accidental meetings and awkward moments shared together.
(The meeting was an awkward moment in and of itself but not unwelcomed. The same could be said for the entirety of the first few years of their friendship.)
They have stories.
(Proper stories when things are good and the words are there for the both of them. Described images when things aren't and one of them can't even get out their names. Both are treasured equally and enjoyed more than words can express.)
They have travels to distant, quiet places.
(No real adventure finds them, no hardships or terror. Some might think these things dull but peace is a foreign concept and silence is a treasured commodity.)
They have drums and darkness.
(They grow to quietly need each other and though they still remain, they aren't fighting their battles alone anymore.)
They have the shared moments where they quietly scramble to remember all the pieces of two lives they never lived.
(And if the day ever comes where they can put those pieces together and hold them long enough to see the real picture, they will have the chance to smile and know that maybe it's not them after all.)
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor, the Master, Theta (Metacrisis Doctor), Koschei (Amnesiac!Time War!Master), Theta Sigma, Koschei
Word Count: 470
Summary: Let's talk of lives lived and lives forgotten.
Notes: This is, in essence, mirror fic between the two Theta and Koscheis. The proper set (the two tat grow into the Doctor and the Master) are a bit nuts, or at least that's how I've always seen them, so they don't even get really happy beginnings. The other Theta and Koschei are just...Then. Darling things that make me happy even when they make me flail. ,
They never loved each other when they were young.
(Though whether it was love or simply an infatuation that somehow got out of hand is left up to interpretation.)
They never fought just as viciously as they loved
(There was always something sharp about the way they cared for one another.)
They never watched that love fall into something darker than it already was.
(Because neither of them understood how to love lightly. It was always dark, always deep and tinged with desperation and things such as that only get worse with time.)
They never fell apart and off the same page.
(It happened slowly and without either of them noticing. It was the first game that both of them lost.)
They never struggled to get back to that point where they were above everything except each other.
(They never could manage to play the same game or use the same rules. There's only the satisfaction of the challenge when things go that way and even that loses it's flavor when neither of you are striving for the same goal at the right time.)
They never chased one another across the stars.
(Giving up was never an option. It was the one thing that still holds true for both of them.)
They never wished they could be the way they once were.
(If they didn't, they wouldn't still be looking for each other, struggling for centuries to achieve something that only lasted years.)
They never lived the lives of the men they once were, the men they are supposed to be again.
(It's a blessing, not a curse.)
Instead they have accidental meetings and awkward moments shared together.
(The meeting was an awkward moment in and of itself but not unwelcomed. The same could be said for the entirety of the first few years of their friendship.)
They have stories.
(Proper stories when things are good and the words are there for the both of them. Described images when things aren't and one of them can't even get out their names. Both are treasured equally and enjoyed more than words can express.)
They have travels to distant, quiet places.
(No real adventure finds them, no hardships or terror. Some might think these things dull but peace is a foreign concept and silence is a treasured commodity.)
They have drums and darkness.
(They grow to quietly need each other and though they still remain, they aren't fighting their battles alone anymore.)
They have the shared moments where they quietly scramble to remember all the pieces of two lives they never lived.
(And if the day ever comes where they can put those pieces together and hold them long enough to see the real picture, they will have the chance to smile and know that maybe it's not them after all.)