Apples and Roses
A Doctor Who Fanfiction
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By Marie Bellamy
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Apples
It was lunch at the academy that really separated the two teen boys apart, especially when Theta would bring bananas and Koschei brought apples. They sat on the back steps of the school because the back door wasn't used very often during lunch, mashing bananas with their tongue and crunching apples with their teeth.
One day, Theta asked, "Why do you always eat apples?"
"Why do you always eat bananas," Koschei returned without looking at him. He spun the half-eaten golden apple between his thumb and middle finger before randomly biting down. Juice ran down his chin.
Theta looked fondly at his half-peeled fruit. "I like bananas. Bananas are good." He took another mouthful and slowly turned it to mush before swallowing.
"I like apples. Apples are good." A few more bites and he tossed the core in a garbage tin. Koschei turned to the other Time Lord trainee to find the frown on his face and he sighed with deflating shoulders, as though Theta's expression was tedious. And it was because he had to explain. "Apples are much sweeter and juicier compared to bland bananas. I don't like boring." From his pocket, he pulled another golden apple, spotless of bruises.
"Oh…" Theta said, licking his lips. "Can I taste?" He asked as Koschei's teeth punctured the surface and ripped a good amount into his mouth. The older teen chewed slowly before giving a nod, but as Theta reached for the fruit, the darker haired boy leaned forward and pressed their lips together. When Theta's mouth opened slightly in surprise, the Koschei took this chance to slip his tongue inside and drop the half-crushed apple into the brunette's mouth.
Drawing back and ignoring the shocked teen beside him, Koschei noticed the faint taste of banana on his tongue. He scowled and chomped down on his apple to get rid of the mellow flavor.
"I…" Theta swallowed nervously and whispered, "I think I like my boring banana."
Roses
The Master always took a deep sense of pleasure when he angered or irritated the Doctor because he knew he couldn't do anything about it except lock the mad man in an empty room in the TARDIS. So when they arrived in Norway 2008 and the Doctor just stood on a sandy beach that had no meaning to the Master, it was on the tip of the Master's tongue to jeer at the other Time Lord.
Before an insult found any voice, the Doctor turned and faced him. There in the open the Master could see the ten regenerations the Doctor had lived through – pain, sorrow, and weariness, and the dreams, hopes, and promises that were never fulfilled – and his jaw snapped shut. The flame that made the Doctor's eyes shine brightly, especially when they fell into another quarrel, was snuffed and left him looking…dull.
Dull. Yes, that was the word. Not distraught or vulnerable, or possibly dead because those emotions weren't showing – those emotions and more were definitely clear – and wouldn't have stopped the Master from giving an insult. Dull meant it wasn't fun to poke and tease since the banter wouldn't have been the same – wouldn't have the same spite.
So those words that the Master kept in his mouth were swallowed sulkily as the Doctor passed him. He made to shut the doors and follow the Doctor deeper into the TARDIS, catching wind of something that smelled like roses.
A Doctor Who Fanfiction
[read on fanfiction.net]
By Marie Bellamy
-
Apples
It was lunch at the academy that really separated the two teen boys apart, especially when Theta would bring bananas and Koschei brought apples. They sat on the back steps of the school because the back door wasn't used very often during lunch, mashing bananas with their tongue and crunching apples with their teeth.
One day, Theta asked, "Why do you always eat apples?"
"Why do you always eat bananas," Koschei returned without looking at him. He spun the half-eaten golden apple between his thumb and middle finger before randomly biting down. Juice ran down his chin.
Theta looked fondly at his half-peeled fruit. "I like bananas. Bananas are good." He took another mouthful and slowly turned it to mush before swallowing.
"I like apples. Apples are good." A few more bites and he tossed the core in a garbage tin. Koschei turned to the other Time Lord trainee to find the frown on his face and he sighed with deflating shoulders, as though Theta's expression was tedious. And it was because he had to explain. "Apples are much sweeter and juicier compared to bland bananas. I don't like boring." From his pocket, he pulled another golden apple, spotless of bruises.
"Oh…" Theta said, licking his lips. "Can I taste?" He asked as Koschei's teeth punctured the surface and ripped a good amount into his mouth. The older teen chewed slowly before giving a nod, but as Theta reached for the fruit, the darker haired boy leaned forward and pressed their lips together. When Theta's mouth opened slightly in surprise, the Koschei took this chance to slip his tongue inside and drop the half-crushed apple into the brunette's mouth.
Drawing back and ignoring the shocked teen beside him, Koschei noticed the faint taste of banana on his tongue. He scowled and chomped down on his apple to get rid of the mellow flavor.
"I…" Theta swallowed nervously and whispered, "I think I like my boring banana."
Roses
The Master always took a deep sense of pleasure when he angered or irritated the Doctor because he knew he couldn't do anything about it except lock the mad man in an empty room in the TARDIS. So when they arrived in Norway 2008 and the Doctor just stood on a sandy beach that had no meaning to the Master, it was on the tip of the Master's tongue to jeer at the other Time Lord.
Before an insult found any voice, the Doctor turned and faced him. There in the open the Master could see the ten regenerations the Doctor had lived through – pain, sorrow, and weariness, and the dreams, hopes, and promises that were never fulfilled – and his jaw snapped shut. The flame that made the Doctor's eyes shine brightly, especially when they fell into another quarrel, was snuffed and left him looking…dull.
Dull. Yes, that was the word. Not distraught or vulnerable, or possibly dead because those emotions weren't showing – those emotions and more were definitely clear – and wouldn't have stopped the Master from giving an insult. Dull meant it wasn't fun to poke and tease since the banter wouldn't have been the same – wouldn't have the same spite.
So those words that the Master kept in his mouth were swallowed sulkily as the Doctor passed him. He made to shut the doors and follow the Doctor deeper into the TARDIS, catching wind of something that smelled like roses.
