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[#037] Opposites Attract (Doctor Who)
Theme Prompt: #037: Opposites Attract
Title: 'Opposites Attract'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/Warnings: G; No warnings
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 993
Summary: "Now, on the surface, it might appear to you that the Master and I are utterly incompatible."
His task complete, the Master held up the machine for the Doctor's inspection. "There you are. I'm sure you'll find that it runs more satisfactorily now."
Evidently not fully convinced, the Doctor gave the device a good look. At last, he nodded.
"Yes, it's a pretty decent bit of work," he agreed. "Thank you."
"My pleasure. I'm glad to have been of assistance." Gingerly, the Master placed the unidentifiable object back into the crate it had been brought in, and slid the crate's lid into place. "Please be careful, Miss Grant," he warned Jo, holding the crate out to her. "It's quite fragile; we wouldn't want any accidents."
She smiled thinly. She didn't think she was up to matching the Master's politeness. There were times when his civility almost grated on her nerves.
To her annoyance, the Doctor didn't share her lack of enthusiasm. He smiled almost fondly at the other Time Lord, shaking his hand warmly.
"Try to keep out of trouble for the time being, won't you," he requested. "I do have a life outside of untangling your webs."
Jo was already nearly out the door. "Doctor," she called. "Didn't you promise the Brigadier that we'd be back before nightfall?"
"Oh, very well, Jo," the Doctor sighed. "You seem in a terrible hurry this evening," he added, helping her to ease the crate into Bessie's rear seat.
She didn't bother to reply, climbing into the passenger's side and staring ahead of her, determinedly not meeting his gaze as he started the engine.
"I certainly wish you'd tell me what the devil's gotten into you," he said after a few minutes. "You might as well say something now," he added in reply to her dogged silence, "or I just might have to ask the Brigadier to order you to. Wouldn't it be less embarrassing for us both if you were to get it out of the way here and now?"
Jo considered for a moment. She decided that she couldn't very well go on giving him the silent treatment.
"I don't see why you had to ask the Master to help you fix that whatever-it-was," she complained. "You're clever enough to take care of it yourself. You didn't need to request permission to get past his guards and get him to give you a hand."
"Yes, I suppose you're right," the Doctor admitted. "I could have managed it on my own, and quite easily. But I had my reasons."
"You wanted to see him again," she accused.
"Guilty as charged, as they say. I'm sure you've noticed now and again that the Master and I are actually on rather good terms, provided he isn't trying to enact yet another of his nefarious schemes."
"Why? I don't understand how the two of you can get along so well. I mean, you're so kind, and the Master--"
"Is the embodiment of Evil?" The Doctor chuckled at Jo's nod. "I'll explain it to you--no; on second thought, I believe a demonstration is in order."
He brought Bessie to a stop at a crossroads. Then, shifting in his seat, he drew a pair of objects out of his pocket. They were two magnets, their north poles painted a dark red to differentiate them from their southern extremities.
"You see, it's like this," the Doctor began. He held up the magnets so that both north ends faced each other. "Now, on the surface, it might appear to you that the Master and I are utterly incompatible." He attempted to unite the magnets at their northern ends, only for them to push each other away. "Good versus evil; it would make sense for them to be mutually repulsive. Am I right?"
"I follow you, so far."
"Good. But, beneath it all, we've a good deal more in common. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that our differences unite us." This time, the Doctor brought the north pole of one magnet toward the other's south pole. They snapped together.
"I see," Jo beamed. "Opposites attract!"
He smiled. "Precisely. Just because the Master and I are frequently at loggerheads doesn't alter the fact that--wait." He frowned suddenly, looking around.
"What is it, Doctor?"
"Do you smell something?"
Jo sniffed at the air, confused. "No--oh, wait a minute!" She took a deep breath, nodding when an acrid odor filled her nostrils. "What is that?"
"I'm not sure, Jo. But the smell is coming from somewhere close by. I could almost swear that it's coming from..."
They exchanged uneasy glances, before slowly looking behind them. To their shared horror, the crate they'd placed in the rear seat was smoking like a chimney.
"That scoundrel," the Doctor shouted, throwing himself out of the automobile. Coughing, he snatched the crate up, rushing with it into a nearby field. He looked over his shoulder, lifting a hand in warning when he saw Jo following. "Keep back! We don't know what we're up against!"
Quickly, Jo crouched on the other side of Bessie, clinging to its bumper and watching the Doctor. She hid her face in her hands as he lifted the crate's lid, almost expecting an explosion. Instead, she heard more coughing, followed by swearing.
"It's quite alright, Jo," she heard him call after a few minutes. "It's perfectly safe."
Encouraged, Jo joined the Doctor, staring at the items he held. She saw a perplexing tangle of wires and tubes. "What are those?"
"Smoke bombs," he told her. "On a delayed fuse. No harm done, either to us or to the machine."
"Thank goodness," Jo sighed. "But why would the Master do something so harmless?"
He smiled. "Tell me, Jo: What's today's date?"
She shrugged, befuddled. "It's the first of April. Why?"
The Doctor draped an arm across her shoulders, walking her back to the waiting auto. "While I can guarantee that the Master holds most Earth traditions in unjustified contempt, it appears that he isn't above catering to April Fool's Day."
Title: 'Opposites Attract'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/Warnings: G; No warnings
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 993
Summary: "Now, on the surface, it might appear to you that the Master and I are utterly incompatible."
His task complete, the Master held up the machine for the Doctor's inspection. "There you are. I'm sure you'll find that it runs more satisfactorily now."
Evidently not fully convinced, the Doctor gave the device a good look. At last, he nodded.
"Yes, it's a pretty decent bit of work," he agreed. "Thank you."
"My pleasure. I'm glad to have been of assistance." Gingerly, the Master placed the unidentifiable object back into the crate it had been brought in, and slid the crate's lid into place. "Please be careful, Miss Grant," he warned Jo, holding the crate out to her. "It's quite fragile; we wouldn't want any accidents."
She smiled thinly. She didn't think she was up to matching the Master's politeness. There were times when his civility almost grated on her nerves.
To her annoyance, the Doctor didn't share her lack of enthusiasm. He smiled almost fondly at the other Time Lord, shaking his hand warmly.
"Try to keep out of trouble for the time being, won't you," he requested. "I do have a life outside of untangling your webs."
Jo was already nearly out the door. "Doctor," she called. "Didn't you promise the Brigadier that we'd be back before nightfall?"
"Oh, very well, Jo," the Doctor sighed. "You seem in a terrible hurry this evening," he added, helping her to ease the crate into Bessie's rear seat.
She didn't bother to reply, climbing into the passenger's side and staring ahead of her, determinedly not meeting his gaze as he started the engine.
"I certainly wish you'd tell me what the devil's gotten into you," he said after a few minutes. "You might as well say something now," he added in reply to her dogged silence, "or I just might have to ask the Brigadier to order you to. Wouldn't it be less embarrassing for us both if you were to get it out of the way here and now?"
Jo considered for a moment. She decided that she couldn't very well go on giving him the silent treatment.
"I don't see why you had to ask the Master to help you fix that whatever-it-was," she complained. "You're clever enough to take care of it yourself. You didn't need to request permission to get past his guards and get him to give you a hand."
"Yes, I suppose you're right," the Doctor admitted. "I could have managed it on my own, and quite easily. But I had my reasons."
"You wanted to see him again," she accused.
"Guilty as charged, as they say. I'm sure you've noticed now and again that the Master and I are actually on rather good terms, provided he isn't trying to enact yet another of his nefarious schemes."
"Why? I don't understand how the two of you can get along so well. I mean, you're so kind, and the Master--"
"Is the embodiment of Evil?" The Doctor chuckled at Jo's nod. "I'll explain it to you--no; on second thought, I believe a demonstration is in order."
He brought Bessie to a stop at a crossroads. Then, shifting in his seat, he drew a pair of objects out of his pocket. They were two magnets, their north poles painted a dark red to differentiate them from their southern extremities.
"You see, it's like this," the Doctor began. He held up the magnets so that both north ends faced each other. "Now, on the surface, it might appear to you that the Master and I are utterly incompatible." He attempted to unite the magnets at their northern ends, only for them to push each other away. "Good versus evil; it would make sense for them to be mutually repulsive. Am I right?"
"I follow you, so far."
"Good. But, beneath it all, we've a good deal more in common. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that our differences unite us." This time, the Doctor brought the north pole of one magnet toward the other's south pole. They snapped together.
"I see," Jo beamed. "Opposites attract!"
He smiled. "Precisely. Just because the Master and I are frequently at loggerheads doesn't alter the fact that--wait." He frowned suddenly, looking around.
"What is it, Doctor?"
"Do you smell something?"
Jo sniffed at the air, confused. "No--oh, wait a minute!" She took a deep breath, nodding when an acrid odor filled her nostrils. "What is that?"
"I'm not sure, Jo. But the smell is coming from somewhere close by. I could almost swear that it's coming from..."
They exchanged uneasy glances, before slowly looking behind them. To their shared horror, the crate they'd placed in the rear seat was smoking like a chimney.
"That scoundrel," the Doctor shouted, throwing himself out of the automobile. Coughing, he snatched the crate up, rushing with it into a nearby field. He looked over his shoulder, lifting a hand in warning when he saw Jo following. "Keep back! We don't know what we're up against!"
Quickly, Jo crouched on the other side of Bessie, clinging to its bumper and watching the Doctor. She hid her face in her hands as he lifted the crate's lid, almost expecting an explosion. Instead, she heard more coughing, followed by swearing.
"It's quite alright, Jo," she heard him call after a few minutes. "It's perfectly safe."
Encouraged, Jo joined the Doctor, staring at the items he held. She saw a perplexing tangle of wires and tubes. "What are those?"
"Smoke bombs," he told her. "On a delayed fuse. No harm done, either to us or to the machine."
"Thank goodness," Jo sighed. "But why would the Master do something so harmless?"
He smiled. "Tell me, Jo: What's today's date?"
She shrugged, befuddled. "It's the first of April. Why?"
The Doctor draped an arm across her shoulders, walking her back to the waiting auto. "While I can guarantee that the Master holds most Earth traditions in unjustified contempt, it appears that he isn't above catering to April Fool's Day."
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And YAY for Three and Bessie, my first Doctor and his beautiful classic car. And Jo, of course!
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