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The Doctor was no stranger to waking alone, but this time was different.

After nearly a month with the Master on board his TARDIS, their relationship was anything but simple. There were no conversations regarding feelings, though they'd shared a bed and their bodies since day one, and nearly every night the Doctor had to talk the other Time Lord through violent nightmares.

It had only been a month, but waking alone felt wrong and uncomfortable. Naked and unashamed, he'd reached out for the Master, only to find his side of the bed empty. A shockingly powerful wave of worry and concern jolted him awake and he'd pulled on a robe in moments, padding down the hallways and calling quietly for the other.

"Master?"

[The Doctor's more than relieved when the final bell for seventh period rings and he's out of his seat in seconds. He and the Master had agreed to meet up after school by his car, as per usual, and head over to his place afterwards. He's been prone to parking Idris across the street and on the other side of the play park in order to keep curious eyes from noticing him and the Master, and it's there he's headed when he finds himself a bit...held up.

He's too preoccupied to notice the foot sticking out in front of him until it's too late and he's toppled over face first onto the concrete. Nursing a bloody nose, he recognizes the laughter of his usual tormentors and groans internally before pushing himself to his feet.

He's learned by now that trying to talk or reason with them doesn't do much good, and he just submits to their biting taunts, keeping a blank face and not letting his growing irritation show. That's when they start throwing punches, as is their after school hobby, and skinny, knobbly Doctor has literally no way to defend himself.]

Stop!

[But yelling just makes it worse, and the Doctor finds himself shoved against a wall with a hand at his throat, a fist repeatedly slamming into his face until his vision goes blurry and he can taste blood in his mouth.]

[The Doctor had just been relaxing on the couch when he'd heard the quiet beeping from the TARDIS, a soft request for attention. He'd been putting off rewiring some of her less important parts, but she was getting tired of that and clearly wanted it done now. He sighs, sitting up to reach into his coat pockets for his screwdriver before he remembered he wasn't even wearing his coat.]

Masterrrr. Look in my coat pockets and find my sonic screwdriver for me, yeah?

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[White Day has always been something of an intriguing holiday. Exactly a month after Valentine's Day, it involves giving your "Valentine" some kind of present, only it has to be white.

It took a bit of thinking before the Doctor came up with the perfect idea.

He's been in the wardrobe room nearly the entire morning, panicking a bit over his reflection in the mirror. His normally brown hair has been bleached to platinum blond, his suit replaced by the getup his fifth regeneration favored, celery and all.

Well...bleach blond is a lot like white...right?]

The Doctor was rather annoyed with the Master at the moment.

They liked to take turns on deciding where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do. Since the Doctor's last choice had been the highly successful tea party at the garden planet, it was the Master's turn.

And but of course, he landed them on Satellite Five. Luckily the Game Station's assortment of gameshows were no longer deadly, but the Doctor was still uneasy as they were directed into a large open room with a small live audience.

"Relax," the Master reassured him in a loud whisper, sounding rather amused as he wrapped an arm around the Time Lord's shoulder. "I told them I wanted a game where we can stay together."

Just after he'd finished speaking, a thousand bright lights illuminated the room, making the Doctor wince slightly as the loud announcer voice came on.

"Welcome to Intergalactic Wife Swaaaaap! Today's participants, the Doctor and the Master, now married for nearly a year!"

The Doctor just glared at the Master as the voice continued.

"After sweeping the entire universe and all of its related time streams for the perfect match, we finally found a couple to swap with them! While not officially in a relationship, this couple have been denying their affection for each other since their fallout after childhood! Please welcome....The Doctor and the Master!!"

The Doctor blinked in surprise, gaping in shock as the supposed 'couple' appeared across the room beneath the teleports. The seemingly older of the two, a tall man with a shock of white hair, quickly released his companion's hand and put some space between them, glancing about in mild interest.

"Well," said the Doctor's third regeneration, "who knew the void was a game show."

The bearded man beside him scoffed and the two Masters shared glances before the older one spoke. "I'm...trading wives...with myself?"

The tenth Doctor released his Master's hand and scowled. "I'm not the wife, how many times?"

He realized a moment too late that letting go of that hand hadn't been the best idea. A bright flash of light consumed both him and the younger Master, and a moment later he found himself in the nostalgically familiar TARDIS, slumped in a chair and feeling sick.

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[Hello, Adstringendum! Have a Doctor cross-legged with a black kitten curled up in his arms, one who is currently trying to eat the PCD, from what it looks like. The Doctor laughs, a genuinely happy sound.] Koschei, stop it. [The kitten behaves, giving his owner a reproachful look before snuggling back into the long multicolored scarf looped around the Doctor's neck.]

I was hoping to have a nice picnic today, but the weather's not behaving. Didn't think it would, but you never know.

Sooooooo I had a better idea. Whoever wants to can just come over for tea! Just...mind Master's workroom. Weeell. You wouldn't be allowed in there anyway, so it hardly matters that the roof's missing.

Drop in whenever. [x,y]

[[OOC NOTE: Blue equals Doctor, red equals Master.]]

[Hello, Adstringendum! Have your very favorite Tenth Doctor, alive and well and looking happier than he has in a long time. He's wearing a flannel pajama top which is unbuttoned as far as its visible in the PCD, and his hair is as messy as ever.]

Hullo, you lot! Just wanted to be sure everyone knew I'm back. I would have said something earlier, but there's been a few changes that I needed to make sure I had under control before I said anything.

I did have a brilliant New Year's, in case anyone's wondering, and I hope everyone did as--

[He's interrupted by a mocking shout from down the hall.]

Oh honey, won't you come back to bed? It's getting cold.

[The Doctor blushes bright red, fumbling awkwardly with his PCD in an attempt to turn it off. He clearly thinks he's succeeded, and while video turns off, audio is still going.]

Master! I was in the middle of something!

My amazing self is plenty more important!

You have the kittens! Can't you behave yourself for five minutes?

That's five minutes too long without you trying to molest me.

I already told you! I wasn't trying to do anything! I was just exploring. How was I supposed to know that was a weak point?

Call it what you will, you little tart!

[The PCD's knocked aside and all goes quiet as the Doctor leaves, presumably to join the Master and continue their debate.]

It's nearly Christmas! I love Christmas! Anyway! Merry Christmas to you all, in case I forget to mention something on the actual day which may happen.

[A thought strikes him and he frowns slightly.] I wonder if the Animus celebrate Christmas...

[Another thought comes to him.] Oh! Right! And other holidays too! So Happy Holidays might work better.

Whichever! But it's snowing and it's nearly Christmas! [Clearly he's far too excited for this, so he just grins and turns off his PCD.]

[Have the "Master" hunched over slightly and looking at the screen, one hand pressed to his temples and looking utterly miserable.]

The Master's head is not a fun place to be. In case anyone was wondering.

...Does anyone know how long it'll take for this to wear off? I miss being me...

[For a moment, all that's visible is a great big blob of black fluff, accompanied by a steady purring. Then there's movement and the screen clears, showing the Doctor fast asleep on the couch. His mouth is slightly open and he's snoring gently, his specs smashed against his face. On the ground beside him is a cup of now-cold tea.

There's a soft purr as the black kitten curls up on the Doctor's side, watching the screen with almost amused blue eyes.]

Hullo? Is this--Yes, it's working.

Soooooo...[His voice is sheepish.] I uh...may have gotten caught in the Animus' traps. I'm on audio because it's too dark in here to see anything.

So um...If anyone could assist? Or if you see a giant blue box that looks..sort of like a TARDIS only...its made of cardboard...I'm trapped under it.

The good news is I found my psychic paper.

[For those who know him well, it's obvious right off the bat that it's one of the Doctor's bad days. His eyes aren't filled with their usual excitement, but rather dull with tiredness and sorrow. He's disappointed. And he's all business today.]

So. Has anyone ever actually seen the Animus? Or knows where they're hiding? Or has any story about them? Anything you can tell me will be helpful. I need facts. Or even just...something to go off of.

Private to Sarah Jane and residents of Fallingwater:

Is it alright if I come over? Things aren't exactly...[He sighs and rubs his face.] I just need to get away from the Master.

[The screen is all black as it flickers to life. There's the distinctive sound of a kitten mewling and purring, to which the Doctor's voice replies.]

No, I'm sure he'll like you. He took Theta home, which has to mean something.

[More cat sounds, then the Doctor laughs.]

Koschei is the perfect name for you, isn't it?

[The screen changes from the black insides of the Doctor's pocket to show the cracked sidewalk.]

Oh, is this on? Oops.

[The first thing that is really noticeable is the Time Lord's nose. It's bright red and extremely swollen, and there's still dried blood crusted down his face. He looks positively miserable.]

So ah...Master broke my nose.

It wasn't on purpose! Wellllllll, no, yes, it was, but I deserved it. Weeelllll, sort of, past me deserved it, but...it's a long story.

Point being, how do I not make it so...lumpy? And painful?

[Have a face right up in the camera, but not a complete face, just eyes framed by plastic brown frames, eyebrows raised in surprise, and the top half of a nose]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[There's some shifting around, the screen goes black for a moment, and there's an odd buzzing sound, followed by a smack and a frustrated sigh.] Oh come on...

[Another smack, and then the screen flickers back into life, showing that face again, but much more zoomed out, a small cylinder of metal with a blue lightbulb tip between his teeth.] Ah! There we go.

It's the screwdriver...getting old now I suppose. Just like me. Aaaaaanyway. [The childish innocence and curiosity vanishes off his face in a heartsbeat, replaced by a much more serious and considerably annoyed expression, a new sharpness to his tone. And to those who know him well enough, a faint edge of panic.] If there's anyone listening to watching this, I need to know where I am and most of all, where my TARDIS is! She's a big blue box...looks all wooden. Says police box on the side? If you see her...I need her. [Now the panic's really starting to show, and the video is quickly cut off.]