Chess Pieces
May. 21st, 2015 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scripsiTitle: Chess Pieces
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Length: 180 words
Characters/Pairings: The Master(Delgado)
Warnings: None
Summary: He gave them positions. He gave them a purpose; to serve.
AN: Written for the Obscure & British Commentfest 2015 and the prompt Classic Doctor Who; the Master (any version): Chess pieces" fromirishvampire13
His plans were always meticulous. Long before the gears were set in motion, he had spent a long time planning, setting up his pieces, preparing for the game. To the Doctor humans were important, despite that there just was so many of them, all of them running around willy-nilly, without aim or thoughts. But he gave them positions. He gave them a purpose; to serve as chess pieces in a game bigger than they could ever fathom. They could all be sacrificed. A Pawn could always become a Queen, true, but all, all were disposable, save the King.
The Doctor didn’t see it that way. He barged into the game, trying to save everyone, even the most useless pieces. The worst thing was that he so often succeeded, despite it all. He wished he could make the Doctor see, to understand, that it was only the two of them who were relevant. Sometimes it felt like he was getting through, but then he looked around and found the Doctor running away without another pretty little Pawn.
It was so frustrating.
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Length: 180 words
Characters/Pairings: The Master(Delgado)
Warnings: None
Summary: He gave them positions. He gave them a purpose; to serve.
AN: Written for the Obscure & British Commentfest 2015 and the prompt Classic Doctor Who; the Master (any version): Chess pieces" from
irishvampire13His plans were always meticulous. Long before the gears were set in motion, he had spent a long time planning, setting up his pieces, preparing for the game. To the Doctor humans were important, despite that there just was so many of them, all of them running around willy-nilly, without aim or thoughts. But he gave them positions. He gave them a purpose; to serve as chess pieces in a game bigger than they could ever fathom. They could all be sacrificed. A Pawn could always become a Queen, true, but all, all were disposable, save the King.
The Doctor didn’t see it that way. He barged into the game, trying to save everyone, even the most useless pieces. The worst thing was that he so often succeeded, despite it all. He wished he could make the Doctor see, to understand, that it was only the two of them who were relevant. Sometimes it felt like he was getting through, but then he looked around and found the Doctor running away without another pretty little Pawn.
It was so frustrating.
