Lost Boys - Chapter Twenty One

Now that was fun. I can't deny I get swept up in the Master's pure insane joy when I write him in this mood. I feel like I've had about 20 shots of espresso.

 ...My insanity aside, I enjoyed this chapter for several reasons:

• We get to see Francine and Tish Jones. I loved Martha's dysfunctional family. I wanted to include them more in the Year that Never Was, since we know they, too, had a rather traumatic year. I also always liked the fact that the Doctor could never charm Francine the way he could other people. Tension (not sexual, thankfully) between those two will continue for a while longer.
• We get to see more of Lucy. So far we've not seen much of her. While she doesn't have much speech (her husband has enough to say for both of them) we do at least get to see her interacting with the Master as a wife. Lucy's character sometimes gets ignored by fanfiction, since she's quiet and sort of gets drowned out by the charisma of the Master. Nonetheless, she's a brilliantly interesting character: complex and disturbed. Let's face it, though: if you'd seen the human race cannibalise themselves at the end of time, you'd be rather disturbed too. I always thought of her as the anti-Martha; just like the Doctor and the Master are polar opposites. Lucy will play a large part in things to come (expected and unexpected) so it's about time we began to see more of her.
• We're finally free of that little white room for a while!
• The Master's domination of Earth takes centre stage!

I'm really glad I'm getting to write the characters in conflict for a while again. There's something just a little bit glorious about the Master and the Doctor when they go head-to-head. It doesn't change how they feel, but it puts across the point that what is going on between them isn't simple or easy. It's tough, complex and nearly a millennium old.

 There is still a great deal for me to write before this is done, but with November fast approaching my head is full of deadlines, and this is going to slow my writing down enormously. Christmas holidays should see me speed up once more, but until then please be patient and leave me reviews if you can! I read them all, and they mean a lot.

 In the meantime, thank you so much for the support you've given me so far. Bear with me - if I can write this story well, it should be:

If you've followed a link from FF or AFF, thank you so much for looking. If you've stumbled on this blog, and would like to read the story, you can find it here: Lost Boys on Fanfiction.net
 (Please be aware this has graphic sexual content, homosexuality and violence. If that's not your thing, fair enough, don't click!)


Also, this might be a good time to address something that bothers me:
This fanfiction is in no way about sexualising David Tennant or John Simm. What I'm writing is a testament to two characters, played by two magnificent actors who I hold in extremely high regard for what they did (and are still doing - being brillant at their jobs). I appreciate that Tennant and Simm are not the Doctor and the Master, but they brought them to life in a way that absolutely enthralled me. What I'm writing is out of love for the characters they played. That they happen to be the faces I imagine on the characters doesn't mean I can't distinguish between the two. If you ever meet one of these amazing gentlemen, make sure you give them the love (not too much - don't be creepy!) and respect they deserve.

Love, Turks and Timelords

Turkaholic x