The Doctor learns to dance 1-7

"Dancing?!" The Master splutters, " Since when have YOU danced?" The Doctor looked at the Master blankly while he thought back to the time with Jack and Rose. He remembered the encounter with impeccable detail. There he was, in his 9th regeneration, with a horrible attitude and that damn ugly leather jacket. Then there was Rose, with her shoulder length blonde hair, denim jeans, and the union jack shirt. Union Jack…Jack…Captain Jack. There he stood in his dark Greatcoat, his navy blue shirt and bracers. At that thought the Doctor began fumbling with his own bracers. Then he thought about what happened after they had cured everyone and the "empty child" was safely back with his mother. Saving Jack from his "borrowed" ship, then his own remembrance at how to dance, spinning Rose a few times around the console before dropping her off and taking Handsome Jack for a few turns, even though that was a name he'd never use to Jack's face, or anyone for that matter. The Master watched the Doctor's eyes glaze over as he got lost in the past, slowly slipping into jealousy, he decided to end his escort's paradise and bring him back to reality. Ever so slowly the Master fished for whatever heavy item he could find for a projectile, a-ha how unfortunate for the Doctor that the he had found one of his trainers. Taking a careful aim so as not to do any real damage the Master brought is arm back and let the item go. *Smack* apparently he had used more force than he thought, he watched the Doctor clutch his now throbbing shin. With a glare the Doctor looked from the master to the projectile "Bloody hell! Who in their right mind throws a SHOE?!" The Doctor reprimanded him. Only a few moments after though he put two and two together and knew the master was just trying to get his attention. " You know, you could have just tried talking to me, you didn't have to throw your trainer." He said. Then the Doctor remembered the Master's question and after a few moments of silence "I've always danced, you've just never bothered to ask." Pouting like the little kid he was on the inside, the Master sat on the couch with his legs drawn to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. "Humph, I'm not going." He grumbled. The Doctor sighed inwardly at that statement, "Why ever not Love?" he asked cheekily. The Master's eyes darted to the Doctor as he overcame his surprise and glared at him when he heard that last word. He announced sternly " 1. I am NOT your…love." He spat, "2. There isn't anything fun for me at a club and lastly if you ever call me love or any variations there-on I WILL end you." The Doctor looked shocked, "n-nothing fun? Dancing is fun, listening to music, shaking your groove thang." The Doctor stopped abruptly because of the look of complete horror the Master had plastered on his face.  "Never EVER say that again." He said. "You sure are limiting my vocabulary, by the end of the night I'll hardly be able to say anything." Said the Doctor, clearly amused. "Still, I'm not changing my mind, you've been moping around here for ages and so we're going out. And that's final." He said the last bit with mock anger. The Master, having always been able to read the Doctor like a book, was not convinced and he merely snickered at him and commented, "You really are a terrible actor." Realizing that he wasn't going to win this battle the Master got up from his spot on the couch and thought to himself that if he couldn't get out of going than the he would make the Doctor never want to take him out again. He smiled inwardly, thinking of just a few things that he could do. He stopped at the doorway and said, "okay fine, I'll go with you" and with that, he left the room. The Doctor was slightly taken aback, he assumed there was going to be more arguing, but as the Master walked out the Doctor peeked around the edge of the console to watch him leave. Just before he was out of sight the Doctor heard the Master say, "You know you aren't as devious as you think you are, and I can feel you staring." At this the Doctor jumped out of his thoughts and stared down at the console, a slight blush was now filling his cheeks as he walked around flipping a switch here, pulling a lever there, to get them into the time vortex.
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