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Characters: The Ninth Doctor charmandsmiles and Irving Braxiatel trechier
Location: Nine's TARDIS/wherever Brax is
Time: Sometime after Nine gets rejected by his crazy ex-boyfriend. Again. :|
Summary: ...I think I pretty much just summed it up right there. XD Nine is depressed, Brax mocks his pain cheers him up in a brotherly fashion.




The Doctor was in his TARDIS gardens, sitting against one of the Kadenwood trees from Straxus' universe. His gardens seemed to be filled with bits of other universes...Straxus', Omega's, Dorothy's, and a new one he hadn't quite identified yet. But he loved it, because it was a constant reminder that he wasn't alone. Not that he really was, anymore, now that he had Jack, but still. He visited the gardens often when Omega and Dorothy were away. When he needed to brood.

And he did. He didn't know what to make of the Master anymore...not that he had in the first place. He wondered if maybe it really was his fault. If the Master was refusing to be himself because he wasn't good enough.

So just what does a best enemy get you that you can't get anywhere else? Oliver had asked.

What d'you think it gets me?

Hurt.

Oliver was right. But the kind of hurt he was feeling was all wrong, and he didn't know how to fix it.

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To Braxiatel's credit, he didn't laugh yet. He retreated behind a bland, mild, completely blank expression, the sort he would often use to irritate his friends and vex his enemies. "As I recall, Koschei was less 'hot' and more 'flaming,' and never particularly frigid." He punctuated the remark with a drink from his tea.

To Braxiatel, the Master was wasted potential. All he could have been was self-destroying, consumed by his own insanity.