...they did not just Go There.

Edit: Had this friendslocked because it was a draft, but a number of people have been asking after it, so I'm making it public.

So that Master/Doctor/Jack ficspam I've been doing recently? I think it's turning into a full-blown series. Possibly quite a few plotless, continuityless, shamelessly kinky, vaguely wrong PWPs with pretentious titles. Merf? This is a new sort of thing for me to be writing.

I'm pretty sure this is the fourth, not the third--I know what the third should be and I haven't written it yet--but this burst out of me like an alienbaby today and I'd like to get it off my chest before it keeps chewing.

(Also need to do a revision run on the second and officially post it to comms. Should do that soon. Also designing website; should do that first. Aflaaaaack!)

The second sequel I wasn't planning to write to A Brief Lecture on the Appeal of Constants. Just Master/Jack this time. BDSM as always. And, er, what one might expect the Master to do with somebody like Jack at his disposal. Pseudo-snuff, should I call it? Um. And weird Time Lord extra senses. Still of course in slashfic la-la-land outside of continuity; still character spoilers for Utopia and Sound of Drums.

(In terms of a character having an unexpected reaction and emotional development, this was actually one of the more interesting things I've ever written. This did not end where either the Master or I expected it to. But that's just authorial nattering.)

( It's so simple, really. Simple, and inevitable. )