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"Moving Violation"
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: Not mine, no money.
The Master stopped walking and gaped in surprise at what he saw.
The bright yellow Edwardian roadster was parked illegally. It probably didn’t matter, since the car itself was illegal in this time and place; its license plate and registration were English, not American, as was the car itself. A double whammy in the eyes of the NYPD, but the car sat oddly unticketed in its illegal spot on the yellow line in front of Macy’s.
The Master walked around the car, staring at the vanity plate on its back bumper.
Doctor 8.
“Well. Another regeneration,” he said softly. “It could only be an improvement on the last one.” He withdrew into a doorway to wait.
A tall figure emerged from Macy’s, swinging a shopping bag and whistling a carefree tune. The Master caught a glimpse of blond hair beneath the white Panama hat with its bright orange hatband.
“A little regression, hmm?” The Master murmured, and for some reason the pace of his hearts quickened. He frowned. Something about the figure wasn’t right; the way it moved, maybe…
The shopping bag was tossed into the roadster’s back seat and the figure opened the driver’s side door, slipping in behind the wheel. The Master decided to make his move.
“Hello, Doc — “ the driver’s head turned at the sound of his voice, and he broke off in shock.
Cross-gender regeneration wasn’t unknown on Gallifrey, but it was extremely rare. The Master had never seen an example of it himself… until now.
“Hello!” the beautiful blonde called cheerfully, giving him a friendly little wave. Her deep blue eyes were wide and innocent, and her smile was brilliant, two thousand watts. The Master stood stunned, staring in slackjawed astonishment at this unbelievably gorgeous female version of the Doctor’s fifth incarnation. Finally, the astounded Time Lord found his voice.
“I don’t… I… I… how did… this is… you’re…”
The beautiful girl laughed.
“Yeah, I get that a lot!” she agreed, starting the car. The radio blared into life, blasting an old Divinyls song.
Angelina stared at the man in black velvet who stood gaping at her like he’d never seen a woman before. As a supermodel, she was used to men behaving like this, being reduced to incoherent babbling by the mere sight of her. Grinning wickedly, she decided to have a little fun with him. She raised her eyebrows at her admirer and began to mouth the words to the song at him:
Think I would die if you were to ignore me
If you could see how much I adore you
I’d get down on my knees, I’d do anything for you!
I don’t want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Oh, I don’t want anybody else, oh no oh no oh no — yeah!
The Master stood blinking in disbelief as this breathtakingly beautiful new Doctor revved the engine of her roadster and sped off, blowing him a kiss over her shoulder.
After a moment he turned and headed back to his TARDIS, his plans for disrupting a world trade summit at the United Nations building completely forgotten. Now he had only two items on his agenda: A cold shower (when I think about you, I touch myself, his mind supplied irreverently) followed by locating the seventh Doctor in his time stream and killing him so he’d regenerate!
FINIS.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: For those of you who’ve not read my other fics, the beautiful blonde supermodel is the fifth Doctor’s daughter with Tegan Jovanka.
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