doctorfive replied to your post“The Master and the Doctor sitting in a tree F-U-C-K-I-N-G.”"But not totally impossible, I’d imagine."
"Getting ideas, my dear Doctor?"
"That keen on a tree are you?"
"Ah." He rubbed his hands together and looked around. "Well, I am aware that I’m— something of a celebrity on certain worlds. I don’t doubt that I may have ‘fangirls’, and probably some of any other gender.” He smiled.
"I see." Unsurprising, given that this version of himself was so much older, but still the thought of Turlough being gone bothered him a small bit. "Yes, that is where I am. Turlough and Kamelion. Tegan hasn’t been gone very long at all. Odd to think those are distant memories for you." He wished on some level they were distant for him as well; he did grow tired of missing friends, and here he was almost missing one before he was even gone.
He turned the corner into the kitchen and made for the kettle, cheering up his voice to try and keep the conversation light. “So how long have you been travelling with your current companion?”
"I— uh— well. I’m sure they’re doing just famously, old chap, hmm?" He smiled and fingered the lapel of his jacket momentarily before frowning and forging onwards. "New friends and new places to see. A touch of eternity."
The cheerful voice the other self questioned him with was severely trying at best, and the query itself was unwelcome. The Doctor cast a sullen glower at the other man before seating himself at the table. “It’s been on and off,” he explained superciliously, tilting his jaw upwards and offering a light smile. “Relatively speaking, she’s been with me a few years.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he nodded after a moment. “That makes sense with—well, with how you look.” He sighed and looked down the corridor. “Say, how about we have a cup of tea if we’re going to keep this conversation going?” He began walking without waiting for an answer to his question, feeling a growing curiosity about what his future held. He couldn’t ask too much, but he could ask vague questions, at least.
"I—ah—I suppose it’s safe to say Turlough’s been gone for some time for you, hm? Are you currently traveling with someone or are you zipping about on your own?"
He drew his arms in front of himself quickly to cross them and frown, but did not deign to reply to that. His younger self was insufferable. With a few long skips he made up the distance and strode alongside his counterpart. “Quite. I suppose we must maintain some semblance of hospitality.” In response to the question he smiled. “Ah. That’s where you are? I’m traveling with a friend, yes, but not Turlough.”
AU where the Fifth Doctor flips off whatever he’s running from.
I WANT TO DRAW THIS.
I REGRET NOTHING
Bless your heart.
THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
He sighed, then slipped his hands into his pockets and offered a grin. “Well, I won’t argue with good taste.”
Well, no, not anymore. [dashes off]