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[montypython]

Help me! I'm writing a fanfic at the moment about how after the Master regenerated in the Doctor's TARDIS, he picked up the Doctor's habits. This can be seen in the way he's a lot more hyperactive, he likes jelly babies and he wears a cape. However, I was hoping to add more habits - one for each incarnation of the Doctor, in fact. But since I've only seen up to Baker's era, I was hoping you guys could advise me on the quirks and habits of the other Doctors. Here's what I've got so far:

First Doctor: Yana's outfit, and saying, "Eh?". More ideas would be appreciated
Second Doctor: Playing the recorder. I'm pretty happy with this one, so I don't need more
Third Doctor: The cape. Again, I'm happy to leave it at this. I might insert some Venusian karate at a later stage
Fourth Doctor: JELLY BABIES!
Fifth Doctor: Interest in cricket
Sixth Doctor: Multicoloured coat, but I'm not really sure. Also maybe a tendency to go a bit crazy. I'd like help with this one
Seventh Doctor: Absolutely no idea
Eighth Doctor: Absolutely no idea
Ninth Doctor: Tendency to be a bit moody, or the closely cropped hair
Tenth Doctor: Hyper and sexy
General: Screwdriver, want of a companion

Please help me out. If you like I'll post the finished story on here.

[Sulp Niar]

This is a great idea for a story, actually.

[montypython]

Thanks for your help, Sulp

Here are the first few chapters of the fic:

I am the Doc-... I mean Master

He had been on Earth for about a week, using his time to build up his trap for the Doctor. He smiled to himself as he thought of the brilliance of his plan, to disguise himself as a lovable politician. Sometimes he felt so pleased with himself he could almost ignore the constant beating of the drums in his head. All he had to do was think of his plan, and they would slowly subside.

And then the cravings started.

He didn’t know what was happening. The only things he’d ever craved before were power, universal domination, and to be rid of the Doctor. But this was different. This was like nothing he had ever experienced before. And he came to the conclusion that in order to stop his cravings driving him insane, he would have to give in to them. And so, one Monday morning, the little known Harold Saxon walked into a small lolly shop on a street corner.

“Jellybabies, please.”

(-)

He liked wearing the suit, no question about it. The public expected nothing less of a politician. But he felt he needed something to stand out from the rest. Although he had hypnotic abilities capable of making the whole country do what he wanted, he felt he should distinguish himself from all those other boring pollies.

Which was when he discovered the Cape.

His first thought was that it was completely out of fashion – who wore capes anymore? But the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. There was something dashing and elegant about the Cape, something that you just couldn’t find with any other item of clothing. Furthermore, the Cape symbolised superheroes, and his aim as Harold Saxon was to be a hero in the eyes of the people.

Yet, as he tried it on, there was something nagging him in the back of his mind. He had a distant memory of a similar cape, a cape that represented everything he despised. If he could concentrate really hard, he might just remember...

Screw it, he thought. The Cape just looks too damn good on me.

(-)

After coming into the company of a young woman named Lucy, he decided that having someone to back him up and help him in his rise to power wasn’t such a bad idea. If he could convince her to join him, he would have even more influence.

The sex wasn’t bad either.

But what he liked most about Lucy was her loyalty. Though he'd known her only for a short time, he knew she would follow him to the end of the Earth (and, should his plan be successful, that would most likely be the case). She helped him get out of tight spots and she held him when he’d had a hard day. She asked him questions, and he enjoyed explaining new concepts and ideas to her. There were times when he felt truly content, knowing that there was something he had with Lucy that he just couldn’t get through an alliance with the Daleks or the enslavement of the Ogrons.

He had companionship.

(-)

More to come!

[montypython]

Another few chapters for you

It started with a slip of the tongue.

Literally. He’d been participating in a debate against a very nervous Harriet Jones, and was, naturally, winning. He pointed a threatening finger at his opponent and prepared to make his final remark.

“And that is why you are no longer fit to be Prime Minister, Harrriet Jones,” he declared. He paused, confused. Something wasn’t right. Something he’d said. He decided he needed to leave. He gave one of his trademark grins, and walked out.

That night, and for many nights afterwards, he’d look at himself in front of the mirror, and talk.

“Hello, my name is Harrrold Sax... Harrrold ... Hello, my name is Harrold Saxon ... Harrold ... Harold...”

He clenched his teeth together, until it was not humanly (or Time Lordly) possible to roll that r. Over time, he managed to rid himself of any trace of a Scottish accent. And on the occasion that he did slip up, his story that his mother was half-Scottish seemed to hold.

Still, he sometimes wondered where that accent came from...

(-)

He knew he had to be seen at the big events. That was what famous and popular people did. It suggested that he understood the arts and culture, which was very good for his image. It also suggested that he was in touch with the people, and not just someone who was separate and superior to them.

Although he, of course, was.

But somewhere between the trips to the opera, the theatre, and church (which was no easy task), he found himself wanting more. This regeneration was, though still pure evil, also fun. This regeneration desired something new. Which was why he arranged for the tickets, and the seats in the VIP section.

The event was televised, plus it was on the news that night. As a result, he got publicity all over the country saying that he was a down-to-earth, fun, easy-going politician.

He also got to watch a bloody good game of cricket.

(-)

Of the few times he’d regenerated before, he’d had enough hair to comb back and smother in oil. He liked that look – it showed that he was the boss, and he meant business.

Sort of like the Godfather.

But this time it was different. As he ran his hands through his hair, he realised how very little he had. He certainly wasn’t bald, but this closely cropped hair was something that he certainly wasn't used to.

Yet, as time passed, he found that it wasn’t really that bad. He saved a fortune on oils, and he stopped finding strands of hair everywhere. Lucy said she loved the way she could run her hands right through to his scalp, and it was a lot easier to maintain. Soon it became part of his image – that he was neat, clean and trim.

The only disadvantage was that it made him damn cold during winter.

[Ickabod]

7th Doctor- umbrella with the handle shaped like a question mark

6th Doctor - cat badges on his coat

3rd Doctor - Roadster

looking fantastic Monty