So I had this thought, The Master's finest plan. He sneaks in to the Doctor's TARDIS and plants many small cameras. Then leaves a large box of lollipops banking on the hope that the sugar cravings carried over in the regeneration. I was going write it into a glorious crack fic but this came out in stead.
And then in the throes of porn-y art I did something from
x_losfic's What Rassilon Hath Joined Together Which I have read like nine times. Though I realise now I got the colours completely wrong. I'm the captain of the fail boat.