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Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Title: Mend Your Ways
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Nine)
Word Count: (so far) 11,974
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Pairings: TenII/(Alt)Master (bit of TenII/Rose & Hart/Jones)
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Harold Saxon/Master, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones, John Hart
A/N: Most screen caps from the sonic biro site and the power of google-fu
Catch Up: Prologue, Welcome to Number Ten Mr Smith, Saxon and Smith, Enter the Judoon, A Good Expositional Explanation, Extreme Pictionary and a bit of Snogging, Not the Slow Path, Observation Station
MEND YOUR WAYS
‘Whatever hypno-crap you pulled on Jones is wearing off. We’re coming back to you now.’
The Doctor glared at the screen of the phone he had just pulled out of the Master’s coat pocket, which had been flung on the sofa seat next to where the Doctor sat once the Master had discovered some of the diagnostic equipment Torchwood London had stashed away.
The Master had immediately begun to study the coral to make sure it was ready to be implanted into his Tardis. The Doctor got up and stalked over to where the Master was working.
“What’ve you done to Ianto?” he demanded and thrust the phone under the Masters’ nose. Rose glanced over at them from another work station but didn’t intervene.
“Nothing,” the Master snapped, he waved the Doctor’s hand out of the way.
“Don’t lie to me,” he responded through gritted teeth. If he was going to do this, if he was going to run away following the Master then he couldn’t take being lied to.
The Master looked up, really looked at the Doctor’s face and sighed in resignation. He stood up. grabbed the doctor’s wrist and dragged him toward a board room, one wall of which was entirely made of glass.
“Sit,” the Master ordered. The Doctor did as he was told, the Master stayed standing. “I didn’t do anything, honestly.”
“That message-”
“Look I’ve always been a little...” he trailed off.
“Hypnotic?” the Doctor suggested, flashing briefly back to a dark warehouse where he’d sat with Jack and Martha, recounting old memories and savouring the taste of fish and chips. He wondered what they’d think if they saw him now.
“I was going to say skilled at persuasion,” the Master smirked. “But that works too. Look people tend to do what I ask with minimal coercion. Ianto wanted to help, you were and Miss Tyler is, albeit reluctantly; but all his training was telling him it’s a bad idea. I was rather emphatic when I asked him to help out, it pushed him in to the right direction,” the Master shrugged.
“You can’t just-” the Doctor began angrily.
“Who’s to say he wouldn’t have chosen to help eventually anyway? And to be honest I didn’t really think it’d work, stuck in this primitive body as I am,” he said, arms spread wide.
The Doctor scrubbed a hand across his face and through his hair. “Don’t do it again,” he said quietly.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” the Master responded, voice suddenly cold. “Have you forgotten who we are? You are just a pathetic little human and I, I am your Master.”
“By choice, I’m choosing to go with you,” the Doctor answered, locking eyes with the Master. “I can’t travel with you; I can’t be with you if you’re going to do things like that. Especially without telling me,” he added. The Master didn’t answer but he inclined his head slightly. The Doctor knew the Master had understood; whether he’d do as asked was another matter.
At least he’d said it; his terms were on the table.
The Master smiled suddenly, pulled out the chair next to the Doctor’s and slid it right next to his so the arms were pressing together. “Are you excited, John?” he asked.
“Excited?” the Doctor asked, thrown by the name use for a moment. “About what?”
“About coming with me. Travelling the stars with me,” he said with a grin and leant closer.
“Yes, yes of course,” he whispered. He inhaled sharply as the Master leaned his forehead against the side of the Doctor’s own.
“No need to own it,” the Master muttered, eyes closed and seemingly to himself. “To see it, to just see all of time of space, with you, privilege enough.”
A flash, so brief the Doctor wasn’t even sure. The briefest of images, the Master - blonde?- standing over him. He was tied down. Wilf in sight just over the Master’s shoulder, but the Doctor, because he was the Doctor, two heartbeats and everything. The Doctor only had eyes for the Master
.
And then he was back in the board room, the Master staring at him wide-eyed. “That was...odd,” he said.
“What did you-?” the Doctor began, but was interrupted as Rose stepped into the room.
“They’re back,” she said shortly and left again. The Master was after her in little more than a blink of an eye. The odd moment before, their conversation, the Doctor himself all forgotten in the face of the fob watch. The Doctor supposed he couldn’t blame him really, but it stung none the less as he trailed up into the main hub after the Master.
“Give it to me,” the Master demanded when he reached the group. His hand outstretched toward Ianto. Ianto looked hesitant.
“What did you do to me?” he asked.
“Nothing, a little subliminal suggestion,” he snapped. “Give me that,” he demanded again and stepped forward. Ianto pulled his gun.
“Ianto,” Rose said warningly. “Let’s not let things get out of hand.”
“He barely even realises he’s doing it half the time,” the Doctor lied. The Master glanced at him briefly, sly but grateful. “Give it to me, I’ll look after it,” he offered.
“You’ll just give it straight to him!” Ianto retorted.
“I won’t, not yet anyway, I promise.” The Master shot him an angry look but stayed quiet. Maybe he thought the Doctor was just playing along, that he would hand it straight over no matter what he said to Ianto.
“Why would you do that?” Ianto asked suspiciously.
“He’s human at the moment, a bit of hay in a massive haystack. If he opens that watch it’ll be sticking a bright flashing target on his head for the Time Lords to find,” the Doctor explained.
“We’ll be long gone before they get here,” the Master argued. “If you would just hand that over,” he growled at Ianto.
“Can you fix the ship as you are now?” Rose asked. “Human?”
“He can,” the Doctor answered because he knew the Master wouldn’t. Rose nodded.
“Then give it to the Doctor, Ianto.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes, give it to him.”
The Doctor felt a jolt as he closed his hands around the warm metal. It felt familiar, different, and amazing all at once. He slipped it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
“Now what?” Hart asked.
“Now, we fix the Master’s Tardis,” the Doctor responded after a moment of silence during which the Master continued to glare at him.
As one each terminal began to blare at them shrilly. Rose darted over to the nearest one, “It’s a ship.”
The Master walked over and looked over her shoulder, “Judoon. Didn’t we just get rid of them?” he asked lightly.
“UNIT is picking up an energy build-up in the ship,” Ianto reported from where he’d pulled up a chair at another work station.
A few moments later the Doctor was blinking up at the ceiling of the basement, coughing up dust. The ground shook with aftershocks of what he assumed had been the impact of the Judoon’s weapons fire.
“Brilliant,” he heard the Master mutter, just before half the ceiling caved in.
Title: Mend Your Ways
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Nine)
Word Count: (so far) 11,974
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Pairings: TenII/(Alt)Master (bit of TenII/Rose & Hart/Jones)
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Harold Saxon/Master, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones, John Hart
A/N: Most screen caps from the sonic biro site and the power of google-fu
Catch Up: Prologue, Welcome to Number Ten Mr Smith, Saxon and Smith, Enter the Judoon, A Good Expositional Explanation, Extreme Pictionary and a bit of Snogging, Not the Slow Path, Observation Station
MEND YOUR WAYS
‘Whatever hypno-crap you pulled on Jones is wearing off. We’re coming back to you now.’
The Doctor glared at the screen of the phone he had just pulled out of the Master’s coat pocket, which had been flung on the sofa seat next to where the Doctor sat once the Master had discovered some of the diagnostic equipment Torchwood London had stashed away.
The Master had immediately begun to study the coral to make sure it was ready to be implanted into his Tardis. The Doctor got up and stalked over to where the Master was working.
“What’ve you done to Ianto?” he demanded and thrust the phone under the Masters’ nose. Rose glanced over at them from another work station but didn’t intervene.
“Nothing,” the Master snapped, he waved the Doctor’s hand out of the way.
“Don’t lie to me,” he responded through gritted teeth. If he was going to do this, if he was going to run away following the Master then he couldn’t take being lied to.
The Master looked up, really looked at the Doctor’s face and sighed in resignation. He stood up. grabbed the doctor’s wrist and dragged him toward a board room, one wall of which was entirely made of glass.
“Sit,” the Master ordered. The Doctor did as he was told, the Master stayed standing. “I didn’t do anything, honestly.”
“That message-”
“Look I’ve always been a little...” he trailed off.
“Hypnotic?” the Doctor suggested, flashing briefly back to a dark warehouse where he’d sat with Jack and Martha, recounting old memories and savouring the taste of fish and chips. He wondered what they’d think if they saw him now.
“I was going to say skilled at persuasion,” the Master smirked. “But that works too. Look people tend to do what I ask with minimal coercion. Ianto wanted to help, you were and Miss Tyler is, albeit reluctantly; but all his training was telling him it’s a bad idea. I was rather emphatic when I asked him to help out, it pushed him in to the right direction,” the Master shrugged.
“You can’t just-” the Doctor began angrily.
“Who’s to say he wouldn’t have chosen to help eventually anyway? And to be honest I didn’t really think it’d work, stuck in this primitive body as I am,” he said, arms spread wide.
The Doctor scrubbed a hand across his face and through his hair. “Don’t do it again,” he said quietly.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” the Master responded, voice suddenly cold. “Have you forgotten who we are? You are just a pathetic little human and I, I am your Master.”
“By choice, I’m choosing to go with you,” the Doctor answered, locking eyes with the Master. “I can’t travel with you; I can’t be with you if you’re going to do things like that. Especially without telling me,” he added. The Master didn’t answer but he inclined his head slightly. The Doctor knew the Master had understood; whether he’d do as asked was another matter.
At least he’d said it; his terms were on the table.
The Master smiled suddenly, pulled out the chair next to the Doctor’s and slid it right next to his so the arms were pressing together. “Are you excited, John?” he asked.
“Excited?” the Doctor asked, thrown by the name use for a moment. “About what?”
“About coming with me. Travelling the stars with me,” he said with a grin and leant closer.
“Yes, yes of course,” he whispered. He inhaled sharply as the Master leaned his forehead against the side of the Doctor’s own.
“No need to own it,” the Master muttered, eyes closed and seemingly to himself. “To see it, to just see all of time of space, with you, privilege enough.”
A flash, so brief the Doctor wasn’t even sure. The briefest of images, the Master - blonde?- standing over him. He was tied down. Wilf in sight just over the Master’s shoulder, but the Doctor, because he was the Doctor, two heartbeats and everything. The Doctor only had eyes for the Master
.
And then he was back in the board room, the Master staring at him wide-eyed. “That was...odd,” he said.
“What did you-?” the Doctor began, but was interrupted as Rose stepped into the room.
“They’re back,” she said shortly and left again. The Master was after her in little more than a blink of an eye. The odd moment before, their conversation, the Doctor himself all forgotten in the face of the fob watch. The Doctor supposed he couldn’t blame him really, but it stung none the less as he trailed up into the main hub after the Master.
“Give it to me,” the Master demanded when he reached the group. His hand outstretched toward Ianto. Ianto looked hesitant.
“What did you do to me?” he asked.
“Nothing, a little subliminal suggestion,” he snapped. “Give me that,” he demanded again and stepped forward. Ianto pulled his gun.
“Ianto,” Rose said warningly. “Let’s not let things get out of hand.”
“He barely even realises he’s doing it half the time,” the Doctor lied. The Master glanced at him briefly, sly but grateful. “Give it to me, I’ll look after it,” he offered.
“You’ll just give it straight to him!” Ianto retorted.
“I won’t, not yet anyway, I promise.” The Master shot him an angry look but stayed quiet. Maybe he thought the Doctor was just playing along, that he would hand it straight over no matter what he said to Ianto.
“Why would you do that?” Ianto asked suspiciously.
“He’s human at the moment, a bit of hay in a massive haystack. If he opens that watch it’ll be sticking a bright flashing target on his head for the Time Lords to find,” the Doctor explained.
“We’ll be long gone before they get here,” the Master argued. “If you would just hand that over,” he growled at Ianto.
“Can you fix the ship as you are now?” Rose asked. “Human?”
“He can,” the Doctor answered because he knew the Master wouldn’t. Rose nodded.
“Then give it to the Doctor, Ianto.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes, give it to him.”
The Doctor felt a jolt as he closed his hands around the warm metal. It felt familiar, different, and amazing all at once. He slipped it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
“Now what?” Hart asked.
“Now, we fix the Master’s Tardis,” the Doctor responded after a moment of silence during which the Master continued to glare at him.
As one each terminal began to blare at them shrilly. Rose darted over to the nearest one, “It’s a ship.”
The Master walked over and looked over her shoulder, “Judoon. Didn’t we just get rid of them?” he asked lightly.
“UNIT is picking up an energy build-up in the ship,” Ianto reported from where he’d pulled up a chair at another work station.
A few moments later the Doctor was blinking up at the ceiling of the basement, coughing up dust. The ground shook with aftershocks of what he assumed had been the impact of the Judoon’s weapons fire.
“Brilliant,” he heard the Master mutter, just before half the ceiling caved in.
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