The Master's Log

basicallyfillinginfortheskull:

themasterinthetardis:

-He’s rather taken by the fact that a human is here to apologize to him and explain his side of the situation without lashing out at his.- Oh, I suppose I won’t turn up on your doorstep with your child. Just, don’t lose out on an opportunity. Life is just a jumbled bunch of fixed events, so don’t choose the wrong outcome or you’ll end up either dead, or miserable, or both. 

I understand, Doctor Watson. -Will be delivering something else later today, so with that plan already taking course in his mind, he gives him a politician’s grin.- Could I get you anything? Coffee, tea, cyanide? 

I don’t think there’s really going to be a wrong outcome for Sherlock and I so long as we continue making the big life decisions together, rather than apart. Neither of us are ready for the responsibility of raising a child, not just yet. The opportunity won’t be missed, either, because my sister’s eggs are already in stasis, so it’s only a matter of gathering samples from Sherlock. Assuming that’s the route we wish to take. I always promised myself that I’d adopt, to be quite honest with you. There are already so many children in the world that are in desperate need of a family to look after them.

[John eyes Koschei warily, but he shrugs off the suspicion that the Time Lord is up to anything for now.]

No, thank you. I’m not thirsty at all. Just… tired. Very tired. Might nap soon, for just a little while. Hopefully this time I won’t wake up as a hedgehog.

That’s probably for the best…. I just want you two to be happy. At least one being deserves to be happy in this entire bloody universe and if it could be anyone, it should be y- -he paused and made the link in his head, stepping back in vague surprise.-

thetenthdoctah:

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

Master I need you.

Come here.

-Goes over to him.- Doctor?

*latches onto*

-Holds him close.- Are you all right?

Yes. *nuzzles, kissing him* Now I am.

-Kisses him back and runs a hand through his hair.-

thetenthdoctah:

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

themasterinthetardis:

The Master got up very early and set out on his latest plan. He put on a snug tank top and his swimming briefs, then slipped on his flip-flops and grabbed a small box from under their bed. It wasn’t a toy, but a pair of arm floaties that he’d designed for the Doctor. 

Stepping around to the Doctor’s side of the bed, he pokes him awake as he starts to blow up the arm floaties. “Come on, Doctor. We have things to do, and then I’ll make you some breakfast.”

The poor Time Lord at the subject of the plan was not in the least bit prepared though, rolling over in his sleep to where his back was towards his lover, pulling the pillow and covers over his lanky frame. He didn’t want to get up, especially right now. “Nnnnhhhhh I dunwanna….” he mumbled, but after enduring moments of listening to the inflation of whatever he had, the Doctor turned around, looking quizzically at him.

“….what?”

He pushed the stopper in on one of the floaties and pulled the Doctor’s night shirt off while he was still barely away. Less fuss that way. Then, the floaties were slid onto the Doctor’s arms and the Master held out his hands to lead him from the bed.

“We’re going to go stand in the pool. Get your swimming gear on, and before you say anything, it took me days to make those floaties for you, so you’re at least going to stand in the shallow end of the pool with me.” he frowned and went over to the dresser, finding a pair of pinstriped speedos. He rolled his eyes and tossed them back at the Doctor, along with another pair of swimming briefs and a pair of longer swimming trunks. “Take your pick, but hurry up.”

Taken aback by the sudden lack of warm shirt and cold air the Doctor let out a sort of crying whine, allowing him self to be manipulated however the Master saw fit, which in hind sight was not all that bad. With a groan and a feeble attempt to stand, the Doctor stripped down without any regards to audience, pulling on the longer trunks as he yawned, baring teeth to the world. “Couldn’t this wait until I’ve woken up some? M’ gonna….” wait. They were going in the pool? Mouth agape into something that looked like horror, he took steps backwards. “No, Nononononononooooo I am NOT getting in water! Nuh-uh! No way!”

“Oh, yes you are.” He turned back to see the Doctor’s expression and instantly changed his tone. “We’re just going to stand in the shallow end. I’ll be right there beside you!” 

The Master walks over and gives him a rather convincing smile. “Come on, Doctor. For me?”

thetenthdoctah:

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

Master I need you.

Come here.

-Goes over to him.- Doctor?

*latches onto*

-Holds him close.- Are you all right?

thetenthdoctah:

Master I need you.

Come here.

-Goes over to him.- Doctor?

thetenthdoctah:

themasterinthetardis:

The Master got up very early and set out on his latest plan. He put on a snug tank top and his swimming briefs, then slipped on his flip-flops and grabbed a small box from under their bed. It wasn’t a toy, but a pair of arm floaties that he’d designed for the Doctor. 

Stepping around to the Doctor’s side of the bed, he pokes him awake as he starts to blow up the arm floaties. “Come on, Doctor. We have things to do, and then I’ll make you some breakfast.”

The poor Time Lord at the subject of the plan was not in the least bit prepared though, rolling over in his sleep to where his back was towards his lover, pulling the pillow and covers over his lanky frame. He didn’t want to get up, especially right now. “Nnnnhhhhh I dunwanna….” he mumbled, but after enduring moments of listening to the inflation of whatever he had, the Doctor turned around, looking quizzically at him.

“….what?”

He pushed the stopper in on one of the floaties and pulled the Doctor’s night shirt off while he was still barely away. Less fuss that way. Then, the floaties were slid onto the Doctor’s arms and the Master held out his hands to lead him from the bed.

“We’re going to go stand in the pool. Get your swimming gear on, and before you say anything, it took me days to make those floaties for you, so you’re at least going to stand in the shallow end of the pool with me.” he frowned and went over to the dresser, finding a pair of pinstriped speedos. He rolled his eyes and tossed them back at the Doctor, along with another pair of swimming briefs and a pair of longer swimming trunks. “Take your pick, but hurry up.”

The Master got up very early and set out on his latest plan. He put on a snug tank top and his swimming briefs, then slipped on his flip-flops and grabbed a small box from under their bed. It wasn’t a toy, but a pair of arm floaties that he’d designed for the Doctor. 

Stepping around to the Doctor’s side of the bed, he pokes him awake as he starts to blow up the arm floaties. “Come on, Doctor. We have things to do, and then I’ll make you some breakfast.”

basicallyfillinginfortheskull:

themasterinthetardis:

basicallyfillinginfortheskull:

themasterinthetardis:

I think you’ll find that it is, now that the means are available. He’ll probably even want to do it himself. Insert his genetic material into the frozen Watson line’s genetic material, that is.

This conversation is finished. I won’t discuss it with you any further.

I’m all right with that, because you know I’m right.

You’re wrong, actually, but it doesn’t matter because I’m not having this conversation with you anymore. You don’t listen, there’s no point. You’re forcing your ideals and desires down my throat because you had whatever experience it was in which apparently you died, were brought back, and so forth.

I’ve tried to be as kind as I can to you. I have been as supportive as I can be, I know you’ve been through something incredibly difficult for you and I am not the type of man who is incapable of empathizing with someone whether we get along or not. But you are not kind to me, at all, and you continually force these things on me in ways that I just don’t appreciate at all. It just isn’t any of your business.

I hope your headache has departed and that you’re feeling better since then, but I will not be your plaything any longer.

-Very offended.- I think that you’re the one that doesn’t understand. -Takes his leave and returns to the TARDIS.-

basicallyfillinginfortheskull:

themasterinthetardis:

I think you’ll find that it is, now that the means are available. He’ll probably even want to do it himself. Insert his genetic material into the frozen Watson line’s genetic material, that is.

This conversation is finished. I won’t discuss it with you any further.

I’m all right with that, because you know I’m right.