he puts down a large jug of reddish juice on the cart as well a a plate of more food, mot of which was different kinds of shellfish. “Enjoying yourself?” he asks. walking to the pile of blanket that was the Master, and uncovering her face. “Good that’s good I want you too.” he gave her a deep kiss then Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.
She looked over at the reddish juice and doesn’t dare to frown at the shellfish even though it doesn’t look all that appetizing compared to some of the other options. Inquiring as to why Torvic was suddenly being so nice to her was constantly at the very front of her mind, yet she knew that it wasn’t something that could be asked. The Time Lord leaned into the kiss as she’d been trained to, giving back twice the enjoyment that she was told she was receiving.
“Ah, wrong me. The Stygian Nerd is whom I referred to. A relapse? Well, that’s unfortunate. Nothing you can’t fix, I hope. Glad jack is helping you, good on him. So, Gwen stabbed you, huh? Explains why i got kicked out of Torchwood and why you and her were arguing, followed by an argument with an 11th regeneration of The Doctor after.I peak at security feeds, or I used to. So, the people you hurt, whom may they be? I wish to know so I steer clear of them. I really don’t want to be mugged cause I look like you. Sadly, only we can understand us. I don’t know why…The Time Lords, Rassilon mostly but the other Council Members during the Time War had a hand as well, and of course The Doctor broke us very early on, and those pieces can never fit back correctly again.”
"We might have the same face, but my hair is grey, and I walk differently than you. Not to mention, I wear jumpers and jeans and trousers, and my black coat. All one has to do it lift up m shirt to see that I’m the one they’re looking for." the Master explained, ignoring the other Master’s concern. "I went after your Gwen…. my Gwen…. and her Doctor. I couldn’t get to the others. I doubt if the Humans will come after you. I killed any bystanders, which is how I ended up killing four Humans. As for getting back into Torchwood, simply insist that you’re not like me. I told you how to fix the feeds by giving you the password."
A Large screen had became a part of the wall. the remote lay on the sofa. All he had to do was turn it on and basic earth cable from the early 2000’s would play.
The Harrier comes back 8 hours later.
The Freak was very much pleased with this, seeing as she had become incredibly fond of television. Within a few minutes she’d set it on a documentary, gotten something to snack on, and moved to her bed, finding it to be cloud-like, though there were too many pillows for her liking. Why would anyone need almost half a bed’s worth of pillows? For storing snacks, of course! In slid a box that most likely contained pastries of some sort, safe for when the cart was gone.
When the Harrier enters, she almost doesn’t acknowledge him, seeing as she’s much more interested in the badgers on the tele. She had wrapped herself inside a large, fluffy blanket, and her face was barely visible, seeing as it was only her eyes that were uncovered. “Greetings to you, Harrier.” she said, turning off the television as soon as she had said her greeting.
“N’aw,” John shook his head. He wasn’t feeling a hundred percent at the moment and attempting to ingest anything seemed like and awful idea. He looked around for another moment before remember Jack chiding him to ‘play nice’ with a look that glared icy daggers at him. “Thanks though.” Jack had always been the only person who could ever reign John in, even just a bit.
“So are you and Jack…?” John waved his hand. He wasn’t even entirely sure what he was asking, but the reaction the man had, whatever it was, would probably answer the underlying question of who this man in front of him was and what his relation to Jack was.
"All right." replied the Master, watching John just as closely he was watching him. He watched his hand as it moved around and he looked at him with a somewhat curious expression. "Are Jack and I what? We have a son, but it’s not right to tie him down. He’s too open and free and willing and ready. Making him stop would only cause conflicts, and I’m in no mood for anymore of those than I already have to deal with, thank you.”
The Time Lord finished off his tea and moved over to rinse out his cup, and dry it off so that he could put it back in the cupboard. “What about you? What’s your relationship with him?” asked the Master, already knowing a little bit about him. Still, he only knew Jack’s take on it, and while he trusted him more than anyone, the points that compared would be the ones that were true.
“Oi! You there! yes, you. Come here. What did you do this time, eh? What cockamamie scheme did you go and blunder about and burn all you set about and built, eh? Oh, we are a mess aren’t we? Alright, I’ve heard rumors and stories and…well, you probably have heard them all as well. What have we, I mean you, done this time and how many people are left who like us and how can we fix it? I mean you, how can you. No, I mean we! I’m new here, and what you do, as we are we and you are me, affects the other, namely me. Gwen threw me out of Torchwood, I’m living in your house with Styg, if that still is your house.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Point is, what did you do and how can it be fixed?”
"Do excuse me, but you know that we are rather prone to breakdowns. I’ve gotten treatment, but not before I beat a Doctor into a coma, and took several other people on walks. Gwen stabbed me when I threw her against a wall. Don’t look at me like that. I wasn’t in my right mind at the time. I just wanted someone to understand! Oh, and four Humans got in my way as well. That’s when Jack took me away." explained the Master, frowning at his other self as he stated that he had invited himself into his home. This was not true. "Also, you’re not in my house, because I’m living in my house with Jack. Not to mention the fact that you wouldn’t be able to find it. If my old flat is still around, rent it out. Use the psychic paper if you have to. Might I ask who ‘Styg’ is?"
…I have no idea what you just said, but I have a feeling it wasn’t very nice. [He pokes at the Master’s shoulder.] I’m still here, you know. Right by your side. Literally as well as metaphorically.
-Looks over at the Doctor as he’s poked.- I simply wanted everything to work out. I wanted a life and a family, but I can’t have that, can I? I get this, and eternity, and you. Anything that’s not from our line doesn’t even matter to you, does it? -He searches the Doctor’s face for an answer.- I feel like I’m losing myself again, and what I’m becoming isn’t anything that I, or anyone else wants. I don’t want to be that thing on the fourth floor that you warn your companions about. I want to be the Master, and I want…. perhaps that’s the issue. There’s nothing to want anymore.
He got up after two hours. Gently lifting her head and putting it back down on a sofa pillow. She had shifted into REM for a bit but soon drifted off back.
He’ll come back in 11 hours to see if shes awake. He had items to get to help his plan to work.
Within about three hours, she’s up, and exploring the new layout to the room. The cart had been left there, so she helped herself to what was on it, nibbling on bits of this and that, hiding certain items around the room in case the cart wasn’t there. The Time Lord’s body had processed the food and sleep into her reserves, and she was slowly getting less complacent and more lively. Unfortunately, this also meant restless. Until- was that a television?
No! No, you’re not- are you mad? You’re not going back there. It’s not happening. Look, I haven’t shunned you, and I’m not going to.
I’m not mad! If I was, they would have taken care of that as well! I know you’re not, but…. Rassilon, it’s difficult explaining things to you. It’s like you’re Earth ninety and don’t know what wifi means. -That example told him that he’d been on Earth too long.-
“It’ll still be there when I leave. I’ll even get you more if you want.” He said dragging her up higher on his lap and pets her hair. “I need you to relax.” he mumbles the other hand that was not in her hair starts rubbing her belly. Thinking about what he needs to have done.
He had about 14 more hours to wait until The Master’s body calms down from her regeneration. He wasn’t going to waste any energy yet if he wasn’t even sure if her body was settled enough to take. So while he waits he’d might as well get her body on its way to good health. He was just biding his time.
She did as he said, incredibly uncertain as to what this was all about. Why would he just be nice to her? Regardless of that, as she calmed, she found herself drifting off to sleep, her body working though the regeneration, and taking what it needed from the rest. The Time Lord couldn’t remember the last time that she slept peacefully.
[She had nothing to say. Gwen was still peeved. She didn’t even think she could deal with being in close quarters with him at this moment, but she did. The Welshwoman took the packages and lifted her head a bit.] Thank you. [She said simply.]
-The Master nodded and started to step back.- If you need anything, I’m at my estate. He…. he left me, and I used the Chameleon Arch on Mona. I’d have done it to Wyn too, but he’s part Human, so. Jack would kill me anyway. I…. -he started, looking up at her before he realized that he’d burned their bridge.- I’ll let myself out.
I am incredibly happy you are getting the help you need, Master. and glad Jack could help.
Please don’t look at me like that…. I’m not here for long. Just to apologize and give you these. -He handed her two thin packages, wrapped in white and blue.- One for either of you. They don’t look like much, but they’re bigger on the inside. You put them in your pocket -he was making the motions with his hands.- or in your bag, or wallet, anything really, and it’s bigger on the inside. I’ve already said that, but I just wanted to bring them over. I doubt anyone wants me to show up at your wedding, you included, and it makes perfect sense to me. I hope it’s a beautiful day. -He’d said he’d gone already simply to annoy her. His mind wasn’t in a good place.-
“Hello Master.” He smiled, relieved that the other hadn’t slammed the door in his face. “I didn’t just want to walk in. It’s been a little while, and well, you seemed a tiny bit grumpy when I left. Mind you, you’re a bit grumpy all the time, I suppose.”
He followed the other into the kitchen, closing the door behind him. “Tea, yes. Definitely. Love a nice cup of tea.” The Doctor pushed himself up onto the counter, and sat there swinging his legs. He was absolutely itching to start telling the Master about his TARDIS, but he thought he’d better politely enquire after the other’s wellbeing first. “So, what’ve you been up to? I tried calling you a couple of times.”
"My apologies for that. I’ve worked through it. Apparently it was a form of an addiction. Wanting to have you around and be around you all the time. I might have attacked another version of yourself, and my friend. The other you is in a coma, apparently. Jack took me to a rehabilitation facility of sorts. I was there for a month, and I didn’t have my mobile with me. Again, I apologize." said the Master in a calm tone. He let out a sigh and took out his laser screwdriver to help the kettle along. Two mugs were placed on the table as it finished boiling, as well as a box of tea. "It’s just a basic tea. I haven’t gone out to get the items I enjoy having around yet. Milk or sugar? Also, how have you been doing? If you tried called a couple of times, you must have been gone for decades."
I've know of what you've done the doctor will not be harmed
Yes, and if you know that, then you should also know that I was having a complete breakdown and that I had finally escaped from being kept as a slave for six years. I’ve been in rehabilitation, and I have someone around me who is watching me. It’s not that I don’t feel remorse, it’s that it’s already happened, and I can’t change anything.
I suggest that you leave me alone before I have to do something to protect myself.
-Doesn’t exactly see how he can be drop-kicked, so we’ll just say he was kicked.- That’s been months for me, so I feel it’s safe to say that there’s no reason for you to kick me. I don’t even know who you are!
Ianto’s brow narrowed as he took the man infront of him in. He looked so familiar and yet…
“Can I help you with something?”
"You could go back to your station and make coffee like you’re supposed to so that I could get along on my own work, coffee boy." he spat before he really took in how the Human was looking at him. He took in his scent and realized that there was something a bit off here. "My apologies, I appear to be in the wrong Hub again."
It had been around a month since the Doctor had seen the Master. He hadn’t meant for it to be so long, but he finally had his TARDIS back, and he’d lost track of time. The first time he’d taken her for a trip, when it had just been the two of them, the Doctor and his old girl, he’d cried tears of relief and joy. And since then, he’d just been zipping around, seeing the sights, and losing track of time. The Master would probably be furious about his Vortex Manipulator. Once or twice, the Doctor had tried to call the Master, but he hadn’t answered his phone. So, ever one to take the easy option, the Doctor had sort of been avoiding the other Time Lord, until, after almost a month, he decided he had better bite the bullet. He leant on the console unit and sighed. “Well, come on, dear. Let’s get it over with.”
As the TARDIS ground to a halt, the Doctor checked the scanner. They were in the grounds of the Master’s estate. Before he allowed himself to lose his nerve, the Doctor walked briskly out of his ship, locked the door behind him and up the path to the front door. He knocked and waited.
The Master had been back from Hotel California for a couple of days, and had been adjusting back into the way his life used to be. He had just started to put the kettle on for tea when he heard a knock at the door. “One moment.” he called, turning on the burner and settle the kettle on it. He opened the door and gave the Time Lord a blank look until he recognized which version of the Doctor it was by process of elimination. This one wasn’t punching him in the face, or shouting about revenge, and his Doctor always looked at him in a certain way. This had to be the one that ran off with his Vortex Manipulator.
"Hello again, Doctor. Might I remind you that the door is always unlocked?" said the Master with a smile that made his eyes squint. "Come in and close the door behind you. Would you like some tea?" The Time Lord let go of the doorknob and started back for the kitchen as he spoke.
John looked the man over critically. This was close to the first time that anyone had ever defended Jack to him and it felt odd, like he was on the opposite side of the coin than he was usually on.
“I’ll be alright.” John said, not wanting to admit to any weakness. His player didn’t know what sort of injuries he had yet because we’re still in the process of writing that bit. Jack had already fussed over him as much as John would allow.
The Time Lord nodded and then watched him for a few minutes before he looked around the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?” he asked, gesturing to the kettle on the stove. He felt he had a certain obligation to Jack, as he had forgiven him and assisted him. The Captain was also the only man who he couldn’t threaten. He could hurt him and kill him, but there wasn’t a thing he could do that would bring him down. The Master respected him for that. Then, on top of all of that, he had to admit that he loved him. It had been centuries since he met someone who wasn’t expecting something horrid from him right from the beginning.
“Right.” John said with a nod. “Just the usual sort.” John said dismissively “Getting shot at a bit, exploding alien bodies, ruining Jack’s perfect and unsullied reputation.” John half smirked to himself, unable to get that last bit out with a straight face.
"He doesn’t have a ‘perfect and unsullied reputation,’ but he tries hard, and he works hard. Certain things can always be forgiven if you’re willing to work through them. He showed me that, and I will not have you mocking him in front of me." warned the Master, watching John carefully. "If you’ve been injured, there’s a small medical scanner in the second floor bathroom."
Jack held the Master close as he talked, a small smile on his lips. He always enjoyed hearing the Master talk about his past, on Gallifrey. He found it all fascinating and he wanted to learn as much as he could. Someone had to keep the memories of the planet and the Time Lords alive after the Doctor and the Master were gone. What better man than the one who’d last an eternity? The Master didn’t know it, but he was collecting all of the things that the Time Lord told him, and writing them down in a log. Maybe one day he’d put it into a book to spread across the universe.
“We’re not really trapped. We can leave any time we want.” Jack said, opening his eyes to look at the Master. “They can’t do a thing here without consent. If you want out, you can have it. But… I’m staying here. I’d like if it you did, too.”
The Master was all right with staying at this very moment, but he knew that it wouldn’t last long. At least he wasn’t trapped, and he could get into the side rooms, but it was still like being kept in a way. ”Would you really?” he asked, his mind running through alternatives and ‘what would happen if’ scenarios. He hadn’t figured out what he could use against Jack quite yet. There was always getting at his friends or family, but they weren’t here. Unlike the Doctor, he couldn’t threaten him with death. That no longer held a meaning for the Captain. ”I suppose it couldn’t hurt if I stayed a few days.”
This man was the antithesis of fun. “Jack brought me here.” he said. “Got into a spot of trouble and he wanted to…” he realized his initial excuse of Jack needed to get taken care of was rather silly, so he just smirked. “He wanted to patch me up.” he said with a bit of a raised eyebrow.
"All right, well if you make a mess, clean up after yourself." he said after taking a sip of his tea. He’d have to speak to Jack about inviting people over. This was supposed to be a safe place…. he’d have to start locking the doors and giving out keys soon. "What sort of trouble did you get into, if you don’t mind me asking?"
“Oh you’re a bit testy.” John said, completely neglecting any of the man’s questions. “I’m John, nice to meet you.” he said in a sarcastic tone.
The Master narrowed his eyes and took in his scent. Human, but not from this era. Going by his appearance and name, the Time Lord assumed that he was Jack’s ‘friend.’ “I have my reasons for being the way I am, now answer my questions, please.”
“I said eat not get yourself sick moron” He snaps getting up and aportching her “Just.. fuck just clam down and relax for a bit.” he said in a forced clamer voice. “Come here.” Grabbing her arm he leads her to the sofa. sitting down again her tells her to lay her head on his lap.
She lets herself be pulled over to the sofa and lays her down, placing her head on his lap. Her eyes kept moving over to the cart, watching the food as if she was never going to see it again.
“Yeah yeah yeah ohhh Newhouse blood” He sneered bobing his head in a mocking way. ” You see where your superior house got you huh?” He sends her a sharp grin.
“Oh yeah, I guess I never did stock that shower.” He mumbles to himself. “I guess I should get you a hair brush…” He said looking her over. ” Or just shave your head and have you grow it back, Might be easier that way.” huffing and showing his annoyance in his features “Eat! Nothing has been done to the food! I’m being fucking nice to you! What did I teach you about my kindness?!”
"Those were divisions." she can’t stop herself from saying. The Freak’s eyes went wide when he mentioned shaving. She really did not want a blade in his hand up against her head. As Torvic continued to get increasingly angry, she started eating faster instead of savouring it like she wanted to. Cookies and meat and bread and broccoli and cheeses and milk. Anything that caught her eye she took, until she felt her small stomach beg for the food to stop. This was going to make her ill, wasn’t it? She’d been living on the tasteless bars for years.