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"Wakey, wakey," the Master purred, satisfaction in his voice before he suddenly jabbed Arthur in the ribs with one finger. Oh, it had been fun playing along as a professor again but that had gotten old quick. He knew traveling this early was risky and history should remain in tact but he was terrible at playing by the rules.
Besides, he could probably reset the coordinates properly to get him back to his own time before anything catastrophic happened.
Arthur groaned, hair a mess and the Master couldn't resist another jab. The younger man batted blindly at his hand. "Stop," he groaned, beginning to fully come around.
"The nauseous feeling will pass momentarily. Temporal sickness and well, traveling through the Time Vortex without a capsule. You'll get used to it eventually. Or continue to faint like a damsel in distress."
The Master resisted a laugh as he tried to focus on him before having a smidgeon of pity and dangling his glasses in front of his nose. Arthur frowned at him as he took them and slipped them on.
"Thank you," he muttered, ever the polite man that he was and the Master rolled his eyes. Arthur blinked. "And what were you going on about just now? Temporal what-?"
He pushed himself up onto his elbows and the Master waited until he finally focused on the viewport. His eyes widened comically, face a mixture of wonder and horror as he bolted upright, out of the Master's reach. "What is that? Where are we? What have you done?"
The Master kept from giving into his supreme amusement as he could only imagine the utter horror that the human must have been going through. It was mind boggling enough with people from the 21st century but for a man who had just recently proven a major scientific theory as he sought to understand the universe. He proceeded to begin to explain but Arthur interjected, voice growing more shrill.
"Tell me what you've done, Harold!" He rarely ever snapped at anyone at all and he was taken back at his own outburst.
The Master's eyes narrowed then and he closed the distance between them quickly. "Calm down."
Arthur swallowed, eyes flicking between the other man and the beautiful and terrible sight before him. "Look at me." He heard the man he knew as Harold Saxon say it but he couldn't make himself look away. He felt a cool hand curl around his chin, turning his head forcibly.
"That's it," soothed the Master. "Eyes on me. Good boy." A small part of Arthur bristled at being cooed at as if he were an animal that had learned a new trick.
"Now, first things first. You're a very long way away from home and if home is a place you'd rather get back to instead of me leaving you to sputter on about the great and terrifying natural spatial event happening right outside, you'll keep that pretty little mouth shut and listen."
Arthur managed to close his wide open mouth and nod, keeping his eyes on Harry because it was easier than looking at that thing. "Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, no, you're not dreaming. Secondly, which really should have been first come to think of it, my name isn't Harold Saxon, humble history professor at Cambridge working alongside you as a faculty member," he said, slowly moving to stand behind Arthur, placing his hands on his elbows.
Slowly, with Arthur still refusing to look out the window, he began to walk him closer to it. He resisted up until the point in which the Master's grip tightened near painfully and forced himself to relax, unconsciously pressed closer to the body behind his. If he'd been aware of this, he would have been horribly embarrassed but given the situation he couldn't find it in him to worry about it just then.
"Who are you then?" he managed to get out and the Master hummed thoughtfully, not answering him just yet.
"Look out the window," he said very simply and sighed dramatically at the nearly imperceptible shake of his head. "Oh, come now, man of science not interested? We've come all this way."
"It makes me-"
"-Want to freak out just a little? Scream like a girl? Oh, maybe you'd faint again. Go on then," smirked the Master, finishing his sentence. "I'll catch you."
Arthur made a slight face at him for his colorful descriptions. "Uncomfortable, yes," was all he settled on.
"We're a step out of sync with the rest of the universe and in absolutely no danger unless we fall back into sync. In that eventuality neither of us will be alive long enough to go into a right and proper panic, so relax."
Arthur tensed up even more and the Master sighed again.
"Is that what I-I mean a-?" Arthur began, curiousity getting the best of him as he finally gazed upon the sight before them both.
The Master smiled, leaning forward to whisper at his ear and not allowing Arthur the room to squirm away to put distance between them as he continued for him. "-Invisible star, as theorized by John Michell of England and Pierre LaPlace of France in the late 1790s using Newton's Laws." He waited a moment. "Black hole. Devastating. Destructive. Inescapable. It eats everything. Mass. Light. Time."
Arthur relaxed just slightly, finally and the Master rewarded him with a light peck on the forehead. "Arthur Eddington, meet the Universe."
"It's beautiful," he said, eyes roving over the spectacle.
"It's destructive. Chaotic. All it does and will ever do is eat and eat and never be sated."
"Destruction goes hand in hand with creation. It is the nature of the Universe."
The Master chuckled lowly, and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his forehead, just above the temple, he doubted he would have got so splendid a reaction if he'd taken him to some far off planet filled with wonders. This had done quite nicely. The two of them stand in silence, watching a galaxy collapse as it is drawn close and spirals in.
"If your name isn't Harold Saxon," begins Arthur, turning away from the black hole and looking at him, standing straighter in an attempt to salvage what dignity or control he believed himself to have left. It was cute, the Master thought. There was really no need to burst that bubble yet. Arthur was smart, he would figure it out but he remained quiet, waiting for the obvious question. "What is it?"
He smiled, something sinister lurking under it. "I am the Master."
prompt: forehead kiss for arthur
words: 1148
Besides, he could probably reset the coordinates properly to get him back to his own time before anything catastrophic happened.
Arthur groaned, hair a mess and the Master couldn't resist another jab. The younger man batted blindly at his hand. "Stop," he groaned, beginning to fully come around.
"The nauseous feeling will pass momentarily. Temporal sickness and well, traveling through the Time Vortex without a capsule. You'll get used to it eventually. Or continue to faint like a damsel in distress."
The Master resisted a laugh as he tried to focus on him before having a smidgeon of pity and dangling his glasses in front of his nose. Arthur frowned at him as he took them and slipped them on.
"Thank you," he muttered, ever the polite man that he was and the Master rolled his eyes. Arthur blinked. "And what were you going on about just now? Temporal what-?"
He pushed himself up onto his elbows and the Master waited until he finally focused on the viewport. His eyes widened comically, face a mixture of wonder and horror as he bolted upright, out of the Master's reach. "What is that? Where are we? What have you done?"
The Master kept from giving into his supreme amusement as he could only imagine the utter horror that the human must have been going through. It was mind boggling enough with people from the 21st century but for a man who had just recently proven a major scientific theory as he sought to understand the universe. He proceeded to begin to explain but Arthur interjected, voice growing more shrill.
"Tell me what you've done, Harold!" He rarely ever snapped at anyone at all and he was taken back at his own outburst.
The Master's eyes narrowed then and he closed the distance between them quickly. "Calm down."
Arthur swallowed, eyes flicking between the other man and the beautiful and terrible sight before him. "Look at me." He heard the man he knew as Harold Saxon say it but he couldn't make himself look away. He felt a cool hand curl around his chin, turning his head forcibly.
"That's it," soothed the Master. "Eyes on me. Good boy." A small part of Arthur bristled at being cooed at as if he were an animal that had learned a new trick.
"Now, first things first. You're a very long way away from home and if home is a place you'd rather get back to instead of me leaving you to sputter on about the great and terrifying natural spatial event happening right outside, you'll keep that pretty little mouth shut and listen."
Arthur managed to close his wide open mouth and nod, keeping his eyes on Harry because it was easier than looking at that thing. "Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, no, you're not dreaming. Secondly, which really should have been first come to think of it, my name isn't Harold Saxon, humble history professor at Cambridge working alongside you as a faculty member," he said, slowly moving to stand behind Arthur, placing his hands on his elbows.
Slowly, with Arthur still refusing to look out the window, he began to walk him closer to it. He resisted up until the point in which the Master's grip tightened near painfully and forced himself to relax, unconsciously pressed closer to the body behind his. If he'd been aware of this, he would have been horribly embarrassed but given the situation he couldn't find it in him to worry about it just then.
"Who are you then?" he managed to get out and the Master hummed thoughtfully, not answering him just yet.
"Look out the window," he said very simply and sighed dramatically at the nearly imperceptible shake of his head. "Oh, come now, man of science not interested? We've come all this way."
"It makes me-"
"-Want to freak out just a little? Scream like a girl? Oh, maybe you'd faint again. Go on then," smirked the Master, finishing his sentence. "I'll catch you."
Arthur made a slight face at him for his colorful descriptions. "Uncomfortable, yes," was all he settled on.
"We're a step out of sync with the rest of the universe and in absolutely no danger unless we fall back into sync. In that eventuality neither of us will be alive long enough to go into a right and proper panic, so relax."
Arthur tensed up even more and the Master sighed again.
"Is that what I-I mean a-?" Arthur began, curiousity getting the best of him as he finally gazed upon the sight before them both.
The Master smiled, leaning forward to whisper at his ear and not allowing Arthur the room to squirm away to put distance between them as he continued for him. "-Invisible star, as theorized by John Michell of England and Pierre LaPlace of France in the late 1790s using Newton's Laws." He waited a moment. "Black hole. Devastating. Destructive. Inescapable. It eats everything. Mass. Light. Time."
Arthur relaxed just slightly, finally and the Master rewarded him with a light peck on the forehead. "Arthur Eddington, meet the Universe."
"It's beautiful," he said, eyes roving over the spectacle.
"It's destructive. Chaotic. All it does and will ever do is eat and eat and never be sated."
"Destruction goes hand in hand with creation. It is the nature of the Universe."
The Master chuckled lowly, and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his forehead, just above the temple, he doubted he would have got so splendid a reaction if he'd taken him to some far off planet filled with wonders. This had done quite nicely. The two of them stand in silence, watching a galaxy collapse as it is drawn close and spirals in.
"If your name isn't Harold Saxon," begins Arthur, turning away from the black hole and looking at him, standing straighter in an attempt to salvage what dignity or control he believed himself to have left. It was cute, the Master thought. There was really no need to burst that bubble yet. Arthur was smart, he would figure it out but he remained quiet, waiting for the obvious question. "What is it?"
He smiled, something sinister lurking under it. "I am the Master."
prompt: forehead kiss for arthur
words: 1148
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But I do love what you did with this prompt! Especially showing him a black hole, of all things; Einstein, as well as Eddington, decided they couldn't possibly exist and tried to prove otherwise. They did eventually come around, though.
Point being, this was lovely and amazingly written and yay~ ♥
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I'm glad you like it though! I was torn between coming up with some odd, random planet or going with destruction. We can see which won out. Ooh, you know, I didn't remember that! Yay, history. :D
*squishes* I'm very pleased you enjoyed it so much.