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best_served_hot) wrote2010-04-19 03:16 pm
best_served_hot) wrote2010-04-19 03:16 pm
fic: the danger of over thinking
As much as the Master enjoyed hearing the Freak scream, they had things to attend to and well, he wasn't the one torturing him. He was currently the one attempting to keep ahead of the computer that was trying to lock him out of the secure area of the prison. To the Master's infinite pleasure, the computer failed horribly and the doors swished open. More screams cut through the air and, surprisingly, he felt a stab of jealousy.
Someone had borrowed his favorite toy and that was completely unacceptable.
The first guard to spot him died quietly, but someone was watching and as the body fell, alarms sounded. Smiling as he walked along, slow, as if window shopping, he tapped out a four-beat with two fingers on the dirty walls.
He did enjoy making an entrance.
Jack heard weapons fire from the cold, dark cell he was in. He tried to focus on that, unsure of the elation he felt that it might be the Master. Of all the people to have hoped for, he was at the bottom of the list but still the only one that could get him out of there. He wouldn't have left to try and find the Doctor on his own, would he?
He briefly wondered what Freud would make of their oddly, codependent relationship and it's beginnings before deciding that it wasn't worth thinking over. He tried to think on anything to take him away from this claustrophobic little box. Not too long ago he'd been caught in a similar situation and somehow, the Master had managed to calm him (the Master of all people!).
What had he talked about? The weapons fire grew closer and died down again, followed by a scream. The klaxon alarm seemed to grow louder and more insistent. Gallifrey! He talked about Gallifrey, the lands his father owned, what the sky looked like at night. The way the lakes and rivers shone in the sunlight during the day.
It had been oddly nostalgic and mildly disturbing, thinking that the obviously unhinged Time Lord could think on anything other than chaos, destruction and nefarious schemes; but it had helped. Like it was helping now, he noted, his breathing slowing to a closer to normal level. His whole body was still in agony and even thinking to move hurt. He didn't know if it was a good thing or bad that they hadn't figured out that if he died he would come back.
Death seemed to be a welcome release at that moment.
There was silence as the alarm finally cut off before the door to the cell opened, Jack blinking owlishly at the silhouetted figure of the Master in the entrance. Moving to go to the human, he was stopped suddenly by the ringleader at the door, weapon charging with a slow whine as it was trained on him.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" sneered the man as Jack saw the Master's eyes gleam darkly from where he sat, helpless to do anything. The smile he saw split his features made his stomach twist, it was an expression he was all too familiar with.
"Oh, I had so hoped it wouldn't be. I've been wanting to meet you."
The man with the gun, scoffed. "Oh yeah? Well you've met me and now, I think, it's time for pleasantries to be over what with the mess you made of my boys."
The Master chuckled lowly, casting a glance over one shoulder at him. "I'd tell you to invest in better security forces but I don't think you'll be needing them in the near future," he said, malice in his voice.
"Is that so?" demanded the man, spittle flying from his mouth as he shifted, nervous.
A shrug. "It's a feeling I have."
Courage or stupidity made the man step forward, as Jack watched on not daring to move in case their captor tried something idiotic, slamming the butt of the weapon into the back of the Master's head. The Time Lord gave a hiss as he dropped, ignoring the pain as he felt the sharpened bit of metal he'd procured on his way here press against his palm.
Moving faster than Jack could remember him doing before, the man was disarmed, giving a bloody gasp of pain as the Master shoved him into one of the dirty walls of the cell, hand twisting the jagged piece of metal between two of their once captor's ribs. His hands clutched futilely at the Master's forearms but the Master kept him held upright, staring him straight in the eyes.
"I don't appreciate such an obvious lack in hospitality to both of us," he nodded, indicating where Jack was trying once again to get to his feet, teeth gritted against the pain he was in. They needed to go. "What I appreciate less is people borrowing my things without permission, hm? Now you've gone and broken him and I don't have time to put him back together just yet, which is frustrating to say the least."
"Please-" sputtered the man, in obvious pain as he tried to breathe despite the blood filling up his lungs. The Master ignored it.
"Master," started Jack. "We need to go." The Master ignored that too. "You've done enough."
He cast a furtive glance over his shoulder at Jack, knowing reinforcements would be coming. Was he doing this because the man had played with his toy without permission or because he'd actually began to care somewhat about what happened to the Freak? Violent incidents and Jack's deaths had decreased dramatically over the last few months.
Why? He didn't care about him! It was thought in anger and he shook visibly, eyes hardening on the object of his wrath currently. Death by drowning in his own blood was too easy, he decided. Bringing his hands to the dying man's temples and closing his eyes briefly, he decided what was needed to satisfy that burning rage.
When he pulled away, allowing him to slide limply to the floor, he trembled, staring at things only he could see as the Master ignored him in favor of going to Jack. He took one of the man's arms, throwing it haphazardly over one shoulder.
"You have to walk," he said through gritted teeth. "Get up."
Jack didn't even bother trying to argue that he could walk on his own when he knew he couldn't. He just took the offered help, looking over as their former captor's face twisted in horror. "What did you do?"
"Gave him a taste of his own medicine," he said, voice devoid of his usual pride that would accompany such an act. "Though I did take a bit of a creative license."
The desperate screams that came from him as they left the cell made Jack want to be sick but he kept his peace as they made their way out of the facility.
"You came back," he hazarded saying once they were in a ship and away.
"Don't over think it," came the Master's short reply.
And they lapsed into silence as the ship flew through the void of space.
prompt: none
words: 1233
Someone had borrowed his favorite toy and that was completely unacceptable.
The first guard to spot him died quietly, but someone was watching and as the body fell, alarms sounded. Smiling as he walked along, slow, as if window shopping, he tapped out a four-beat with two fingers on the dirty walls.
He did enjoy making an entrance.
Jack heard weapons fire from the cold, dark cell he was in. He tried to focus on that, unsure of the elation he felt that it might be the Master. Of all the people to have hoped for, he was at the bottom of the list but still the only one that could get him out of there. He wouldn't have left to try and find the Doctor on his own, would he?
He briefly wondered what Freud would make of their oddly, codependent relationship and it's beginnings before deciding that it wasn't worth thinking over. He tried to think on anything to take him away from this claustrophobic little box. Not too long ago he'd been caught in a similar situation and somehow, the Master had managed to calm him (the Master of all people!).
What had he talked about? The weapons fire grew closer and died down again, followed by a scream. The klaxon alarm seemed to grow louder and more insistent. Gallifrey! He talked about Gallifrey, the lands his father owned, what the sky looked like at night. The way the lakes and rivers shone in the sunlight during the day.
It had been oddly nostalgic and mildly disturbing, thinking that the obviously unhinged Time Lord could think on anything other than chaos, destruction and nefarious schemes; but it had helped. Like it was helping now, he noted, his breathing slowing to a closer to normal level. His whole body was still in agony and even thinking to move hurt. He didn't know if it was a good thing or bad that they hadn't figured out that if he died he would come back.
Death seemed to be a welcome release at that moment.
There was silence as the alarm finally cut off before the door to the cell opened, Jack blinking owlishly at the silhouetted figure of the Master in the entrance. Moving to go to the human, he was stopped suddenly by the ringleader at the door, weapon charging with a slow whine as it was trained on him.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" sneered the man as Jack saw the Master's eyes gleam darkly from where he sat, helpless to do anything. The smile he saw split his features made his stomach twist, it was an expression he was all too familiar with.
"Oh, I had so hoped it wouldn't be. I've been wanting to meet you."
The man with the gun, scoffed. "Oh yeah? Well you've met me and now, I think, it's time for pleasantries to be over what with the mess you made of my boys."
The Master chuckled lowly, casting a glance over one shoulder at him. "I'd tell you to invest in better security forces but I don't think you'll be needing them in the near future," he said, malice in his voice.
"Is that so?" demanded the man, spittle flying from his mouth as he shifted, nervous.
A shrug. "It's a feeling I have."
Courage or stupidity made the man step forward, as Jack watched on not daring to move in case their captor tried something idiotic, slamming the butt of the weapon into the back of the Master's head. The Time Lord gave a hiss as he dropped, ignoring the pain as he felt the sharpened bit of metal he'd procured on his way here press against his palm.
Moving faster than Jack could remember him doing before, the man was disarmed, giving a bloody gasp of pain as the Master shoved him into one of the dirty walls of the cell, hand twisting the jagged piece of metal between two of their once captor's ribs. His hands clutched futilely at the Master's forearms but the Master kept him held upright, staring him straight in the eyes.
"I don't appreciate such an obvious lack in hospitality to both of us," he nodded, indicating where Jack was trying once again to get to his feet, teeth gritted against the pain he was in. They needed to go. "What I appreciate less is people borrowing my things without permission, hm? Now you've gone and broken him and I don't have time to put him back together just yet, which is frustrating to say the least."
"Please-" sputtered the man, in obvious pain as he tried to breathe despite the blood filling up his lungs. The Master ignored it.
"Master," started Jack. "We need to go." The Master ignored that too. "You've done enough."
He cast a furtive glance over his shoulder at Jack, knowing reinforcements would be coming. Was he doing this because the man had played with his toy without permission or because he'd actually began to care somewhat about what happened to the Freak? Violent incidents and Jack's deaths had decreased dramatically over the last few months.
Why? He didn't care about him! It was thought in anger and he shook visibly, eyes hardening on the object of his wrath currently. Death by drowning in his own blood was too easy, he decided. Bringing his hands to the dying man's temples and closing his eyes briefly, he decided what was needed to satisfy that burning rage.
When he pulled away, allowing him to slide limply to the floor, he trembled, staring at things only he could see as the Master ignored him in favor of going to Jack. He took one of the man's arms, throwing it haphazardly over one shoulder.
"You have to walk," he said through gritted teeth. "Get up."
Jack didn't even bother trying to argue that he could walk on his own when he knew he couldn't. He just took the offered help, looking over as their former captor's face twisted in horror. "What did you do?"
"Gave him a taste of his own medicine," he said, voice devoid of his usual pride that would accompany such an act. "Though I did take a bit of a creative license."
The desperate screams that came from him as they left the cell made Jack want to be sick but he kept his peace as they made their way out of the facility.
"You came back," he hazarded saying once they were in a ship and away.
"Don't over think it," came the Master's short reply.
And they lapsed into silence as the ship flew through the void of space.
prompt: none
words: 1233