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trans_92011-08-10 02:08 am
makeherblue) wrote in trans_92011-08-10 02:08 am
Hanger - TARDIS
[Takes place right after clone plot and arriving back on Stacy. After there]
“First sharks and now explosions!” The Doctor held up his ruined sonic screwdriver and turned it in the light. “I’ll have to proof against both, I suppose.”
He crossed the Hanger in long strides, expecting Otter Soother Daniel Jackson to keep up. Daniel had held himself rather well during the whole clone thing and what was more, he even saved his sonic for him! The Doctor found himself feeling rather fond of the human right this moment. Good man! Resourceful! But also being annoyingly close-mouthed about what he might have picked up from that encounter with the Other Doctor, which was surprising because he thought he knew humans and if there was anything he learned from all his time amongst them, it was they loved talking almost as much as he did! Questions in particular were their favorite, no matter how obvious or rhetorical or downright silly. Big big fan of the obvious questions. Basically they were a chatty species.
Part of the reason why he’d asked Daniel to come with him to the TARDIS.
If he was lucky, Daniel would tell him what he’d seen from that clone on his own, given enough time and company.
The Doctor was tucking the sonic back into his pocket when they came into sight of the TARDIS. He only paused for the briefest of beats as he took in the fact the old girl’s doors were wide open, positively gaping open! This wasn’t looking very looked out after and he wondered if maybe Jamie’s memory retention was failing thanks to him being an ex-dead man. Clearly the human needed a talking to! He approached cautiously, poking his head inside.
Everything in the console room looked in order, if you ignored the suspicious trail of foam cups leading away from the door and a few minute scratches on the glass which he knew for a fact hadn’t been there since he last checked. The Doctor’s lips pursed as he peered about, head weaving as he checked under the control console and then straightened. Where was Jamie? In fact, where were the rest of his friends?
“Better have a look around,” the Doctor lied, perhaps too cheerfully. “Long time away from home and I’m afraid River’s gone and organized things. I’m very specific on my organization system, I’ll have you know.”
He made a vague shooing motion at Daniel.
((So basically this is thread two, with the Doctor/Daniel/Rory jumping into a TARDIS taken over by the Master. Since the Master can switch up rooms (up to the players in the threads for what's wrong with the rooms) and trap people/shift people around, I guess assume timey-wimey things to allow different characters to stumble into each other? But yeah, I guess do subthreads for characters stumbling and we can subthread different people running into them.
I think we're looking at people in the TARDIS as: Victoria, Martha, The Master, River, Jamie, Doctor, Daniel, Rory, Amy, Eva. If I missed anyone, poke me!))
“First sharks and now explosions!” The Doctor held up his ruined sonic screwdriver and turned it in the light. “I’ll have to proof against both, I suppose.”
He crossed the Hanger in long strides, expecting Otter Soother Daniel Jackson to keep up. Daniel had held himself rather well during the whole clone thing and what was more, he even saved his sonic for him! The Doctor found himself feeling rather fond of the human right this moment. Good man! Resourceful! But also being annoyingly close-mouthed about what he might have picked up from that encounter with the Other Doctor, which was surprising because he thought he knew humans and if there was anything he learned from all his time amongst them, it was they loved talking almost as much as he did! Questions in particular were their favorite, no matter how obvious or rhetorical or downright silly. Big big fan of the obvious questions. Basically they were a chatty species.
Part of the reason why he’d asked Daniel to come with him to the TARDIS.
If he was lucky, Daniel would tell him what he’d seen from that clone on his own, given enough time and company.
The Doctor was tucking the sonic back into his pocket when they came into sight of the TARDIS. He only paused for the briefest of beats as he took in the fact the old girl’s doors were wide open, positively gaping open! This wasn’t looking very looked out after and he wondered if maybe Jamie’s memory retention was failing thanks to him being an ex-dead man. Clearly the human needed a talking to! He approached cautiously, poking his head inside.
Everything in the console room looked in order, if you ignored the suspicious trail of foam cups leading away from the door and a few minute scratches on the glass which he knew for a fact hadn’t been there since he last checked. The Doctor’s lips pursed as he peered about, head weaving as he checked under the control console and then straightened. Where was Jamie? In fact, where were the rest of his friends?
“Better have a look around,” the Doctor lied, perhaps too cheerfully. “Long time away from home and I’m afraid River’s gone and organized things. I’m very specific on my organization system, I’ll have you know.”
He made a vague shooing motion at Daniel.
((So basically this is thread two, with the Doctor/Daniel/Rory jumping into a TARDIS taken over by the Master. Since the Master can switch up rooms (up to the players in the threads for what's wrong with the rooms) and trap people/shift people around, I guess assume timey-wimey things to allow different characters to stumble into each other? But yeah, I guess do subthreads for characters stumbling and we can subthread different people running into them.
I think we're looking at people in the TARDIS as: Victoria, Martha, The Master, River, Jamie, Doctor, Daniel, Rory, Amy, Eva. If I missed anyone, poke me!))
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Not something he could forget, to put it lightly. Seeing the TARDIS in that state was definitely one of those bad day things: proof that when the Doctor didn't think the Master could stoop any lower, he had to go above and beyond to prove him wrong. The Doctor's eyes narrowed slightly, trying not to let himself get baited. It was harder than it should've been.
He watched the bits and bobs and broken pieces of Whatsit disappear into the Master's pocket. Obviously the Master thought he could repair his laser screwdriver and he supposed dying and then un-dying must've changed the man's understanding of unrepairable. Either way, the Doctor thought the screwdriver was junk and if he wanted to tinker around with it, for all the good it would do, then he supposed it was better that than, say, ship-wide domination attempts.
"I don't pretend to know what it is you want these days. Which leads us right back to what you could possibly expect if you go about things like you used to," the Doctor said with an almost tired sigh.
He liked to think he was actually rather spry for his age. Seeing the Master and having these same arguments, the same struggle for the upper hand even over things like vases and favorite desks, made him feel that age creeping on him all over again. Sometimes he wondered about that -- if the Master felt the same, that was.
If he did, he didn't seem to show it, the Doctor studying the Master's face from across the desk.
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He'd settle for everything the Doctor had in this universe, though. That would be a nice start.
But all he said was, "I have to say, I'm a teensy bit surprised you've given up so soon."
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"I'm still sorting things," the Doctor said, looking at the Master with some of that centuries old disappointment. He paused and then came out with it, hoping to catch his best enemy off guard. "I could use your help, actually."
Now, was the Master going to move into his study permanently? Or could he hope that the last time he saw the man alive that there might be a little glimmer of that little something inside him. Something that wasn't all about his own ego or survival or even that insatiable need to take over city or two to prove a point.
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"My help? Isn't that a switch! Of course, I've only said that for centuries." Still, he was curious, couldn't resist leaning forward a little further. He had a feeling the Doctor wasn't about to ask for advice on how to erect a new Time Lord empire or a fun new way to kill Captain Jack, so this should be interesting.
"What is it you need this time, Doctor?" he smiled graciously.
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And yes, the Doctor remembered that look on his face when he was practically on his hands and knees back on the Valiant. His lip curled, as if he really would rather not have to ask this, but also knew he had no choice.
"Help restoring the universe, that's all," the Doctor found himself unconsciously leaning forward toward the Master, as if something was pulling and tugging at him. He dipped his chin. "Actually several universes. Not just the one. That would be much, much too easy."
He hesitated again. He had the Master's interest, except he had no idea how long. The Master did, however, seem to stop and take note at any sign he was vulnerable or having doubts, so the Doctor swung with it:
"I can't do it alone," the Doctor admitted. It felt strange to say it aloud. He'd been quite happy fibbing to all his friends on Stacy, reassuring them that don't worry, the Doctor was here and he'd have no problems fixing this Ohm mess and all he needed was time.
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I can't do it alone. Of course he couldn't. The sap could barely tie his shoelaces without someone there to pat him on the back in congratulations. but that wasn't all the Doctor meant, was it? He couldn't do it without another Time Lord to help-- a full-blooded one. He couldn't do it without the Master.
He had little concern in restoring the universe, or universes, as the case might be. But watching the Doctor squirm-- oh, he could definitely make time in his busy schedule for that.
"And what do I get out of it?" he asked, his expression sly.
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"Well, I'm sure you're rather fond of surviving and from what I know about the Ohm, they're hardly the negotiating type. Or the bribing type. Or very likely to be impressed with how many planets you've had a go at," the Doctor's reply was more snippy than he intended.
He took a second to try again. It wasn't helped along that every time he looked at the Master, all he could see was that conflicting jumble of all his past regrets, all that brilliant potential. His eyes roved from the Master's face to the fire crackling behind him, coming back after a moment, still trying to get a read.
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"But perhaps I didn't make myself clear. Helping you save your precious humans. Because that's always it, isn't it? No matter how you go on and on about universes, and the sanctity of time streams, and the vastness of space, it's always about humanity. So, Doctor, tell me," he said tightly. "What's in it for me?"