Hybrid is for cars, not Time Ladies. [Closed]

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River's eyes slowly began to open, and oh, this felt familiar. Similar to that time she'd been drugged by Madame Kovarian. A sluggish feeling, a  general feeling of drowsiness. Yup, she'd definitely been drugged. Again. Judging from her unfamiliar surroundings and her current state - handcuffed to a chair - she'd been kidnapped too. Ugh, what was it about her that just screamed 'kidnap me and brain wash me?' The last thing she remembered, she had been getting ready to do some exploring of the ventilation shafts and then - Nothing.

"I generally prefer to be the one doing the handcuffing. It's just not as fun this way." That's River for you. Even when in a potentially dangerous situation, she always had a cheeky remark or two up her sleeve. "Do I get to meet my captor?"

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"Oh? About looks? About wives? Or about a good shag? I'd think Lucy'd be the obvious answer to all three."

The Master canted his head in turn, as if disappointed but not really surprised by the Doctor's failure to keep up.

"You do remember little Lucy, don't you? Remember the wonderful times we all shared?"

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Ah, yes. Lucy. The Master's pet slash wife, as the Master himself probably saw her. The Doctor's lip curled. That poor, poor girl. Oh yes, he remembered he more than he cared to, right down to that glassy look on her face back on the Valiant, lost, and she hadn't even resisted being disarmed of the gun. He distinctly remembered a broken woman.

Another one of the Master's little victories, he supposed.

I remember she killed you. Twice. Actually once and a half if you want to get technical was on the top of the Doctor's tongue before he remembered this Master hadn't had that happen yet. He swallowed what he was going to say.

Instead he says, "Unfortunately, yes. I was surprised you would 'stoop'."

He rather liked stooping to human levels himself (mostly), but the Master was another beast entirely. If he didn't know better, he'd say the tone in the Master's voice was almost...fond? For a human?

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The lip curl was enough to let the Master know his little reminder had hit home. A victory, indeed. And if he had his way with River, it'd be another girl broken.

He was only really warning the Doctor at all because he wanted him to know what was coming. It was no fun otherwise.

"'Stoop'?" The Master's eyebrows shot to the ceiling. "How on earth could I ever stoop where your precious humans are involved? After all, they are simply the pinnacle of perfection, according to you. My, to hear you talk, one couldn't do better than to whisk away a human companion to see the stars."

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The Doctor sniffed. "I'd say it's loads better than trying to take over worlds." And yes, sometimes he might have some...well, to be fair unkind thoughts toward humanity, but generally they surprised him and reminded him all over again why he was so fond of them and so he liked to think their definitions of snooping were vastly differently. Incredibly different!

He can think of all sorts of ways the Master could "stoop" according to his own warped definition of it. After all, the man probably thought of them as overgrown apes. And he remembered seeing how Lucy was reacting around "Saxon". He'd had a year of being stuck on the Valiant to have an agonizing front row seat to his reign over Earth.

Things like that tended to leave a bad taste in your mouth.

"Did you find Lucy precious?" The Doctor blurted, intensely curious. He had to know.

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The Master smiled an almost fond, reminiscent sort of smile. "You never did know how to have any real fun," he remarked. The implication, of course, being that Lucy had. At least in the beginning.

Before the Doctor ruined her.

Cool if we wrap this up?

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The Doctor didn't seem to believe the Master. There was a difference between whatever warped idea of "fun" the man had and...if Lucy had meant anything to him at all. He hadn't given him a yes or a no if she was precious to him. Maybe it was an impossible thing to admit. But considering how long he'd been with the woman during that Year That Never Was, the Doctor thought there was something there, however twisted it was. Maybe he had cared for her.

Lucy had paid the price, unfortunately.

The Doctor hitched up the knees of his trousers, fussing with them as he got to his feet. He held up a little nail he'd picked up from his way in, letting the Master see it.

"'Fun' isn't twisting some poor woman the way you did. Or nosing your way and snooping at River." He walked over and set down the nail just out of reach of the Master's handcuffed hands. "I'm sure you can find a way out. It might even be fun."

Sure! Also, Doctor, you suck <3<3

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The Master's lazy smile slipped away as the Doctor rose to his feet, his eyes following the progress of the nail and blazing in indignation.

"You're just going to leave me here?" he sputtered. Part of him was sure it was just as much for refusing to answer the Doctor's question, to open up, as much as it was what he'd done or hadn't done to River.

He'd rather rot here anyhow. The Doctor didn't deserve answers.