trans_9 | Hybrid is for cars, not Time Ladies. [Closed]

River allowed the Master to ruck up her shirt, but kept her eye firmly on the prize at hand. Once she had divested him of his upper portion of clothing, she fell forward onto his lap. Her lips moving frantically against his, keeping up with the delicate tango their tongues were performing.

Shifting off of his lap, she works his pants down and off. Moving her lips from his mouth down to his neck, nipping at the double pulse point at his throat.

Everything was going good.

When she finally had him right where she wanted him, she sprung her trap!

Before he could protest, she grabbed his hand,s pulled them behind his back, and clicked the handcuffs in place. At the same time, she leans and whispers in his ear, "You've clearly underestimated me. I'm sorry but, my allegiance is to the Doctor. Completely."

She's grinning as she pulls back and stands, as if readying herself to leave.

"You might know my secrets, but don't ever presume to know me. I'm the Doctor's wife, as well as his killer. And yes, I'm well aware that this means war between the two of us. But just remember, I've already killed one Time Lord. Don't think for a second that I won't kill another, just because the Doctor cares for you."

River was proving to be more enticing than he'd given her credit for. The Master pawed at her, under her shirt, trying to coax it off, breaking off with a quiet, pleased chuckle at the small bite.

Far more enticing. The two of them were going to have quite a time before he finally broke her. Finally created a companion worthy of the Master--

His eyes flew open when the mental link was completely severed, like the slamming of a door. The Master reached for River... and realized that his hands were secured behind his chair.

"You-- bitch!" he snarled, straining forward and struggling fiercely against the cuffs. The chair rattled and shook with his efforts. "Don't you dare!"

And then he chuckled, his eyes snapping with vicious disdain. "You're not his wife," the Master snapped. "You're nothing but a novelty to him. A pet."

The Master's bark was far worse than his bite at this point, do he can just go ahead and growl and bark useless threats and hurtful things at her. She's pretty much ignoring him. Much more focused on primping her curls back into some semblance of order and straightening the clothing he'd managed to ruffle in their passionate embrace earlier.

Leaning down, she picks up his Laser screwdriver and narrows her eyes as she points it straight at his chest. Moving it so that it was aimed exactly at his right heart. "You think I would trust the word of someone who doesn't know what love is and will never experience it himself? Hardly. Now, should I kill you here and now for invading my mind like you did or should I let you sit and stew in your own juices for a bit? I'm sure it'll take quite some time before you're discovered...."

The Master stilled, his eyes going wide, when she pointed the screwdriver at him.

"You wouldn't," he breathed. He wasn't talking of murder-- she couldn't, anyhow, seeing as the weapon was isomorphically controlled. But he'd just had the sneaking, sickening suspicion River would make sure somehow that it wouldn't be just anyone discovering him.

Ah, now we're getting somewhere. River's lips quirk into a dangerous grin, "Oh? Again, I think you've underestimated me." She steps away from him and turns towards the door. Purposely pocketing his sonic screwdriver. "I think I'll just be off then."

And with that, she gives him a saucy wink, blows a kiss, and walks out. Leaving him all alone, handcuffed, and naked. Knowing the Doctor would show up eventually.

The humiliation would surely last awhile.

Edited 2011-11-08 19:57 (UTC)

The Master was right - there was only one person coming to find him, even if River's "rescuer" might be a bit late.

Make that an hour late.

Maybe under an hour. Five minutes. Under by five minutes.

There's a brief minute on the other side of the door as the Doctor tried to sonic it open. His sonic screwdriver buzzed away. River's message on his psychic paper had been vague, especially on something important like proper directions and that had set off more alarms than anything else -- River was annoyingly specific with her coordinates, at the very least, and while she couldn't be expected to respect things like historic landmarks, she did at least pay more attention to directions. The door suddenly popped open, banging against the wall as the Doctor half-shoved, half barreled in, red in the face and out of breath from a run up and down the City. He came to a stop as he took in the Master sitting in a chair.

Barely dressed. Handcuffed.

"Oh," the Doctor said intelligently while he tried to catch his breath.

The corner of the Master's mouth lifted up in a sneer as River stole his screwdriver. The gall! Although he really shouldn't have expected anything less from a consort of the Doctor's. Especially one who thought she was in any way special due to that smidgen of Time Lord in her.

Whether she knew it or not, she was now marked, and if she had any sense that should worry her.

"Catch you later," he called out to her back, purposely saving his panicked struggles for after she'd left. The handcuffs, of course, were good. Too good. By the time the Doctor came running up the stairs and banged open the door, the Master was similarly out of breath but no closer to freeing himself.

He still managed to roll his eyes and attempt to save what little face he had left.

"Get a good look?" the Master arched an eyebrow, clearly vexed.

"I've had enough time for several good looks," the Doctor shot back. He peered about the room, his head snapping left and right as if expecting River to come popping out of the cupboard with an explanation or three in her hands. "Where'd you put her? Doctor Song. Marvelous hair, doesn't seem to like you."

Obviously the Master wasn't going anywhere, otherwise he would have freed himself by now. There were a limited number of options here: either the Master kidnapped River or it was the other way around and River was doing that Thing where she thought she was protecting him by going after his best enemies. Given the fact he knew the Master much better than River, he wanted to say that this might've been his doing. Maybe. Possibly. Maybe-possibly-could be. Hard to tell! Prowling about the room, the Doctor seemed to come to the conclusion that River was in fact not hiding in the cupboard ready to brain him over the head with an explanation or three and maybe he might have better luck asking the Master.

The Doctor came up to the Master, his eyes flicking around and picking out the small telltale signs of a struggle.

"So! River and handcuffs again! I'm not surprised." He bent down to tug at the handcuffs around the Master's wrists non-too gently. "I really ought to find out where she keeps getting them."

"You certainly took your sweet time getting here," the Master observed acidly, "For somebody so concerned." He craned his neck, trying to watch the Doctor's movements when the other Time Lord went behind him.

"If you're still looking for Doctor Song, she left. With the key." He wouldn't have thought that needed to be said, but the Doctor haphazardly pulling at the handcuffs, as if they'd just pop free, seemed to confirm that it did.

"Bad directions. Unusually bad." The Doctor jingled and jangled the handcuffs. "I suppose I ought to ask what the two of you were doing here together."

It would be so easy to release the Master. Just pop those handcuffs open with the sonic screwdriver. But the Doctor had an idea, more than an inkling, what had happened here and he wasn't feeling quite as charitable as earlier. Finding that the handcuffs weren't going to get up and walk away on their own, the Doctor rounded the back of the chair and prowled about the room until he found a chair of his own, a high backed thing that scraped along the floor until he had it positioned right where he wanted it. The Doctor flopped down into it and hooked one leg over the other, lacing his fingers together in his lap and while he could at least give the Master his shirt back, he instead cleared his throat.

"So. I get a message from River saying she needs help. And here you are."

It seemed as if the Doctor was trying his hardest to make this process as irritating as possible. The chair dragged along the floor, making noises the Master hadn't been aware chairs could even make. Having his hands free to, he didn't know, cover his ears, might have been nice. By the time the Doctor was well and settled, the Master was burning two holes into his head.

"Personal business," he gritted out between his teeth.

"Personal business," the Doctor repeated. His eyes roamed over the Master's...current condition, plus handcuffs. "Master of the obvious, you! Very personal, I'd say."

He could leave the Master here for however long it took for him to figure out a way to free himself, as if that would teach him a lesson. Ignoring the fact that the Master was trying to burn holes right through his forehead, the Doctor pretended to inspect the armrest of his chair, picking at it with his nail and knowing that he'd have to try to get the story from River at some point, make sure she wasn't....damaged. It had probably been only a matter of time before the Master picked up what an annoyingly interesting woman River was and decided he wanted to know more, taking rather than just asking. He couldn't say he wasn't disappointed and angry at him.

After all this time between them. All those centuries. And here they were, back where they had been lives and faces and countless friends and enemies later!

The Master himself couldn't say he wasn't disappointed. Though not surprised that the Doctor seemed to think this was the perfect moment for a little hearts-to-hearts. Apparently he didn't feel this was humiliation enough.

Which was exactly why the Master wasn't going to admit humiliation at all. He leaned forward with a lazy, twisted smile. "Want all the juicy, sordid details, do you? Everything I got up to with your little wife?"

The corner of the Doctor's mouth twitched.

"Basically, yeah." He tried not to show his surprise at the word "wife". Of course he'd suspected. In fact he might have even accidentally proposed nights and nights ago in front of the TARDIS, although he had to admit he still wasn't quite sure if that counted. The Doctor had to fight to keep his face from looking interested despite himself even knowing full well that knowing the Master, the man hadn't simply asked and gotten a straight answer out of River.

"Why?" The Doctor asked simply. He could run down the list: why did he decide to do this when it looked like things could work out? Why bother when it was only a matter of time before he was found out? And so on and on and on.

Was that the faintest look of surprise on the Doctor's face? It was hard to tell, but the Master thought so. Certainly he'd be surprised at the knowledge of his impending death, and that was a secret the Master planned to keep for later.

For now he favored his dear, old enemy with a look of pure annoyance. "'Why' what?" he squinted. "Why here? Why now?" And then his expression turned sly again. "Why not you?"

It most certainly was the faintest look of surprise on his face. Of course the Master had to be sharp today and notice the look that wasn't supposed to be surprised, the Doctor frowning at him and knowing that frowning in disapproval or shaking fingers at him, even raising his voice, wouldn't do any good at all.

"I suppose all three at once," the Doctor said, not quite liking that look on the Master's face and realizing deep down he may have missed it in an odd sort of way. "Let's start with 'why now'."

"Why not now?" The Master shrugged as best he could, resting back in the chair in a faux display of comfort. It was painfully clear that the Doctor hadn't a clue what had happened here. He was digging fruitlessly, and the Master saw no reason not to mislead him.

"She's quite a looker, your wife." He liked casually dropping that little bomb. Yes, Doctor, the Master was up to something with your beloved. Something that obviously didn't require clothing. He had to be quite curious, didn't he?

"I can't say I pictured you as the type to care," the Doctor said primly, still struggling to adjust to the idea that one, he was apparently going to look forward to getting married in the future and maybe he had accidentally proposed to her.

Oddly enough, River hadn't breathed a word of that night since then. He wasn't sure why. Maybe she knew it was coming.

So did that mean he'd been married the last time he saw her alive, before the Library? It certainly put things into a new perspective! The Doctor squinted at the Master, trying to read him: the man looked for all intents and purposes like he meant to get hand-cuffed half-naked right where he was and maybe the Doctor ought to be jealous of it, too. The Doctor could say safely he wasn't. That one time a life ago was enough. Not exactly good memories. The Doctor tilted his head. So if the Master knew that, what else did he know? There was no possible way he could have picked up her trip to the Library from her head, right?

"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?"

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?

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."

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.

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.

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."

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.

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Cool if we wrap this up?

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