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Lapidary	By : Savaialian Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 1563 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lapidary
- 2-TWO
- 3-THREE
- 4-FOUR
- 5-FIVE
- 6-SIX
- 7-SEVEN
- 8-EIGHT
- 9-NINE
- 10-TEN
- 11-ELEVEN
- 12-TWELVE
- 13-THIRTEEN
- 14-FOURTEEN
- 15-FIFTEEN
- 16-SIXTEEN
- 17-SEVENTEEN
- 18-EIGHTEEN
- 19-NINETEEN
- 20-TWENTY
- 21-TWENTY-ONE
- 22-TWENTY-TWO
- 23-TWENTY-THREE
- 24-TWENTY-FOUR
- 25-EPILOGUE
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- 13
“I know you want to lie in bed all day, but you can’t,” the Master said, prodding me awake verbally. I felt his hand touch my forehead. “You don’t have a fever, at least,” he added. “Okay, rise and shine, Doctor.” He got an arm behind my shoulders and made me sit up. I had to grab him to keep from falling back into the sheets.
It’s barely sunrise, I protested. The birds were singing full force, though, and I smelled the pretty poisonous vine from a good, cool and damp breeze coming in through the balcony doors. The Master’s bracing arm felt like a pillar of strength and stability.
“Yes, but you have to eat.” The Master went to his closet and started going through it with vigor. To my surprise he pulled out my old clothes and started laying them on the bed. “You need them,” he said after seeing the look on my face. “I know how you are. Your personality imprints on the first thing you put on after regenerating. Right now, they’ll be the most comfortable clothes you can wear.” He got out my red Converse and made a face. “You’re so unique,” he murmured, not being entirely complimentary.
Woozy, I let myself be dressed. He threaded my arms through the brown t-shirt and popped the opening over my head. “You have the longest arms,” he commented. He then put my shirt on, but let it hang unbuttoned. When he leaned over to loosen the knot on the towel I’d slept in, our eyes met. “I know,” he said. “Pretty intimate stuff for me, too, but I don’t trust anyone else to look after you properly. This is the first time you’ve ever been part of a household I’ve created, and as such, I’m inclined to treat you like I would any good employee. Yet, you aren’t an employee.” He whipped the towel off and his eyes never flickered downward. “You’re the Doctor,” he said.
And, you’re the Master, I thought. I knew exactly what he meant. Our respective pursuits here on Seldatia kept us from interacting on a more personal level. Even sleeping beside each other wasn’t too much of an intimacy, especially in a bed this large and mostly littered with cats. Our minds were enough alike to make any socializing very easy now that he wasn’t trying to murder me and I wasn’t attempting to thwart one of his evil schemes. So, we’d allowed ourselves to grow more than a little comfortable with each other. It was easy, letting childhood closeness seep into our adult awarenesses.
The Master knelt to put my trousers on me. “I couldn’t find any underwear,” he muttered. “For shame, Doctor.”
I didn’t see the use in wearing pants under one’s trousers.
He helped me stand and cover myself, then fastened my bothersome fly button by button. I tried not to think about the intimacy of it and partially succeeded. I sat and let him put my socks and shoes on, feeling like a large, gangly doll. That feeling increased when the Master picked up my jar of eyeliner and the brush, and looked at me thoughtfully. “Forgo it?” He asked.
I shook my head. I was used to it now, and it served its purpose. It identified me as his property, and we’d need that little visual clue even more now that he had criminals to punish for my sake. I knew the rules here, having read them in order to enforce them. To go too much against what people expected was dangerous, and small things like the eye paint made bigger, important issues easier to accomplish.
The Master made a study of my facial structure before dipping in the brush and beginning. I had to look right at him, of course. Each stroke he put on made me feel more and more like his kept prize, and I wasn’t entirely averse to the feeling. That hand spread over my left jaw to keep me steady, felt very kind and careful. Warm. He was the perfect temperature, being my own race. And, I loved being touched.
“If only you were as honest with your mouth as well as your mind,” he murmured. “You’re projecting, Doctor.”
I really don’t have the strength to keep my mind close. I’m sorry. You’ll be listening to me a lot for awhile, probably.
“Oh, I don’t mind,” he said, moving on to the other eye. “Your thoughts are extremely free-flowing. There aren’t many people with such order inside such chaos.” He paused in his work to meet my eyes again. “And, it’s entirely gratifying to know you don’t feel too bad about being my property. If I’d known you had a thing for that I’d have obliged you with it a long time ago.”
Keeping me collared and leashed, I said, smiling a little.
He smiled back and finished my paint. “You’re a tease,” he accused lightly. “The biggest one I know.” He had a look at my earring, and I shivered at feeling him twist it a little. “It would serve you right if I granted all your odd little fantasies.” He leaned closer, his face nearly against mine, our lips separated by centimeters. “But, you’d have to ask me very nicely,” he added, his voice soft enough to caress.
I swallowed hard. My thoughts scattered like ball bearings dropped on a tarmac. I felt my hearts begin to beat slowly, and my body got extremely heavy. His personal attention was quite something else.
The Master’s eyes dropped down, considering my face, especially my mouth. “Never really considered it until the festival of sex, but you do have a nice set of lips,” he admitted. “I’ll bet a lot of people have tried to kiss that lying mouth of yours.” He put his thumb up, pressing at the corner where my smile would show the best. “You don’t cooperate with kissing very much, if I know you, Doctor; it’s too intimate. And, you’re perfectly right to protest. Kissing is more intimate than fucking.”
I could agree with that. Kissing wasn’t about reproduction. It had no purposes other than getting close, showing affection, promoting lust. Our people had rarely indulged in it, unlike humans. I hadn’t even known how to kiss for a very long time.
“I didn’t either,” he told me, reaching for my tie. He pulled it under my shirt collar and let it hang while he buttoned my shirt. “Ailla taught me, the horrible little bitch. She probably picked it up from a human conquest.” He smiled bitterly and began expertly knotting my tie. “But, I had to improve on her technique. She tended to slobber a bit. Lucy, however, was an expert, but that was because she wanted to please me.”
I thought of seeing him kiss her. Over and over I’d seen that, and she gave every appearance of enjoying it immensely.
“I made sure to please her. It’s a method of control, after all. You keep your interests close by making them want your attention.” The Master drew my tie closed and started putting me in my jacket. “How embarrassing that I couldn’t ever stop doing that for you. I chased you all over the cosmos, and you barely looked my way until I was blowing something up.”
Deep shame settled into me. What he said was true. Once we parted ways and I saw he wouldn’t stop in his quest to rule the universe, I cut all but the most precious of ties to him. One was the tie of heritage, and the other the tie of hope. I kept those, and they were still all I had of him.
He took my face in his hands just as his robotic counterpart had done, and just looked into me. The weight of his judgment hung, loomed over me like the sword of Damocles.
“There you go,” he murmured. “Assuming so much guilt as if it will feed you somehow. Makes you feel better about being a god.”
I’m not a god.
“Yes, you are,” he corrected softly. “Do you know why, dear Doctor, that you so stringently avoided having any sort of amiable contact with me, or why you refused to rule the universe at my side?” He waited only a moment for my answer, while I still formulated it, he went on. “Because you knew you were dangerous, and because you knew I was dangerous. Two dangerous things together… well… it just isn’t smart, is it?”
I…
“But, if we’re both less dangerous, the risk is smaller,” he said. “Smaller for us both and for everyone in our path.” He leaned down and put his lips on my forehead for a brief and hearts-breaking kiss. “I’m never going to be less dangerous, though. Neither are you. Still, we seem to make a good team, don’t we?”
We do, I admitted. And, I’m very glad to see how much calmer you are, how you’ve regained your cohesion.
The Master smiled at me and let go of my face, but he very lightly dragged his fingers down instead of just stepping free. “Of course you are. You’re the Doctor.” He got my elbow and helped me to stand. “Now, we’re going down to the kitchens, where I’m going to put you at a table in the middle of all the activity and you’re going to tell my cooks what you want to eat. You’ll order anything and everything that strikes your fancy.”
I held up a hand. I can’t-.
“I’ll feed you,” he said with a grin.
**
The Master was good on his word. I got placed in the heart of three concentrically staggered kitchens, at a good, plain and sturdy table. He sat at the end and I sat on the side, putting the corner between us. “Start with the chocolate rum torte,” he told someone, and a huge slice of torte immediately appeared. “You’ll always eat sweets, and I figure milk, eggs and chocolate aren’t harmful to a recovering stomach.” He cut a piece off with the fork and held it up to my mouth.
Holy Rassilon.
Aware everyone covertly watched us, I led him feed me piece after piece of the splendid torte. My belly didn’t complain a bit at the rich food. It was so desperate by now I could have probably processed a diet of nails and razor blades.
The Master’s face dimmed with displeasure as he assessed that sub-thought. “Unforgivable that you would be starved as well as beaten,” he said, and I knew everyone listened. “Starvation is the lowest ploy of gaining control, the method of cowards.”
“My Lord Emperor,” Hann said, coming over to us and bowing. “May I make the lord adjudicator a special tea? It is an old remedy to soften the belly from the hardness of hunger.”
“You may,” the Master said. “Make a pot of white, first blush, too,” he added. He put his hand under my chin, masking his intention to hear my thoughts better while making a show of ownership. “What would you like next?” He asked in Gallifreyan.
Some sort of clear-ish, salty soup, I answered.
The Master ordered a scallion and onion based soup immediately. Hann returned with both sets of tea, proving she’d anticipated their order. The Master made me slowly drink all of Hann’s remedy before serving me the excellent, other tea. By that time the soup came, and he fed me that, too. It tasted heavenly, but I struggled to eat every spoonful.
I think I should wait a little while, I told him. I’m full.
“All right. Back to bed with you, then,” he said, helping me to stand. “Hann,” he called out.
“Yes, my Lord Emperor?” The lead cook asked, appearing quickly.
“Send up a tray in five hours,” he instructed. “More tea and something nutritious he can drink. Make it chocolate flavored, too.” He led me out and toward the stairs.
About halfway to his rooms I lost my strength, failing to stand even with his help. I’m sorry, I said. Let me rest a moment.
“No, you need a bed,” he argued, and again in Gallifreyan. To my shock, the Master simply bent and picked me up. “Don’t struggle,” he ordered, starting back up the stairs. “The more people that know I care about my consort, the easier and more natural my justice will seem. We’re never demonstrative in front of my subjects, because we aren’t really lovers, but they don’t know that. Public displays will have to come with more frequency now.”
Carrying me up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom didn’t seem to tax the Master in the slightest. He put me on the bed and took my shoes off. “Sleep,” he commanded, sticking a ball of the nasty medicine from Matreus under my tongue.
The drug made it impossible to disobey. I felt covers going over me, and it was the last thing I knew until the Master was waking me up for more tea and my meal replacement drink. He’d been right about my own clothes feeling comfortable to me, and the quietude of this planet helped as well. Not as quiet as a zero room, but nice just the same.
The Master examined the gel ice on my hands thoughtfully. “Another hour, probably,” he said, placing my hand carefully across my stomach before getting a cup of tea to my lips. “Your face looks loads better, too.”
My voice box still hurts a lot, I told him.
“Don’t strain to talk, then,” he advised sensibly, getting more tea in my belly. “Its dusk, and I expect you’ll feel a lot better by morning. Providing you sleep some more, that is,” he followed.
It’s been nice having so much of your attention, I admitted.
The Master met my eyes fully, then. His head tilted, and I saw him considering all the possible meanings in what I’d reported. Putting the tea down, he took up the nutritional drink and allowed me to sip it at my own speed. “That was remarkably open and honest of you,” he murmured.
I don’t have any excuse. I’m drugged. I gave him a weak smile. It was true, though. Color and light had tracers, melting into one another, becoming each other, proving they were the same. Sound had dragging echoes, and I’d lost my sense of time. For a Time Lord, that’s usually frightening, but I wasn’t a bit scared. The Master would always know the moment, too, and he was right here with me.
The Master returned my smile. He helped me finish the drink and took the tray away. “Want my attention, do you?” He asked, walking to the other side of the bed. “I daresay. It’s one of your strengths that you know when you’re weak. I’m sure you understand what I mean by that.” He toed off his footwear and crawled under the covers with me. “You have a lot of perception and long vision; more than myself, I’m fairly certain.” Moving close, he coaxed my heavy body to lie alongside his, putting his arm under my head for a pillow. “Go back to sleep, Doctor.”
I obeyed with embarrassing alacrity, the side of my face tucked between his shoulder and pectoral. Breathing in his copal scent, listening to the quiet, and warm and relaxed, I went out like a light.
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