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Lost Boys	By : Turkaholic Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 3820 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Note: Thank you so much for the support I've had so far. I just wanted to say that, since from this point on, my writing will be slowing down considerably. I'm sorry, but deadlines for uni are rushing up now, and I need to concentrate on that.
Please please please let me know what you think so far. You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear from people who read my work, and it helps me, too.
I'm not sure how many of you have now seen the Season Eight finale, but when I'm sure that I'm not going to spoil it for anyone, there are a few points about this fanfic I intend to make. Trying to bite my tongue about this is so very very frustrating.
Turkaholic
Chapter 29
The two Timelords stared at each other silently for a moment; the Master framed against the fading red sky as the fear and confusion faded slowly from his expression. The Doctor frowned almost painfully as he recognised the expression on the other man's face. He'd never seen the Master look so afraid.
"You need to learn some manners." Growled the Master, the fear turning to anger as his lip curled. He strode forwards and pressed a finger against the Doctor's forehead hard. His teeth bared. "Keep your useless little thoughts inside your own head."
The Doctor swallowed against the gag, backing away from the finger as best he could. The Master's eye twitched and he pressed his lips together. "Now, let's see if we've learned our lesson yet."
Now it was the Doctor's turn to look confused. He felt the Master's fingers slip around to the back of his head, fumbling with something. A moment later, the painful pressure finally eased against the Doctor's mouth.
He hissed as the Master pulled away the tie, the dried blood at the corner of his mouth peeling back with it. His tongue felt raw and bruised; his lips cracked and dry. The Master watched as the Doctor worked his jaw gingerly. It ached.
The Master sighed in impatience. He arched his eyebrows. "Can you talk? Or is there a god somewhere up there that finally answered my prayers?"
The Doctor glared at him, licking the blood from the corners of his mouth before he answered.
"Those people down there didn't have to die."
The Master rolled his eyes and pushed the tie back into the Doctor's mouth, holding it there with his hand. The Doctor gasped. "Right," he said loudly, "let's try that again shall we?" He snatched the tie away once more, throwing it to the floor. "Now. Manners."
"Why did you do it?"
There was a brief pause. The Master looked at the frustration in the Doctor's face and pressed his lips together tightly. "Oh, and now suddenly the Doctor thinks I need to explain myself to him." He raised an eyebrow mockingly. "You know, maybe I should leave you there for a few days. Might teach you to respect your betters."
The Doctor leaned forwards against the handcuffs, ignoring the screaming pain that was growing stronger in his arms. He could no longer feel his fingers. "Gallifrey burned. Our own people-"
"-and whose fault was that?" snapped the Master childishly, his face coming within inches of the Doctor's own. The taller Timelord stopped short. His eyes flickered across the Master's face, his lips parted as the words sank in.
"…I did what I had to." He breathed. "I swear, it was the only way; it was. But this -" He gritted his teeth, his voice shaking with emotion as it grew louder, "this was just murder for murder's sake! You destroyed an entire country just because you could!"
The Master's face lifted into a bitter smirk. "Oh I do love it when you get cross." He leaned in, eyes wide. "Do it again."
The Doctor sighed through his gritted teeth and shook his head. "Master…" his voice dropped to a confiding whisper. The Master closed his eyes and smiled at the sound of his name. The Doctor ignored it. "…just look at what you've done. Deep, deep down, some part of you must know this is wrong."
The Master stared at him for a moment as some unknown emotion flickered across his face. His smile turned sour and he moved forwards, placing the palm of his hand on his chest. The Doctor fell back against the railings with a hollow thud. The Master followed him forwards, pressing himself against him, the same way he had done what seemed like an eternity ago – when the handcuffs had first been put on. He leaned in to the Doctor's ear. The taller Timelord panted, unable to stop himself shuddering at the sudden touch.
The Master closed his eyes. He nudged against the Doctor's head for a moment. "Do you remember," he mumbled, "all those years ago, before the Time War…" The Master breathed in to the Doctor's ear, "you were always getting in my way. Entire galaxies burned in my wake as we fought across the stars…" he paused, his throat tightening as he looked almost reverently upwards. The Doctor swallowed hard. Suddenly the Master let out a soft, mocking laugh. "What makes you think that anything has changed?"
The Doctor felt the warmth of the Master's breath on his neck, felt their bodies pressed together and reacted to it in spite of himself. Even as the frustration and sadness lingered in his head, his eyes rolled backwards and he closed them. He knew he'd passed the point of pretending the connection didn't still exist, but that didn't mean the Doctor didn't hate himself for it.
The Master's fingers clutched at the other Timelord's chest. A vague smirk rose at the lack of resistance, and his hand began to move slowly downwards. The Doctor's muscles twitched under them.
In the taller Timelord's head, panic began to flutter, torn between the urge to give in and the desperate – almost physical – fear of it. He couldn't allow the Master another victory, not like this. If he let the Master in right now – after something so horrific – then he'd never forgive himself: he'd lose his mind. He thought of Tish, Francine, Jack… Martha. His stomach churned as he opened his eyes once more, forcing himself to look out of the window at the devastation below. His brow knotted.
"I didn't say it had," he whispered, forcing the words out with all the mental strength he had. The other Timelord's hand paused on the Doctor's stomach.
The next words out of the Doctor's mouth were risky, he knew it all too well: the Master was unstable now beyond anything he'd ever seen before; but he'd seen that fear in the Master's face, seen the way he pulled back from the connection, and he knew what it meant. It was a faint glimmer of hope, and that was all he'd ever needed. "but that doesn't stop me from being right."
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