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controlseverything:
To say he was impressed with her unforeseen take would not do justice to the amount of awe that it caused him to feel. One key tell arose, like always, in the form of a facial expression – the crucial feature that gave a peek into the Master’s mercurial temperament. And right now, in this present moment, he felt… surprisingly inspired.
Perfectly set up for a massive fall.
A hand goes to his mouth before any sort of response comes forth, his spindly digits thoughtfully stroking a chin that showed signs of stubble forming. He kept up this action even as the Doctor drew closer, noses almost touching. Oh, how he missed standoffs like this!!!
“Careful, Doctor. You’re starting to sound just like THEM.” As tongue danced fitfully between clenching teeth, he spat the preposition out with enough vitriol to hint at whom he balefully referred to. “I prefer it like this.” He wouldn’t revoke his license to cause destruction and death for any reason, not even the Doctor’s immense capacity to forgive and turn the other would dissuade him.
Or so he keeps telling himself, anyway.
“But I will admit, it is… a comfort to know that we are in agreement on Gallifrey.” A funny little smile hooked at his mouth, tugging it sideways. “Of course it means we’re the last of the Time Lords again. How tragic.”
It took a fair amount of determination to take that little verbal punch to the face - a thousand questions flitted into her mind in rapid succession. At the forefront: was surviving meant to be a punishment or a reward? Following the Master’s train of thought was like following a particularly skittish rabbit down a warren - the best way forward was on instinct. “Am I?” she asked calmly. “What is it you keep saying, Master? That we’re the same? Now, why don’t you ask yourself how sure you are of that?”
The Doctor’s voice softens, but becomes no less menacing. “Oh, yes, paint me as a hapless monstrosity in your narrative all you like, Master. Because if you keep asking for it, one day, you’re going to get it, and you’re not going to like it. Or maybe you will,” she amended. “You’ve always been twisted. Tell me,” the Doctor demanded suddenly, mockingly - “would you like it if I brought you to heel?” The smug smirk on her face dared him to figure out how to answer the extremely loaded question. “I could, you know. There’s no one who could or would hold me accountable. Probably wouldn’t even feel bad about it. You’ve been incredibly naughty.”
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spy-master:
“You’re not a coward, Doctor. You never have been. You’re about as reckless as I am, just more lucky.”
The Doctor shook her head. “I think I know what our problem is. We’re both still seeing the people we knew a millenium ago when we look at each other. I’m not afraid of things like dying, or telling people to shut up and sit down, but there are some things I really don’t want to face. Like the consequences of my actions, or the part of having friends where you have to talk about things that aren’t facts or empty moral lectures.” She pulled her legs up onto the seat and sat with her arms crossed over them, staring at the floor. “Okay, your turn. Instead of me telling you who I think you should be, how about you tell me who you are?”
spy-master:
“I don’t know.” He said, unconsciously tapping next to her. “Your companions, they wouldn’t want to see me again.”
“I don’t - know if they want to see me again either. Not for a while, at least. Yaz - um, she told me I was being a coward by dumping all of this information on them and then running away? That felt... Painfully accurate,” she admitted. “That’s why I did it, actually. It was mostly about me. Sorry it wasn’t completely about you, but at least it had very little to do with them besides... Getting them to stop asking, without ever having to say what I’d done.”
spy-master:
He did, in fact, make the just shot face before the Doctor instructed him not to, but quickly stopped it. “I care. I care deeply, that’s why I’ve been playing this game all these years. I was devastated when you fell off that radio tower, but kept the game going so that you wouldn’t lose interest in me… and I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly sane when the San Fransisco stuff went down. But I stayed on Earth when you were in your worst state, exiled…” He didn’t know why he was admitting this. “Is there truth serum in the air?” He asked.
“Uh, sure,” the Doctor said. “Let’s go with that. Can we just… find somewhere to sit down? This is a lot, and I’ve had a long day already, and usually I can go for weeks on just anger and righteousness but I’m fresh out of those for once. I’m just tired.”
“There’s a seat over there.” He said, pointing, and walking towards it. He was tired himself, though he’d never admit that.”
The Doctor followed him and nearly collapsed into it, putting her head into her hands. "So where do we go from here?" she finally asked, after a long, drawn out sigh.
spy-master:
He did, in fact, make the just shot face before the Doctor instructed him not to, but quickly stopped it. “I care. I care deeply, that’s why I’ve been playing this game all these years. I was devastated when you fell off that radio tower, but kept the game going so that you wouldn’t lose interest in me… and I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly sane when the San Fransisco stuff went down. But I stayed on Earth when you were in your worst state, exiled…” He didn’t know why he was admitting this. “Is there truth serum in the air?” He asked.
“Uh, sure,” the Doctor said. “Let’s go with that. Can we just... find somewhere to sit down? This is a lot, and I’ve had a long day already, and usually I can go for weeks on just anger and righteousness but I’m fresh out of those for once. I’m just tired.”
spy-master:
“I’ve never felt bad about destroying a planet before, why should I now?” He asked. He did feel a twinge of guilt. “Let’s not talk about dead planets right now, though, alright?” He didn’t want her to be upset.
“Subject change. I went back because Clara died,” the Doctor said, “but it wasn’t...” She stared up at the sky, sighing heavily. “I cannot believe I’m about to admit this,” she groaned, “but okay, you weren’t exactly wrong when you said she was essentially our puppy and. I wasn’t exactly okay with the only thing in recent memory that you’d given me that I actually loved being gone, do not laugh or make that face like I’ve just shot you, once was enough and I might cry if you do it again. I care, Master, I just - don’t know what I’m doing,” she admitted. “I never have. Especially not when it comes to you.”
spy-master:
The Master paused for several moments, shocked. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and what did I do? Tried to take over Earth, the Universe, because I thought you cared more about those things than me. I found out something horrible, and.. I can’t tell you, but trust me, it’s bad.”
The Doctor rolled her eyes. “Have I mentioned Gallifrey once? I went back there shortly after Clara. It was - stupid,” she said. “I don’t want to talk about it right now because you’ll laugh at me, but I went back and I ended up shooting someone and threw Rassilon off the planet - it wasn’t great. I cried over it when I thought it was my fault and the Daleks’ fault, but that was a few hundred years ago and I have realized I was not missing much during those few hundred years. This time it’s your fault, so I technically don’t have to be upset about anything except the fact that there were probably at least ten innocent people you killed on that planet. Five. How many children were there? I can never remember. I don’t... like that about myself very much. A lot of innocent children, probably.”
spy-master:
“I needed to stop myself… I would’ve done the universe worse damage had I not stabbed him.” He said. “I was protecting you, Doctor.” He said, looking into her eyes, anger softening. “I’m sorry, I should’ve stayed…”
“...No, you probably should have left me to die on that ship,” the Doctor said finally. “I mean, it’s not like it stuck and I... I don’t know what to do,” she sighed, “because I just can’t have you running around killing people for fun, I can’t have that around me because I don’t want to be like that. But telling you that hasn’t ever stopped you, and making you stop... I thought you were just playing games with me again. You didn’t seem to be taking it that seriously,” the Doctor said faintly. “I thought it was an exercise in showing me how much like you I am again and you were just putting in some effort into making it look believable... Until I believed it, and then ran us headfirst into one of your old messes, and -” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Then it all went really, really sideways. And while I’m putting everyone dying solely on you, because only one of us regularly raises Cyberman armies - what happened to you was my fault.”
“That’s why I feel responsible for you, Master. Because I happened to you, just like everyone else who has ever known me. And it just keeps happening, because you don’t have the sense to stay away or stay dead.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she said it.
spy-master:
“I shot him, and he shot me, then ran away. I stood with you, and you didn’t even bother to check for me. I laid on the grass for a long time, I thought I was going to die, he told me I couldn’t regenerate from my wounds. I was terrified, in pain. Someone must’ve taken me off the ship, because I woke up in a hospital ship with a new face.”
“You what?” she asked, now completely flabbergasted. She needed several moments to process what he had just told her. The Doctor hadn’t found words yet, but her face explained most of it fairly well - confusion, comprehension, and then, the exact moment her hearts broke.
“...I didn’t know. I didn’t know, and it wasn’t my fault - but if I had known, I would have gone back, I swear. I thought you were gone. I - why did you even leave?”
spy-master:
“You don’t know what the problem is? Really?” He asked. “You locked me up, you forced me to act the way you wanted me to, and then you abandoned me, Doctor, abandoned me when I was dying on that space ship. I almost didn’t regenerate.” He was wondering how she could be so self-centered.
“Yeah. I did the first two things, but - what?” she asked, her nose scrunching up as she blinked at him slowly. “What do you mean, dying on the spaceship? You ran off with your past self, and then I did die on that spaceship. I have no idea how the hell I even got back to the TARDIS, or how it got off. You are way off, buddy, you left me to die on that spaceship, and I damn near didn’t bother to regenerate. So thanks for that,” she said, rolling her eyes.
spy-master:
The Master put his phone in his pocket, and arrived at the location. “I’m here.” He said, annoyed at her. “I came. What do you want?”
“I have no idea what I want but what I definitely need is to understand what the problem between us is and how the hell to fix it, because all I’ve managed to figure out that running away from it isn’t working at all. My next favorite solution for problems after avoiding them is talking at them.”
spy-master:
“Enemies, friends, what’s the difference in the scheme of things.” He said. “You feel responsible for me? I’m not a Time Tot, you know.”
“Can we hang up now? This is ridiculous.” She snaps her Razr shut and shoves it into her pocket, storming outside to wait for him.
spy-master:
“Given them to your companions?” He asked. “No, that would be too much. Shredded them?” He asked as his own TARDIS parked noisily. “
“Actually,” she replied. “That’s exactly what I’ve done.”
The Doctor paused for a moment to let that sink in, to let him catalogue the files in his head.
“I’m not letting you control the narrative,” she said calmly. “And before you ask - no, I didn’t redact anything about what I’ve done to you. I don’t know if you want me to feel responsible for you or not, but I felt it was important that they understand why I needed a while by myself to go deal with my trigger-happy, lunatic -” she stopped. “I don’t even know what we are to each other anymore, but.” She doesn’t finish the sentence.
spy-master:
“I will.” He said, as he stepped into the TARDIS. He dematerialized, then gave the Doctor a call. “Hello, I miss you dearly.” He said. He grinned behind the phone.
“I mostly missed the chance to add that Lethe would have collapsed on its own in the end because humans never learn and the O-rings were incorrectly converted again, which I discovered five minutes in,” she replied as the parking brakes squealed in the background. “So it’s really not exactly a victory, but I wanted to give you that feeling so I could take it away from you. But don’t worry. Now that I have your attention,” she said, “don’t you want to know what I’ve done with those files? It’s really very good.”
spy-master:
“You stole some of my files. Good thing I had copies. I’ve been going through them, trying to find what you’re hiding.” He responded. “Do you really think I’d not keep copies, Doctor?” He checked his wristwatch. “We only have five more minutes.” He said, heading quickly towards the TARDISES. “We should talk some more. I’ll send coordinates.”
The Doctor pulls out her phone and watches the time as she talks. “I wasn’t hiding it. Don’t care if you have copies. Assumed you did, actually. We’re on Lethe. It was named after the Greek river of forgetfulness - post-mortem. In the year 2743, human colonists set off to build an artificial planet. The project was fraught with issues. In 2744, six months into their project, they failed to check in. By the time anyone thought to check on them, the entire satellite’s structural integrity had abruptly failed due to unknown causes. I came here to find out why. You win,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Lethe, though. Could have been saved if anyone had been listening for the distress call - symbolic, innit? Call me.”