@ivegotforever (cont. from here)
No.
Heartbeat pounding harshly in his ear—god he feels like he’s going to faint. He recalls the last moment that face was in his presence and feels his whole body turn icy. The Year That Never Was, one of the most terrible times in the captain’s interminable life full of torturous acts that left permanent traumatic scars on his psyche. Even with all the years that passed from that terrible time there are still nights where he is plagued with that man’s face—and that laugh.
Jack is much stronger now then he was. He’s got a harder exterior without the hopeful thoughts of the Doctor coming back to him. He doesn’t have anyone to hold him back from doing anything cruel. He has nothing.
“I thought you were dead.” With his heart still beating erratically the captain shows no emotions on his face. His body is screaming to take out his pistol that’s hidden in a secret inner coat pocket and pull the trigger. The man showed Jack no mercy, why should he kind? For the reason he could not be certain if the man who stands before him is the Master. “Guess I shouldn’t expect anything different—Time Lords don’t usually stay dead.”
Oh? Interesting thesis. Yet, he’d beg to differ. In his time he’s seen his fair share of Time Lords die and not come back to life. Some even died by his own hand. Though none of this mattered now. Not when he was talking to a professional in the coming back to life business.
“Funny how you phrased that. How’s immortality treating you? Have you died recently?,” the Master smirked, revelling in making nonchalant remarks and veiling his motives in an air of such lighthearted small-talk that it stung and burned just as much as his usual vitriolic words.
He showed no fear, displayed no wariness, even though at the back of his mind he was constantly weighing his chances of survival. The Master was playing with fire, that he knew, but if he took no risks he would reap no rewards.
“Tell me. Do I still haunt your dreams?”
