Doctor Who/Life on Mars fic
Title: I Can't Decide
Author: acidpenguin46
Characters: Gene, The Master, Lucy Saxon, mentions of the Doctor and Sam Tyler
Word Count: 1,281
Rating: Blueish brown Cortina (R-ish)
Warning: Violence, sexual references, character death, swearing
Summary: The Master needs a new companion.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately it's not mine, it all belongs the BBC and, in the case of Life on Mars, Kudos.
NOTES: A little bit of warped darkness for jean_geanie, who requested a sequel to All Over The Place (part three of which is here), which is still techinically set a week after the events at the end of part three in 1973, even though it's been slightly longer in the future (I love wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff!). If you're familiar with new Who, then you know where the title has been snagged from ;p And I'm probably not going to post this over at lifein1973 , because it's more of a DW fic featuring Gene Hunt than it is a Life on Mars fic.
I hope you enjoy it hon! :)
I Can't Decide
He had to admit he hadn’t predicted this. The world, the entire universe, was now his for the taking but all of his plans, all his visions of victory, seemed somehow incomplete. He examined the puzzle of his mind, arranging the pieces together before blowing them apart in frustration. It was always the same piece that was missing. A piece with blonde hair, piercing green eyes and a camel hair coat he couldn’t help but love the feel of in his clenched fists. When he had overcome Tyler’s mind, he hadn’t predicted that the stunted little ape’s memories would stick around. He listened as the sound of drums echoed inside his head, pounding out the same two words, over and over. Gene Hunt. Gene Hunt.
He saw Lucy two months after his return. He watched her as she stood before him, trembling like a leaf, begging for her life. His mind flashed back to the Valiant, to the sight of her praying, just like all of the other sheep. Praying for their blessed Doctor to come and cure them. He pressed a button on the laser screwdriver she had only handed back to him a few minutes before, and watched as her fragile body arched backwards, crumbling to the ground. The corner of his mouth twitched as the sound of her screams faded into the dark, and as those two words continued to pound away inside his mind, he spun around and walked towards his freshly grown TARDIS. It was time to return to 1973.
He made a few preparation visits, here and there. All of them within the week after he escaped. He watched Hunt from a distance, landing his TARDIS in places that seemed familiar to him, even though he had never been to them before. He gauged Gene’s mood, planning the best course of action. If he ever observed Hunt’s gaze linger a little too long in his general direction, as though he had caught sight of someone who looked like his former DI, he vanished into whatever his TARDIS was disguised as. It wasn’t the right time for a sort of confrontation. He studied Gene and he plotted, and after a week had passed in 1973 he lifted a fist and knocked on thick glass, screwdriver in pocket and one question on his mind.
He smirked as he heard a tumble of curse words and thumps spill from behind the door and stood back as it opened. He observed as the colour drained from Hunt’s face and his smirk widened. “Long time, no see, Hunt.”
He watched as Gene rubbed an arm across his face and blinked. It was almost endearing really. “So I take it yer still think you’re not Tyler then.”
He ignored the question and stepped right into Gene’s face. “Yes, I will come in. Thank you for asking.” He braced himself for the inevitable, and sure enough big hands grabbed at the lapels of his suit jacket and hurled him into the shadows of the hallway, throwing him against the wall and pinning him there.
“What do you want?” Gene’s voice came out in a low growl and he felt like laughing.
“You know, being pinned to a wall may have gotten Tyler off, but I’m afraid my tastes are a little less submissive.” The anger in Gene’s eyes intensified at the mention of Sam, and as he replied, the words, “Oh yeah?” snarling from his mouth, the Master quickly glided to his left, avoiding the punch aimed directly at his solar plexus.
“As polite as ever, I see.”
Gene grunted as he nursed the fist that had connected quite solidly with his brick wall. “I’ll say it again, only slightly louder, what do you want?” He tilted his head to the side, examining Gene as he shouted the final four words, and grinned as the other man stalked off.
“You really are quite amusing for a human.” He paused and sniggered, before continuing. “More amusing than Tyler at any rate. Ever considered a career in comedy?” Gene ignored him and continued the journey to his armchair, picking up a half-empty tumbler of alcohol and sitting down.
“If all yer goin’ to do is show just how much you love the sound of yer own voice, then fuck off.”
“Aww, did someone pour themselves out of the wrong side of the bed this morning?” He affected a condescending, child-like tone of voice that he knew humans hated, and sure enough the sound of breaking glass sounded throughout the room as Gene’s tumbler shattered on the corner table.
“If you value your vital organs, I suggest pissing off before you find at least one of them severely damaged.” He spoke in a low, deadly growl, and the Master couldn’t help but giggle.
“Don’t worry; I’ll be leaving soon enough. I just wanted to ask you a question first.” Gene raised an eyebrow, his fists clenching and unclenching as though he wanted to throttle something. Hard. “It’s not about how much longer you have left on this Earth is it, because if you don’t piss off it won’t be longer than a few minutes.”
The corner of the Master’s mouth twitched. “Sorry, we’ll leave that one till later. I was actually wondering how much you wanted to see Tyler again.”
He watched as the anger drained from Gene’s face, leaving him looking tired and almost defeated. He had him right where he wanted them, and he ignored how much that turned him on. “What, you flip a switch and suddenly your Tyler again?” He observed the glimmer of hope. Humans. So predictable. He almost rolled his eyes, but figured it wouldn’t go down so well.
“Not exactly, but I can take you to where he is.”
He heard the resentment rising in Hunt’s voice. “Look, the only reason you’re still standing is because I have a splitting headache, something that you’re not helping. So if you have a point, get to it.”
“Patience is a virtue, Mr. Hunt, or didn’t Tyler teach you any manners?” He grinned at the disgust on Hunt’s face. “I’ve had some…” he paused, searching for the right word. “Complications with a previous acquaintance of mine, and let’s just say she had to be dismissed. You could be a great replacement.”
“What’s this got to do with Sam?”
“There are certain perks to this position, certain things you will discover, if you play your cards right. Come with me and I’ll show you all different sorts of card games.”
“Or I could kick ten types of shit out of yer until you tell me where Sam is?” He detected something more than an empty threat in his words and reached into his coat pocket, feeling the reassuring coldness of his screwdriver under his fingertips. “Violence will not get you anywhere. Definitely not to where Tyler is. The only way you’ll discover that is if you don’t fight me.” Gene’s shoulders, previously tense with the thrill of the fight, slumped and the Master grinned in mocking consolation. “You can grab your gun if you like. If you don’t find what you’re after, you can always vent your frustration.”
Hunt looked at him like he had grown a second head before rising from his chair. “It’s upstairs.”
He grinned. “I can wait.”
He watched as Gene, as his new companion, thundered off. Sure he might be angry when he’s taken to see Tyler in 2006 only to learn he can’t interfere, sure he might resist the idea of remaining at his side once he finds out. He’ll come around though. His grin widened, and he allowed himself a small chuckle. They always do.
Author: acidpenguin46
Characters: Gene, The Master, Lucy Saxon, mentions of the Doctor and Sam Tyler
Word Count: 1,281
Rating: Blueish brown Cortina (R-ish)
Warning: Violence, sexual references, character death, swearing
Summary: The Master needs a new companion.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately it's not mine, it all belongs the BBC and, in the case of Life on Mars, Kudos.
NOTES: A little bit of warped darkness for jean_geanie, who requested a sequel to All Over The Place (part three of which is here), which is still techinically set a week after the events at the end of part three in 1973, even though it's been slightly longer in the future (I love wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff!). If you're familiar with new Who, then you know where the title has been snagged from ;p And I'm probably not going to post this over at lifein1973 , because it's more of a DW fic featuring Gene Hunt than it is a Life on Mars fic.
I hope you enjoy it hon! :)
I Can't Decide
He had to admit he hadn’t predicted this. The world, the entire universe, was now his for the taking but all of his plans, all his visions of victory, seemed somehow incomplete. He examined the puzzle of his mind, arranging the pieces together before blowing them apart in frustration. It was always the same piece that was missing. A piece with blonde hair, piercing green eyes and a camel hair coat he couldn’t help but love the feel of in his clenched fists. When he had overcome Tyler’s mind, he hadn’t predicted that the stunted little ape’s memories would stick around. He listened as the sound of drums echoed inside his head, pounding out the same two words, over and over. Gene Hunt. Gene Hunt.
He saw Lucy two months after his return. He watched her as she stood before him, trembling like a leaf, begging for her life. His mind flashed back to the Valiant, to the sight of her praying, just like all of the other sheep. Praying for their blessed Doctor to come and cure them. He pressed a button on the laser screwdriver she had only handed back to him a few minutes before, and watched as her fragile body arched backwards, crumbling to the ground. The corner of his mouth twitched as the sound of her screams faded into the dark, and as those two words continued to pound away inside his mind, he spun around and walked towards his freshly grown TARDIS. It was time to return to 1973.
He made a few preparation visits, here and there. All of them within the week after he escaped. He watched Hunt from a distance, landing his TARDIS in places that seemed familiar to him, even though he had never been to them before. He gauged Gene’s mood, planning the best course of action. If he ever observed Hunt’s gaze linger a little too long in his general direction, as though he had caught sight of someone who looked like his former DI, he vanished into whatever his TARDIS was disguised as. It wasn’t the right time for a sort of confrontation. He studied Gene and he plotted, and after a week had passed in 1973 he lifted a fist and knocked on thick glass, screwdriver in pocket and one question on his mind.
He smirked as he heard a tumble of curse words and thumps spill from behind the door and stood back as it opened. He observed as the colour drained from Hunt’s face and his smirk widened. “Long time, no see, Hunt.”
He watched as Gene rubbed an arm across his face and blinked. It was almost endearing really. “So I take it yer still think you’re not Tyler then.”
He ignored the question and stepped right into Gene’s face. “Yes, I will come in. Thank you for asking.” He braced himself for the inevitable, and sure enough big hands grabbed at the lapels of his suit jacket and hurled him into the shadows of the hallway, throwing him against the wall and pinning him there.
“What do you want?” Gene’s voice came out in a low growl and he felt like laughing.
“You know, being pinned to a wall may have gotten Tyler off, but I’m afraid my tastes are a little less submissive.” The anger in Gene’s eyes intensified at the mention of Sam, and as he replied, the words, “Oh yeah?” snarling from his mouth, the Master quickly glided to his left, avoiding the punch aimed directly at his solar plexus.
“As polite as ever, I see.”
Gene grunted as he nursed the fist that had connected quite solidly with his brick wall. “I’ll say it again, only slightly louder, what do you want?” He tilted his head to the side, examining Gene as he shouted the final four words, and grinned as the other man stalked off.
“You really are quite amusing for a human.” He paused and sniggered, before continuing. “More amusing than Tyler at any rate. Ever considered a career in comedy?” Gene ignored him and continued the journey to his armchair, picking up a half-empty tumbler of alcohol and sitting down.
“If all yer goin’ to do is show just how much you love the sound of yer own voice, then fuck off.”
“Aww, did someone pour themselves out of the wrong side of the bed this morning?” He affected a condescending, child-like tone of voice that he knew humans hated, and sure enough the sound of breaking glass sounded throughout the room as Gene’s tumbler shattered on the corner table.
“If you value your vital organs, I suggest pissing off before you find at least one of them severely damaged.” He spoke in a low, deadly growl, and the Master couldn’t help but giggle.
“Don’t worry; I’ll be leaving soon enough. I just wanted to ask you a question first.” Gene raised an eyebrow, his fists clenching and unclenching as though he wanted to throttle something. Hard. “It’s not about how much longer you have left on this Earth is it, because if you don’t piss off it won’t be longer than a few minutes.”
The corner of the Master’s mouth twitched. “Sorry, we’ll leave that one till later. I was actually wondering how much you wanted to see Tyler again.”
He watched as the anger drained from Gene’s face, leaving him looking tired and almost defeated. He had him right where he wanted them, and he ignored how much that turned him on. “What, you flip a switch and suddenly your Tyler again?” He observed the glimmer of hope. Humans. So predictable. He almost rolled his eyes, but figured it wouldn’t go down so well.
“Not exactly, but I can take you to where he is.”
He heard the resentment rising in Hunt’s voice. “Look, the only reason you’re still standing is because I have a splitting headache, something that you’re not helping. So if you have a point, get to it.”
“Patience is a virtue, Mr. Hunt, or didn’t Tyler teach you any manners?” He grinned at the disgust on Hunt’s face. “I’ve had some…” he paused, searching for the right word. “Complications with a previous acquaintance of mine, and let’s just say she had to be dismissed. You could be a great replacement.”
“What’s this got to do with Sam?”
“There are certain perks to this position, certain things you will discover, if you play your cards right. Come with me and I’ll show you all different sorts of card games.”
“Or I could kick ten types of shit out of yer until you tell me where Sam is?” He detected something more than an empty threat in his words and reached into his coat pocket, feeling the reassuring coldness of his screwdriver under his fingertips. “Violence will not get you anywhere. Definitely not to where Tyler is. The only way you’ll discover that is if you don’t fight me.” Gene’s shoulders, previously tense with the thrill of the fight, slumped and the Master grinned in mocking consolation. “You can grab your gun if you like. If you don’t find what you’re after, you can always vent your frustration.”
Hunt looked at him like he had grown a second head before rising from his chair. “It’s upstairs.”
He grinned. “I can wait.”
He watched as Gene, as his new companion, thundered off. Sure he might be angry when he’s taken to see Tyler in 2006 only to learn he can’t interfere, sure he might resist the idea of remaining at his side once he finds out. He’ll come around though. His grin widened, and he allowed himself a small chuckle. They always do.