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Response: It's All Been Done Before Part 5

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The laugh made the Master remember he hadn't always hated this regeneration. In fact, he'd rather liked it before that whole burning incident, though certainly this Doctor had always been cold to him. Not like this, warm and gentle. Was that some of the Doctor's other regenerations mixing in? Probably. A lot more likely than his programming, anyway. Right now he wasn't going to think about that, not when this regeneration of the Doctor was actually willing to be near him.

"You always did remind me a bit of a cat, even before that ridiculous virus you caught," the Doctor said softly, the beginnings of a smile around his lips. "Always demanding attention and wrecking things if I didn't respond quick enough. What am I ever to do with you?"

The Master didn't answer that. There was nothing he could really say that would really put him in a good light. Sure he could deny it, but then the Doctor would stop his hands and that was counter productive to the Master's desires at the moment. So he stayed quiet, closing his eyes again happily as the Doctor obliged him for five more minutes. "Come on then, up you get. If you want to get out of here, we have to get to work," the Doctor said finally.

Since no amount of glaring would get that cold hearted bastard to start up again and the Master wasn't quite to the point of pleading yet, the Master decided to just go along with it. If they got in some actual work, maybe the Doctor would consent to start up again later.

He laid out several of his best plans for escape and the two of them got to work. By the end of the next cycle, they'd tried two and were working on a third plan. It took them days of collaboration, sometimes coldly silent after a fight and others with the kind of conversation the Master hadn't realized how much he'd missed. If he ever got back to his Doctor, he was going to have to seriously rethink this whole 'talking' thing neither of them seemed to be able to grasp any more.

Somehow even when they were fighting, the Doctor managed to put him to sleep before the flames came. It wasn't like the Master would have let him, given a choice, but the Doctor managed to foil his every attempt to stay awake and see the look in his eyes when the Master burned in front of him again.

In a way, he was relieved. Instead of coming back to life every cycle, he woke up either on the bench or in the Doctor's lap depending on their fighting status. He didn't know how the Doctor even managed that, but he was grudgingly grateful not to feel himself die every cycle. The constant fear slowly receded and he was able to think clearer and find obvious flaws in his own plans because of it. That didn't stop him from being just a little resentful for needing the Doctor to do it.

They found a way out more through luck than actual planning. Quite by chance, the Doctor found a small crack in the time lock from when someone had burst through from the outside... A Dalek, if the Master remembered correctly, but he didn't tell the Doctor that. That would only serve to make him moody and he'd never gotten around to telling this Doctor that the Daleks survived the Time War even if the Time Lords didn't. It would break his hearts in a way that wasn't caused by the Master and he didn't want that.

"So if we build a machine according to these calculations," the Master said finally, checking a few of the Doctor's figures against his, "we can make it out of here finally. Your current self would say that it's brilliant, or some other babbled nonsense."

The Doctor shook his head sadly, pointing to a bit of the equation the Master hadn't seen yet. "You'll be able to make it out of here. I'm rather afraid the tear is only big enough for one and it'll close up behind you."

Before the Doctor had mentioned it, the Master hadn't even realized he'd said 'we'. He honestly hadn't thought about what the Doctor would do once they broke free of this hell, but he'd always just assumed the Doctor would be there. The idiot usually was, after all. "How do I know this isn't a trick then," the Master asked, feeling defensive and hurt though he didn't quite know why.