World's always ending. And I have missed that coat.
"There's one thing I always wanted to ask Jack. Back in the old days. I wanted to know about that Doctor of his. The man who appears out of nowhere and saves the world; except sometimes he doesn't. All those times in history where there was no sign of him.. I wanted to know why not. But I don't need to ask anymore. I know the answer now: Sometimes
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An attack on his poor unfortunate wardrobe.
Kicking the door shut behind him, he must of run the water for over 30 minutes but showers took longer these days, he liked the feel of the warm water, it was safe here, he could think and pretended that things were just not as they seemed.
Plus it was nice and clean, always a good thing. Never mind the potential bill he might be running.
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Jack would be waiting out on the balcony, tinkering with a device that looked like a plain old wrist watch. He seemed quite pleased by the results, even when it sparked at him.
Seeing the Master's shadow, he looked up, grinning.
"Here. Actually, you might need to tweak it. It's sort of like a sea sickness band. You know. To deal with the sick feeling around me."
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"You know the sickness isn't strictly because you're a gigantic freak of nature that shouldn't exist?" the Master informed him with a small smirk on his face. "I just really detest you, everything about you, every little detail."
He always did, it was just one of those things, he couldn't like one of the Doctors companions, even one that hated him too and wanted to help him bring the man down. He knew Jack didn't care for him either, that made this whole thing much easier, he hardly needed to try and befriend the man.
"You're just one of those people I wish was dead."
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He was too lonely to be stuck with a man like the Master, but he had absolutely no choice in the matter. His destiny was written, had been written, and he couldn't change what happened to him because that entire moment in time was locked.
After all of this... After the Master defeated the Doctor, he was going to let the Time Lord get his wish. He broke a time lock before. He could break it again and stop Jack from ever meeting the Doctor...
And then he'd get a mortal life back.
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It wasn't 'lets have a chat' night, though, so there was no way that he was going to waste his time with the Master swapping war stories.
He did push over the cookie dish though.
"So that thing works, huh?" he asked, blue eyes staring right into the Master's. For once, the Time Lord did not look away and lick his teeth in agitation.
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"You know he probably didn't actually chose to leave you, the TARDIS probably did? She hates you, well not you-you but more what you are, so odds are, she would of been the one in control," the Master pointed out, shoving another biscuit into his mouth and rather wish he had tea with him.
He missed his little condo, too bad Valeyard ruined it.
"Are you watching the TV? Rugrats is on one of these channels if I recall correctly," Oh yes, criminal mastermind and what did he want to do with his free time? Watch cartoons like a 10 year old.
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Half an hour later, he was sitting on the floor by the Master's seat to eat cookies and laugh at Phil and Lil with the Time Lord. Yes, it was strange, but Jack had been in stranger situations still.
After Rugrats came Tiny Toons and then Cow and Chicken and Powerpuff Girls. For a night with a sworn enemy, it was pretty pleasant.
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It was 8am when the cartoons became less fun and more modern and boring. The Master heaved a sigh and tilted is head back.
"He'll come soon."
It was never far from his mind, how could it be, he'd come and find the Master, he could sense and smell him, he had another day at the most. And cartoons wouldn't save him this time. "Future realities you saw, how long was it till he came back for me?"
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They could discuss the 'where' later.
"If you want to sleep, you can use my bedroom. I'm going out for a little bit."
Actually, he was going to see Ianto Jones. He rather liked going to watch him growing up for some reason. It made it all seem less pointless.
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H knew that Time Lords did need sleep but he didn't have to tell Jack that, did he?
"My dad wrote an episode of Star Trek, you know? But they altered it so much that he demanded they remove his name," the Master pointed out with a small fond smile, his father had been a unique man, painfully like the Doctor... too bad he could never be like him.
It was just one of those things, he was too far gone.
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The Valeyard would not come here. The Master was safe for a little while.
He opened the vortex in the stairwell and spent the next three days in Wales. That was the beauty of time travel. He could be gone for days and make it only seem like minutes. He was far better at that then the Doctor was.
Two hours after he left, Jack came back to find the Master staring dazed at the television and frowned. "Hey. Brought back from better cream. Can I take a look?"
He wasn't being nice. He just liked his white couches.
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Okay, poking Time Lords as insane as some is probably...stupid. But whatever. It happened. Jack lived dangerously and let's be honest here...did he really care about the Master's feelings? No.
Besides, a little snark fest might actually be good for them both. God knew that they needed to let some steam out. Jack's life had no hopes of ending and the Master had been violated. Why not have a sparring match?
Jack might even let the Time Lord kill him. The spaces between life were cathartic to the immortal.
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Jack had taken care of the Master enough to know about that wound. It had been made with the Master's own laser screwdriver, burned into his flesh. Those sorts of things never healed properly. The Master ended up dying on him because he refused treatment for it several times.
That was why Jack was lacing his tea with anti-biotics that would actually help the Time Lord. Trial and error on drugs was...fun.
Yes, actually, a lot of fun.
"But you know what? He does have nice penmanship."
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