"Oh, Doctor, if only they knew, hm?" The Master purred, right at the Doctor's ear as they watched the Jones family scurry about in their hired help outfits. He made sure that the others could hear that announcement and smiled inwardly knowing that somewhere, deep within the bowels of the Valiant, the freak is watching CCTV footage of this.

( You haven't nearly paid your dues. )

It starts when the Doctor announces their intended destination and how long it will be till he finally pilots the ship to the aforementioned destination. Naturally, being the heroic Time Lord that the Doctor is, he takes his time but that's irrelevant considering that they are, in fact, living in a time ship. The Master keeps track of the days as ( Read more... )

It's deceptively gentle but he recoils just the same as if the mental probing was a burn.

The Doctor recoils as well, eyes shining bright with pain. "You aren't even trying."

"Get out of there. You don't belong there." he hisses, voice low.

( Whatever it takes to get to you. Whatever it takes to break through. )

Memory reminds him of walking through a fog bank, completely unsure of anything, not even the next step you take as you press onward. So many things are different and so many have stayed the same. The drums are still there.

As they always are. As they should be. But the hole... That hole hasn't gone away either.

( So here it comes, the sound of drums. Here come the drums. Here come the drums. )

Warning: Dark. Character death.

A battlefield. A desolate wasteland of blood marred and muddy trenches that they've both stumbled through these long, lonely centuries. Time Lords can cheat death by regeneration and on more than one occasion he's sought to extend his own existence by stealing from another such as himself.

( Blood makes noise. )