The Doctor wasn't surprised that the Master didn't follow him. Besides, it made walking through the plant as if he absolutely belonged there much more convincing if he didn't have someone in tow. One person in a suit walking around like he owned the place tended not to get questions asked. Two people seemed to invite the corporate welcome wagon.
It took a grand total of five minutes to con a lab technician into letting him into the hazardous materials storeroom, another two to declare two sealed buckets of mercury inconsistent with current safety regulations, and another five minutes to remove said buckets from the building amid grateful and apologetic smalltalk from the lab technician. All in all, it wasn't a bad run. Identification wasn't requested, security wasn't notified, he didn't have to mind-whammy anyone, and except for a little rain the whole thing went off without incident.
He was suddenly grateful, as he piled himself back into the TARDIS with ten gallons of refined quicksilver, that the Master hadn't been there to watch him unabashedly engage in fraud and larceny. He'd never hear the end of it.
Not far away was a very wet and very bored Master, who'd be wandering around in the rain, trying to find something that would make his misadventure somehow worth it. He should of stuck with the Doctor, it would of been more interesting that being rained on and looking at a few statues.
Giving up, he returned to the TARDIS and shoved the door open, tracking plenty of water in behind him as he stood by the consoles, dripping everywhere.
"I see you got what you needed then?"
It was hard to be casual and play it cool when he kept rubbing at his eyes to get the water out.
It was impossible to be upset at someone who was waterlogged and adorable in their misery, especially when that person was the Master. Irrefutable fact of life.
"You know, the wardrobe hasn't changed places since the last time you were in the TARDIS," he offered, giving the Master a couple moments' looking over before giving in to the temptation that had been nagging at him for a little while now. He stepped over to the other Time Lord and pulled him into a kiss, then ducked out of the line of fire before the Master could take a swing at him.
Being drenched was bad enough but being randomly yanked into a kiss? What on Earth was he playing at? Coughing and spluttering like the Doctor had just infected him, he wiped his very wet sleeve across his equally wet face to remove the germs.
"What is wrong with you?! Are you insane?!"
He shoved the Doctor back with a small glare and punched out at him, happily connecting his fist with the Doctors stomach before he stormed off, leaving a trail of water behind him.
"Very possibly," the Doctor murmured to himself, though at this point it didn't really matter. He watched the Master leave, then picked up his buckets of mercury and went downstairs to the power room to refill fluid links and question his state of mind.
It took a grand total of five minutes to con a lab technician into letting him into the hazardous materials storeroom, another two to declare two sealed buckets of mercury inconsistent with current safety regulations, and another five minutes to remove said buckets from the building amid grateful and apologetic smalltalk from the lab technician. All in all, it wasn't a bad run. Identification wasn't requested, security wasn't notified, he didn't have to mind-whammy anyone, and except for a little rain the whole thing went off without incident.
He was suddenly grateful, as he piled himself back into the TARDIS with ten gallons of refined quicksilver, that the Master hadn't been there to watch him unabashedly engage in fraud and larceny. He'd never hear the end of it.
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Giving up, he returned to the TARDIS and shoved the door open, tracking plenty of water in behind him as he stood by the consoles, dripping everywhere.
"I see you got what you needed then?"
It was hard to be casual and play it cool when he kept rubbing at his eyes to get the water out.
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"You know, the wardrobe hasn't changed places since the last time you were in the TARDIS," he offered, giving the Master a couple moments' looking over before giving in to the temptation that had been nagging at him for a little while now. He stepped over to the other Time Lord and pulled him into a kiss, then ducked out of the line of fire before the Master could take a swing at him.
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"What is wrong with you?! Are you insane?!"
He shoved the Doctor back with a small glare and punched out at him, happily connecting his fist with the Doctors stomach before he stormed off, leaving a trail of water behind him.
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