Fic: Always Have a Back-Up - DW/TW
Title: Always Have a Back-Up
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Spoilers: through Last of the Time Lords
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: mention of minor character death
Summary: The Master always had loved a good back-up plan.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at anything Doctor Who. Also, I'm not British. Feel free to let me know if I'm using American terms that I shouldn't. *g*
The Master had always loved a good back-up plan. Oh, he didn't much care for the fact that a good back-up plan always turned out to be necessary, especially when dealing with the Doctor, but just because he didn't like it was no reason to be stubborn and ignore its necessity. After all, the Master had always prided himself on doing whatever was necessary, no matter how much he might dislike it.
And this plan was sheer brilliance, even if he did say so himself. True, it was a bit less ambitious than most of his other schemes, without the usual trappings for either world domination or destruction, but that was actually a selling point in this case. The Doctor would never see him coming until it was far too late.
It was a pity that there was no place for poor, obedient Lucy in his plans, but she had served her purpose well in bringing him back from the brink of oblivion and sending him back to a very specifically chosen time in the past. And really, when he considered what he could have done, her relatively quiet and peaceful death was actually a mercy. A mercy she deserved for playing her part so well and so faithfully.
He glanced in the mirror, straightening his tie and brushing a speck of lint off his shoulder. His new body really was quite nice, attractive without being attention-catching and able to blend almost perfectly into the background when necessary. Exactly the kind of body that he needed.
So long as he was patient, neither the Doctor nor Harkness would ever see him coming. He would slip under their guard, quietly and subtly, so that they never even noticed him. Until it was too late, until the time was right and he could finally reveal himself. And, oh, how their hearts would break.
It would be sweet and glorious revenge.
The Master chuckled, tapping his fingers lightly on the dresser in the rhythm that, at least in this incarnation, was unobtrusive enough to let him work as slowly as he needed to without the constant war drums spurring him into action. He tugged on the cuffs of his jacket and flashed his reflection a jaunty grin.
Then he took a deep breath and slid back behind the rather bland mask of Ianto Jones.
Next Part
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Spoilers: through Last of the Time Lords
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: mention of minor character death
Summary: The Master always had loved a good back-up plan.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at anything Doctor Who. Also, I'm not British. Feel free to let me know if I'm using American terms that I shouldn't. *g*
The Master had always loved a good back-up plan. Oh, he didn't much care for the fact that a good back-up plan always turned out to be necessary, especially when dealing with the Doctor, but just because he didn't like it was no reason to be stubborn and ignore its necessity. After all, the Master had always prided himself on doing whatever was necessary, no matter how much he might dislike it.
And this plan was sheer brilliance, even if he did say so himself. True, it was a bit less ambitious than most of his other schemes, without the usual trappings for either world domination or destruction, but that was actually a selling point in this case. The Doctor would never see him coming until it was far too late.
It was a pity that there was no place for poor, obedient Lucy in his plans, but she had served her purpose well in bringing him back from the brink of oblivion and sending him back to a very specifically chosen time in the past. And really, when he considered what he could have done, her relatively quiet and peaceful death was actually a mercy. A mercy she deserved for playing her part so well and so faithfully.
He glanced in the mirror, straightening his tie and brushing a speck of lint off his shoulder. His new body really was quite nice, attractive without being attention-catching and able to blend almost perfectly into the background when necessary. Exactly the kind of body that he needed.
So long as he was patient, neither the Doctor nor Harkness would ever see him coming. He would slip under their guard, quietly and subtly, so that they never even noticed him. Until it was too late, until the time was right and he could finally reveal himself. And, oh, how their hearts would break.
It would be sweet and glorious revenge.
The Master chuckled, tapping his fingers lightly on the dresser in the rhythm that, at least in this incarnation, was unobtrusive enough to let him work as slowly as he needed to without the constant war drums spurring him into action. He tugged on the cuffs of his jacket and flashed his reflection a jaunty grin.
Then he took a deep breath and slid back behind the rather bland mask of Ianto Jones.
Next Part