Fic: Always Have a Back-Up, part 2 - DW/TW
Title: Always Have a Back-Up, part 2
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*
Previous Parts: part one
It wasn't one of the smoothest transitions into a new body that the Master had ever experienced, but that was to be expected. After all, he didn't have access to the kind of technology that he usually would and he had been forced to rely on dear, sweet Lucy to do almost all of the work. But as he opened his new eyes for the first time, he had to admit that he was impressed with her ingenuity.
He had given her access to enough information for her to make an informed decision on just how far back she would need to travel to find an acceptable body for him, one that would allow him to put his back-up plan into action. There really hadn't been all that many acceptable options for her to choose from, but he had to admit that he was quite impressed with her final decision.
It had only taken him an instant to recognize his surroundings, even in the complete and utter chaos of blood and terror and death. As Harry Saxon he had seen the aftermath of Canary Wharf, and it was not the kind of picture that anyone could possibly forget. Of course, when he had been there the first time things had been cleaned up, at least somewhat.
But Lucy had managed to slip in at just the right moment, after the Daleks and Cybermen were gone but before the rest of Torchwood and UNIT had managed to come in and sweep everything up. She had found one of the few survivors, one who was at least physically in one piece, and slipped his ring on the man's finger.
And poor, traumatized Ianto Jones had practically welcomed the Master's presence in his mind, giving up control of his body and slipping away into the darkness with a sense of almost desperate relief. The Master sighed as he settled more firmly into his new body. It was always so much simpler when they didn't fight him.
He took quick stock of his surroundings, smiling when he realized that there was no one else in sight except for Lucy. At least, no one alive. He grinned at a beaming Lucy, reaching out to pull her into a kiss.
"Oh, this is excellent work, my dear." He blinked at the sound of his new voice, shaking his head and grimacing slightly at the sound of the Welsh accent. That would certainly take a bit of getting used to. "You had better disappear for a bit, though. It wouldn't do for you to meet your former self."
Lucy smiled and nodded, pressing forward for another quick kiss. "I'll be ready whenever you need me, Harry."
The Master almost hated that he would have to kill her fairly soon. It was rather difficult for him to find adequate companions, and Lucy really was one of the best, but she simply wouldn't fit into his new life. It was somewhat disappointing, but necessary.
Once Lucy was out of sight the Master pushed himself to his feet, trying to get a proper feel for his new body and trying to get himself into the proper state of mind to become Ianto Jones, at least on the surface. The moment he felt he looked appropriately traumatized he set off down the corridor, one hand bracing himself against the wall.
After only a few moments he stumbled across a partially-converted woman that a swift flip through Ianto's memories identified as Lisa Hallet, his new host's girlfriend. For a long moment the Master gave serious consideration to attempting to smuggle her to Cardiff the way Ianto would have. After all, she would be an intriguing project to work on while he waited for the timing to be right.
Eventually, though, he shook his head and continued on down the hallway, Lisa's cries of pain and disbelief echoing behind him. She would have been an interesting diversion, but gaining Harkness's trust would be so much more difficult if he was hiding a Cyberman in the basement.
And once he had Harkness's trust, he could use the good captain to get to the Doctor, and if he was especially fortunate, the incredibly irritating Martha Jones. He tapped his fingers lightly against the wall as he walked, expression still carefully held in a mask of shock and horror.
It was going to be so much fun.
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*
Previous Parts: part one
It wasn't one of the smoothest transitions into a new body that the Master had ever experienced, but that was to be expected. After all, he didn't have access to the kind of technology that he usually would and he had been forced to rely on dear, sweet Lucy to do almost all of the work. But as he opened his new eyes for the first time, he had to admit that he was impressed with her ingenuity.
He had given her access to enough information for her to make an informed decision on just how far back she would need to travel to find an acceptable body for him, one that would allow him to put his back-up plan into action. There really hadn't been all that many acceptable options for her to choose from, but he had to admit that he was quite impressed with her final decision.
It had only taken him an instant to recognize his surroundings, even in the complete and utter chaos of blood and terror and death. As Harry Saxon he had seen the aftermath of Canary Wharf, and it was not the kind of picture that anyone could possibly forget. Of course, when he had been there the first time things had been cleaned up, at least somewhat.
But Lucy had managed to slip in at just the right moment, after the Daleks and Cybermen were gone but before the rest of Torchwood and UNIT had managed to come in and sweep everything up. She had found one of the few survivors, one who was at least physically in one piece, and slipped his ring on the man's finger.
And poor, traumatized Ianto Jones had practically welcomed the Master's presence in his mind, giving up control of his body and slipping away into the darkness with a sense of almost desperate relief. The Master sighed as he settled more firmly into his new body. It was always so much simpler when they didn't fight him.
He took quick stock of his surroundings, smiling when he realized that there was no one else in sight except for Lucy. At least, no one alive. He grinned at a beaming Lucy, reaching out to pull her into a kiss.
"Oh, this is excellent work, my dear." He blinked at the sound of his new voice, shaking his head and grimacing slightly at the sound of the Welsh accent. That would certainly take a bit of getting used to. "You had better disappear for a bit, though. It wouldn't do for you to meet your former self."
Lucy smiled and nodded, pressing forward for another quick kiss. "I'll be ready whenever you need me, Harry."
The Master almost hated that he would have to kill her fairly soon. It was rather difficult for him to find adequate companions, and Lucy really was one of the best, but she simply wouldn't fit into his new life. It was somewhat disappointing, but necessary.
Once Lucy was out of sight the Master pushed himself to his feet, trying to get a proper feel for his new body and trying to get himself into the proper state of mind to become Ianto Jones, at least on the surface. The moment he felt he looked appropriately traumatized he set off down the corridor, one hand bracing himself against the wall.
After only a few moments he stumbled across a partially-converted woman that a swift flip through Ianto's memories identified as Lisa Hallet, his new host's girlfriend. For a long moment the Master gave serious consideration to attempting to smuggle her to Cardiff the way Ianto would have. After all, she would be an intriguing project to work on while he waited for the timing to be right.
Eventually, though, he shook his head and continued on down the hallway, Lisa's cries of pain and disbelief echoing behind him. She would have been an interesting diversion, but gaining Harkness's trust would be so much more difficult if he was hiding a Cyberman in the basement.
And once he had Harkness's trust, he could use the good captain to get to the Doctor, and if he was especially fortunate, the incredibly irritating Martha Jones. He tapped his fingers lightly against the wall as he walked, expression still carefully held in a mask of shock and horror.
It was going to be so much fun.
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