stop the cycle, set me free ( capnhotness )
( clock is ticking while I'm killing time, spinning all around, nothing else they can do to turn it back )
It's a heavy thing to suggest, that one might actually find time to be bored during the end of the world, but the Doctor has somehow managed just that extreme an accomplishment. If anything, the Master seems to be avoiding him. The ( Read more... )
"Ohh." Just a little noise, an expression of surprise and delight, but he makes it sound downright sexual. Then, with a head tilt, the Master seemingly contemplates the Doctor's offer - there's no other word for it, is there? - while retrieving the laser screwdriver from his jacket pocket and wrapping his free hand slowly, finger by finger, around the length of chain linked the shackles around one of Jack's wrists. He leans forward to address the other Time Lord, possessively posturing over the unconscious fact, and his lips twitch into a small, but terribly amused grin. "Tempting. Very tempting." He does, indeed, look half-tempted. "You're so self-sacrificing. Go on, then. Say you miss me. Say you want me. Say you need me. I might even consider it." There's a pause, too short for the Doctor to formulate an actual answer, before the Master moves (manically) on. "No? Think about it, Doctor."
He leans up, attention shifting over the Doctor's shoulder, and gives a slight nod to the guards who have appeared in the doorway. "The Doctor is terribly lost. Escort him to ... ah, the observation deck, I think. Wouldn't you like a nice view of your precious Earth, Doctor? Yes, of course you would. I'll join you presently. After my ... hm, previously schedule engagement." He punctuates the sentence with a crack of his neck and the activation of his laser screwdriver, gaze falling to the unconscious fact before him.
The guards, quite naturally, do precisely as their Master orders.
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"I -" Response half-formed on his lips, the Doctor has no chance to say anything - of course not - and even his objection is cut off as the guards take him by the arms and start to pull him back toward the door. "Stop," he pleads, digging in his heels to resist - but, of course, he just ends up being dragged for his trouble. And then the guards have wrested him outside, and toward the lift.
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