Log - Open

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Who: The Master, Bartleby, Rose Tyler, Daniel Jackson, the Fourth Doctor, OPEN.
Where: The Infirmary
When: After this, this, and Bartleby's request to the Admiral.
Warnings: Doubtful.

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Ten, Closed

[stillnot_ginger]

It was out of sheer morbid curiosity -- oh who was he kidding? The Doctor wanted to know what was going on; apparently staying holed up in the TARDIS by way of a protest of being on this barge wasn't doing much good.

And so, the Doctor found himself in the infirmary, hanging back and observing. It was enough time for the Doctor to gather his thoughts before he finally approached his bedside.

"Well, well, well."

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He glanced over at the Doctor and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Well, Doctor. How gratifying it must be for you to witness me like this." He spread his arms to show off the hospital gown. "White really isn't my colour."

[stillnot_ginger]

"Always the first one to throw out the barb," the Doctor replied, taking a few steps towards him, finally settling in a chair near his bedside. The Doctor propped up a chucks-clad foot on the edge of the bed and looked at the Master. "Care to lodge a complaint with management? I'm sure they'd be willing to find something in a nice puce or lavender."

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"You know me, Doctor. I like to show initiative," he retorted, complete with a smarmy smirk. He glanced at the Doctor's shoe-- noting its proximity to him-- with a displeased look in his eyes, then looked over at the other Time Lord. "So, what brings you to sit in my presence? You didn't even bring me flowers, so I can assume you're not here for well wishing." Even newly murdered and restored, the Master was rather obnoxious.

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"Initiative in all the wrong ways," the Doctor shot back. He drew in a breath, forcing the calm back into the room. Really, where the Master was concerned, the Doctor was beginning to run out of mercy. "I didn't think you'd want flowers or chocolates... or promises one doesn't intend to keep -- no, wait, that's something else entirely." Once more, the Doctor was quoting Disney films. Whatever would come next?

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"You're quite the expert at the latter," he said pointedly. After all, it was the Doctor who claimed, time and time again, that he would really never leave the Master (this time). Not that the Master wanted to spend an eternity with the Doctor-- far from it. But having that promise dangled over his head incessantly-- only to have it snatched away every time he began to develop even a sliver of trust for the Doctor-- was beginning to grow tiresome. "But then again," he grinned, "so am I. It must be in our nature."

[stillnot_ginger]

He clamped his jaw shut and said nothing for a long moment. It was hard, knowing the past and what had been when coupled with what he had become. "I was not the one to break those promises," the Doctor replied after considering his words. The Master hadn't regenerated. In that instance, he had been the one to leave. "Your nature, Master, not mine."

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"Perhaps not yet," he admitted, still grinning smugly. "After all, I haven't had enough time to drive this incarnation of you away. We'll see, won't we?" Then, his voice took on a bitter edge. "Why don't we discuss your nature, then, Doctor? A killer, condemning his very best friend to the same path, in order to save his own soul. How poetic." He paused, then sounded smug, proud of the next bit. "How many millions-- billions-- have died because of that one, simple promise you made as a child?"

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"And perhaps you won't be able to drive this incarnation away either," the Doctor pointed out with a huff. The Doctor drew his lips into a thin line, feeling that edge to the Vengeful God rearing its ugly head. The Master knew better than to push him like this, and yet here he was: doing the same damn thing. "I know what I did," the Doctor replied. "I don't need your reminder."

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"No, I suppose you don't need it," he said easily, his demeanour a fair bit more light-hearted than the Doctor's right now. "Or perhaps you simply don't want it. So, Doctor..." He smiled expectantly. "What did you come here to talk about?"

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The Doctor hated at times how easily the Master could worm his way under his skin. "Need or want. It is the same difference." He crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning back in his chair. "I came to see you."

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"Well, that much is evident," he said snidely, observing the Doctor's body language in an attempt to gauge how much he was getting to the other Time Lord. "Is that all? You just wanted to stare? Oh, Doctor, I'm flattered."

[<3 UGH. sorry for the delay. Work was... beyond insane this week.]

[stillnot_ginger]

How was it that one man could be so infuriating and test the Doctor's near endless patience? He remained still after that last shift in his posture, not wanting to give anything more away in regards to his annoyance. "Did I say I came to stare? If I wanted to stare, I'd wait until you were down in solitary. Watch you like a monkey at the zoo and all that."

No worries! My job gets like that quite often

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"Then you'll have to wait a long time, Doctor. I've done nothing wrong." He gave his nemesis a clearly unimpressed look. "So. You came to see me but not to stare. It still begs the question of what, exactly, you want today. Simple conversation? We could talk about Rose."