MoM 26: Exposition (Of a sort)
Title: Master on Mars 26: Exposition (of a sort)
Fandom: DW/LoM xover
Pairing: Master!Sam/Martha (with some Jack fun and games) and Gene/Romana!Mags
Summary: Gene needs help, Jack needs answers, Martha needs comfort Romana needs vengeance and Morgan needs to die. The Master needs the answers for everyone.
A/N: Just to be awkward, or avoid it, I’m colour coding POVs as from now on it changes, a lot. Jack is Blue, Gene is Violet, Mags is Green, Martha is Red, Sam is Black and any guest POV is Lime Green
I would like to thank
avalon_isle for betaing
MoM 26: Exposition (of a sort)
I have a hard time believing the magnitude of everything that has happened in the short time I was away. And I still don’t know how I knew to come back.
Besides all that I think Martha’s just given me that to fix at least part of the problem.
“You got these from Morgan?”
“Yeah. He was trying to use the vial thingy one and I guess he dropped that and the other thingy in the struggle. Why?”
I ignore her question and send her into the ward to bring Romana out to me.
She comes out irritated to be taken from her husband, but honestly he’s unconscious and tears aren’t going to wake him up. This, this might.
Her irritation only lasts until I show her what’s in my hand.
“But- I thought you said you didn’t have time to anything from UNIT-”
“I didn’t. Martha got these from Morgan.”
“But…”
“”Okay. That’s it, what the hell has you two so spooked?”
Martha, always to the point- except when it’s a point she’s ignoring.
“It’s Timelord technology. They’re both Timelord technology.”
“Timelords? God, I’ve really had enough of Timelords coming out of the woodwork! For a near extinct race there sure are a lot-”
“Morgan’s not a Timelord.” Romana and I say together. I’m as sure of that as I was of who she was.
I look at Romana questioningly, “The CIA?”
She nods. But Martha interrupts again, “The Americans have Timelord technology?” She asks totally confused.
Romana and I smile and Romana reassures her, “No. The Celestial Investigation Agency.”
“They’re like Gallifrey’s answer to Torchwood. Only they went off the deep end-”
“Like Torchwood?”
“Yeah.” I smile at Martha and continue, “There must be non-Timelord elements still surviving. And they want something from me. It makes the chances of Morgan being responsible for the Doctor’s disappearance all the more likely.”
Romana looks puzzled and I quirk an eyebrow at her, silently asking what she’s thinking. “That doesn’t explain how I ended up here. I can see him taking you and the Doctor but getting me out of E-space? It’s just not within the capabilities of the CIA. A lot of their resources were curtailed after they tried the Doctor-”
“Yes I know- Eh, what? How did you know the Doctor was put on trial by the CIA?”
“What? It was… I… I don’t know. I couldn’t even-”
“Yeah, yeah. You both have wonky memories. Next thing, can we use these things to track Morgan or find the Doctor?”
Wonky memories? What is she on about? “What is wrong with- what were we talking about?”
I look at the girls confused but Mags looks as confused as me and Martha just looks frustrated.
She points at the stuff in my hand, “Can we use these things to track Morgan or find the Doctor?”
“Eh, no. But we might be able to help Gene-”
“Really?” She looks ecstatic but Romana looks at the ward door, obviously upset.
I ignore Martha’s question and touch Romana’s hand. “I will need your help-”
“I know.” She sighs, resigned. “Martha, will you sit with him, please?”
“Of course.” They hug. All the sappiness is disgusting.
I grab Romana’s arm, peck Martha on the lips and drag my fellow Timelord off.
They’re all clustered around me. Hovering. It’s a bloody nuisance. There’s nothing bloody wrong with me!
I have noticed that every time I say that there’s an abnormal amount of hand wringing. And I swear I saw Sam and Jack chase my doctor’s away.
They’re not even letting any of the pretty nurses within arms reach of me. Not that I would do or say anything- happily married man that I am. Especially not considering my wife won’t leave my side.
Even when Ray showed up with that sickeningly sweet couple they only stay a few minutes before this lot of mother hens scared them off. Mind you it was fun to watch Flash Knickers hightail it outta here, poor Chris being dragged in her wake. All because Jack smiled at the poor boy. Well, smiled, put his arm around Chris and asked him out for a drink.
Annie really has to lose the paranoia, she should know by now Jack’s not gonna do anything with her boyfriend.
Well not unless she’s there too and he has written permission from Sam and Martha. Or so they all assure me when he flirts with my Mags.
One thing about their visit that really pisses me off- Morgan’s not in custody. They’re not even looking for the creepy bastard!
“Why did you tell them to leave that git alone? He jumped your wife and bloody shot me! He deserves-”
“To die.” I look at Mags in surprise.
“Come on Gene! You’ve been after me for months- subtle and not so subtle hints about getting rid of the body for me? Now, now he really will die.” Sam’s serious?
“But I will be the one who gets to kill that thing.”
“Mags!” This is not my wife, it can’t be.
I look at her, my shock plain for anyone to see. She just looks determined. I look at the others and am worried to find not only are they not surprised by her pronouncement, but they actually look like they believe her. Not just that they believe she wants to but that they really believe she can and will.
She seems to realise that this is not sitting well with me, Mags, my Mags, turns to me and looks me right in the eyes. Her gaze is so intense I know this has got to be earth bloody shattering- after her decision to murder a bloke was so casually mentioned.
“There’s some things you have to know Gene, things-”
“You’re telling him?” Sam interrupts her and the moment is broken. Which I have to say leaves me downright relieved.
She turns to him and growls out, “Yes I’m telling him. He deserves to know!” Looks like she’s determined about whatever this is too. “Morgan almost killed him and he would never have even known why.”
“Hold up- almost what? I feel fine!” Amazingly Gladys and Mags look proud and guilty all at once. “Oh what have you done now Dorothy?”
He smirks and between the two of them they tell me a terrifying tale. Terrifying ‘cos I think they believe it!
I start shouting at Sam. My wife was well sane-ish before they met- of course now he’s saying he met her centuries, bloody centuries, before I was even born!
It was bad enough when the dozy sod just thought he was from the future. Now not only is he convinced he’s an alien but he’s convinced my Mags she’s one too! Oh, yeah and the other two are in on the act- apparently they’re both from the future now!
I wonder if I ask in a few months if they’ll say they’re aliens.
What if this madness is as contagious as it seems?
“I can prove it.” Mags removes her chain, takes both my hands and places them side by side on her chest. I pull them back- that was… I put them back, pressing lightly, and gradually harder until she grunts and pulls on my arms and I lessen my grip.
I look at her astounded and then at Sam at the end of the bed.
“Oh, no, you’re not feeling me up just to prove a point! But hey Jack’s immortal- you can shoot him and he’ll pop right back up again-”
“Hey! You won’t get molested but I can be murdered?” Jack sounds incredulous and I’m forced to take seriously what I had thought was a badly timed bad joke.
I look Jack in the eye and he smiles, obviously nervous, “Immortal?”
“Well… it’s a long story and I don’t even know the punch line yet.” Martha, Sam and Mags all find something else fascinating to look at. “Oh come on guys! You all know?”
“Jack…” Martha seems to be struggling to find something to say, “its, you will find out, I promise.” She’s the only one of the three who’s even trying to reassure him.
“Why can’t you just tell me now- then I’ll forget when I forget everything else.”
Okay so just as I was getting the hang of this I’m confused again.
“No and actually I really should get that-”
“Oh, come on Sam!”
“And I suppose if I can wipe Jack well I can do Gene at the same time-”
I don’t understand but I know I don’t want that. Luckily Mags doesn’t want it either, “No! He had to find out sooner or later and I… just no. Okay.”
“Fine. But-”
“Look, why can’t we jut leave it and you can do it before I leave?”
Sam looks at him considering then sighs, “Why couldn’t you have come up with that before I had to spend so much time in your twisted little mind?”
Jack gapes at him and then smirks, “Oh you know you love it-”
“Hey! No flirting across my bed! Now, I- aliens? Really?” I know I’m stuck on this but it is a biggie.
Gene insisted on being brought home and really that is for the best. We can’t afford to let any of his doctors examine him too closely. Now we just have to get Gene and Romana to stay in the same room together for longer than three minutes at a time.
Gah!- when did I become a marriage counsellor?
I really need to get out of this place before I completely lose control over myself. I blame Jack and Martha. Jack and Martha who are currently not talking to me.
Well Jack’s not talking to me- apparently I treat him like a toy. Hello, I’m evil and he is my toy! Martha, on the other hand, is ignoring me because she’s being disgustingly nice. She’s spending all her time reassuring Gene that Mags really does love him, no matter what her name really is or which planet she’s from. She tells Romana that Gene just needs time to adjust and assuring Jack that I don’t just see him as a toy- although her argument, that if I did I would treat him a helluva lot worse, didn’t go over too well with him.
The minute this nonsense is all over and we get out of here I am going to put this lot in their place. The Master is not answerable to anyone!
But first… I have to literally drag the four of them into a room together and remind them that this is not a vacation. I remind them of Morgan to curtail their protests and then of the Doctor to cool their rage.
It works like a dream on everyone but Gene, he just snorts at me and keeps arguing. I really underestimate the effect the Doctor has on people, especially with how helpful it is when I’m manipulating them. I growl in response to Gene’s questions and then I sigh. “Do you want to do this or not?”
That gets all their attentions and I smirk as I detail what I want to do.
Firstly the good news- knowing that Morgan is working with Timelord technology makes finding him easier, as there’s nothing Romana and I know better. But we still need something to do the tracking with which means I need to go back to UNIT. We need to go back to UNIT as there’s no way I’m leaving them unsupervised again.
They huff and puff about that, but come on two of them almost got themselves killed the minute I turned my back! Martha laughs, saying I’ve made it sound like they did it on purpose to spite me. Actually I wouldn’t put something like that past them.
In the end they agree, which is a relief, I am so tired of arguing with this bunch of obstinate children. Martha puts her hand up to ask a question, and she complains when I call her a child?
“How did you fix Gene?” Gene and Jack sit up and nod, they want this answer too.
I look at Romana for help but she just shrugs. This could be difficult. “Eh, well-”
“Morgan. Morgan had the vial and the scanner.”
I nod at Romana, relieved she is apparently going to try and help at least. “Yeah and we took them and we…”
“Fiddled.”
“Yes fiddled with them.” The other three are giving Mags and I dubious looks, but I persevere, “Made it so we could do this thing with them that made Gene better.”
“This thing?” Martha sounds amused.
“You made a thing to do thing?” Jack is actually laughing at us.
Martha joins him, “Oh that is priceless- you’re as bad as the Doctor! And you were saying the Doctor just cobbles things recklessly together.”
Gene was quiet until he heard that. “Recklessly? You recklessly did some thing to me?”
He looks pissed, “Eh, yes. She did too!” I point at Romana hoping to shift his attention and any blame. She can at least take some of it- only fair.
He does turn to her, looking furious and I use his distraction to beat a hasty retreat. Jack and Martha follow behind me quickly and we lock the door behind us. Well just because I’m trying to fix their relationship doesn’t mean I have to do it nicely.
The cheek of him- he slags off Jack, me, the Doctor and every other ‘assistant’ he’s ever had for careless use of technology but he’ll do it when it suits him. Oh the look on his face was priceless when I called him on it and when he was trying to describe it.
Ha! I smile in remembrance as I look at him, he’s in the middle of an intense conversation with Jack. All their conversations are intense lately and there it is, the fight.
There’s always a fight too.
Sam, or more accurately the Master, just will not apologise and Jack has reached a point where he just won’t let anymore of his crap go. Stubborn boys. Why I have to be stuck in the middle I don’t know.
Oh right I’m ‘married’ to one and dating the other.
Sam storms off and I approach Jack. “He will apologise, eventually. But right now he’s, the Master is in control and the Master doesn’t apologise to anyone for anything.”
“You talk like he’s schizophrenic.”
I laugh and loop my arm in his guiding him off for a walk. “You hadn’t noticed that? He’s Sam and the Master. Honestly the two of them are complete opposites.”
“Then- would I even like the Master?” I look away. Guess that was his answer. “Oh more things I shouldn’t know? Let me guess I hate him-”
“You- it’s not… Yes.” I take a deep breath and try again. “Yes, you hate him. But the man you know, the man you care about, that is the Master, well the Master and Sam. It’s both of them. The man I’m in love with, him.”
He looks at me and most see something, “You hate him too?”
“I-yes. Yes, I hate him.”
“And you’re in love with him.”
“Yip. Pretty dumb. But I do know him. I even understand him, mostly.”
“And that makes it okay?”
“No. But it does help to know that he’d never hurt me, intentionally.”
“But accidentally?”
“Well he’s doing it to you right now. Really he just doesn’t get it. I’m pretty sure the only person he’s ever cared about before is the Doctor and that didn’t exactly go well.”
“Bad break up?”
“Oh it must’ve been nuclear. I’m very glad I wasn’t around for it. The fallout centuries down the line was bad enough.”
“We should probably change the subject before I run screaming.”
I smile and we carry on down the street.
When we get back we unlock the living room. We needn’t have bothered- we poked our heads in and catch them on the couch. We quickly pull back out and close the door.
We exchange a look and giggle. Really it’s the only word for the noises we’re making. At least I won’t have to keep reassuring them both that they still care about each other.
We head back to our house to give them some privacy. That’s where we find Sam.
He still looks pissed. Jack sighs and goes into the kitchen.
I walk right up to where he’s sitting and kick his feet, “Stop it. Jack has done nothing wrong, unlike you. And you really should be working on making him happy, making him like you considering how much the future version hates you.”
He jumps to his feet and grabs my arms, “You really think I’d let something like that get between me and what’s mine?”
“Oh yes because the lock them up and torture them approach works so well for you!”
“I’ll deal with Jack in my own way. Oh and I do hope you realise I’m not letting you go either.” His grip on my arms loosens and he moves around me to stand at my back, whispering in my ear. “You’re mine, my Martha. My wife, fake or not. Just like Jack is mine. And I am keeping both of you-”
I turn to face him. “I didn’t say you wouldn’t. I didn’t say you couldn’t. But is it so much to ask that you even try to make us happy?”
He’s giving me that puzzled look. The one he uses when I surprise him. I’m getting used to it.
Just then Jack comes in, “Dinner’s ready.” Then he turns to go.
Sam grabs him and holds him, embracing him from behind- it’s like his favourite way to hold us. He kisses Jack’s neck, ignoring the stiffness of the man in his embrace.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers in Jack’s ear and I let out a breath I never realised I was holding.
Martha has been reassuring me that Gene still loves me and I’ve been doubting her. Right now, with Gene screaming at me I finally have to believe her.
Okay my husband, the man I love more than life itself is screaming himself blue in the face. At me. Some girls might mistake that for real rage. Anger, hatred towards them. But not me. Not with my Gene.
All the shouting and bawling just means he still loves me. Naturally though, I am screaming back. Besotted with the oaf or not no one talks to me like that and gets away with it.
We’re getting closer, screaming at the top of our lungs, our arms swinging wildly. If this keeps up we’ll be having sex pretty soon. It occurs to me that maybe Gene was right all along, that Sam and Martha are having a big impact on our relationship. Not necessarily good or bad really, but these explosive arguments turned make-up sex-fests were definitely fewer and further between.
Oh well- a girl could complain but then again my gorgeous husband has just tossed me on the couch intent on having his oh so wicked way with me.
Alright, I’m decided- Martha and Sam, good impact.
There’s nothing I love more than a growly, possessive, pawy Gene- Genie. And right now those wonderful big, warm, possessive hands are everywhere. Touching and claiming every inch of me.
I just want more. Definitely more. Not enough, there’s never enough and I’m suddenly aware I’m crying.
Tears are literally cascading down my cheeks and I’m clinging to him.
Omega, does this kill the mood.
He’s moved us till I’m sitting in his lap, my tear-ridden face buried between his shoulder and neck. His arms hold me tightly, securely, lovingly and I take deep breaths in. Re-imprinting his scent on my mind, body and psyche. “I almost lost you!” I wail at him.
“But you didn’t.” His voice is a calm balm on my frazzled nerves and I manage to look at him.
He’s smiling gently at me, with a hint of nervousness but an overwhelming calm and control. It begs the question, “When did you become calm in the face of a crying woman let alone all this other crap?”
He shrugs and his smile grows. “Don’t know. Maybe I’m just a goner. I’m sure my brain’s mush. But what I do know is that you didn’t lose me and that you won’t. Not anytime soon at any rate. I also know I didn’t lose you and I’m thankful for that every second of every day. I don’t care where you’re from, what species you are, hell I don’t care how many people are after you or the fact you’re apparently a helluva lot more homicidal than I’d ever have guessed. You are my wife and I love you.”
I kiss him, whispering my own love to him over and over interspersed with kisses. I pull back, ever so slightly after a few minutes. “Gene I need you to know, to understand, I am going to kill Morgan. He’s tried too many times to take you away from me and I won’t take the chance… I just know I won’t rest, won’t be able to, until I know he’s dead and can’t come after you again.”
“I- I get it. Really I do. I want that bastard dead. Hell I want to kill him and if he ever came near you- Well, all bets would be off that’s for sure. But… You’re my wife and it’s a little weird. I am trying to get used to the idea.”
I can see how uncomfortable this seems to make him and I flash back to the Master. He has been great. And I can’t believe I just thought that but it’s true.
If I hadn’t had his support and guidance I would have fallen apart well before now. As it is he’s been very solicitous and helpful- almost worryingly so.
He did warn that murder would be the hardest thing for Gene to accept. Sam had pointed out that for all his good points Gene is still a bit of a misogynist- although Sam actually counted that as one of good points. His biggest flaw when it comes to women is the need to protect them. It’s hard for him to picture me doing that for him.
“Gene. I will kill him.”
“I’m getting that impression.” He is still smiling.
“Do you really not want me to?”
“Would it stop you?”
I take a deep breath and try to make him understand. “If our positions were reversed would you stop if I wanted you to?”
“Not a chance. Yeah I get it. So what now?”
“Will you forgive me?”
“Would you forgive me?”
“Yes.” I smile and he smirks back.
“Well you would say that wouldn’t you.”
We share a smile and natural as anything fall back into our interrupted kissing.
We’re just getting back into the swing of things when I hear the door being opened. I can just make out Martha and Jack and am not even capable of thinking up the necessary words to send them on their way before they’ve already snuck back out. Well who knew those two had that much of a self-preservation instinct.
Gene nibbles on my shoulder and all thoughts of our miscreant neighbours flee my mind.
God I love this man.
I really shouldn’t be here.
Martha feels the same way, but she’s so head over heels for Sam, the Master, she has no way out.
It’s all this stuff with Gene. This is his window to get out- although everyone but Mags knows he won’t take it. This whole mess has shaken us all up in more ways than one.
Martha won’t leave Sam, ever. I know there’s some bad blood between them but I really, honestly and truly can’t see anything making her leave his side. Even if he would let her.
Actually I think he might, if he was convinced she’d be happier… Not that she would be.
Then there’s Mags, Romana and Gene. It’s actually quite funny- both couples are in a threesome even before you consider me. Both couples are so far gone they’ll never even look back.
Then there’s little old me. I’m… I’m not in love with any of them. Don’t get me wrong I care about all four of them, hell I love at least the crazy two I live with and probably the other two as well. But right now, I’m not in love. I could be. I could really easily fall for any one of the four of them.
I won’t let myself though and not just because Martha finally admitted the Master and I hate each other. Right now the three of us are curled up on the couch after a nice dinner. I’m a sucker for an apology from this guy apparently.
Can you imagine how easy I’d be if I actually let myself fall in love with him? I’ll keep at least that little part of myself back, for now. It’s a survival skill I’ve learnt, a necessary survival skill. But then again there are those few who slip through no matter how hard I try not to let them.
I look at the couple I’m entwined with and something tells me if I don’t get away soon I will fall as head over heels for them as I’ve watched them fall for each other.
I settle more comfortably into the couch and take comfort from the hope that Sam’s plan will work. Then we rescue the Doctor and I won’t have to worry about it for 30 years or so. Hell, once they go I won’t even remember there is something to worry about. At least that’s my excuse for leaning into the Master for a kiss and pulling Martha in closer…
For a very possessive couple I have noticed that they both seem to love watching me with the other. He;; they’ve both spent hours just watching exactly that.
I don’t think that’s what they’re looking for tonight though. Since they finally had sex with each other they’ve been eager as all get out to finally, finally have sex. Okay so I’m also eager but it’s been months!
Now, though- we’ll be interrupted by Gene and Mags. Sam’s growling at them but I just sit up and laugh. Hell at this rate we won’t be having sex until the future.
Damn that arrogant arse! We let them have sex.
Oh right now they want to talk logistics- after they’ve got their end away.
Ugh! What is this conspiracy against me getting laid? And Jack laughs. I don’t get why he’s laughing, at this rate he’s getting even less sex than me- at least he better be.
Great now he’s looking at me funny ‘cos of the possessive glare I just threw at him. I shrug off the mood an d pull him to me for a kiss. He still looks puzzled when I let him go but in that ‘isn’t Sam crazy’ kind of way.
It doesn’t matter. Jack could never cheat- he’s never got enough free time. I give him one last peck before turning to the other couple.
Right time to (and I give an involuntary shiver of disgust at this) rescue the Doctor. No, actually and I smile brightly at this thought, our next step is something much more up my street.
Plus it helps my good mood how scared they all look when I smile as I outline my plan to rob UNIT.
Sam just went to that psychotic possessive place again. I can tell by the glare and the taste of his kisses- and how bad is that?
I have no idea what set him off though and I’m not sure I want to know. He is so paranoid he’d probably attack every person who looks at Martha and I, funny or otherwise.
Luckily for us, or more accurately for everyone else, he’s easily distracted.
I always get a kick out of interrupting Dorothy and his girlfriends. Okay so there’s nothing wrong with my sex life with the missus at the moment but even a happy man likes to see his friends in misery occasionally. Besides all this Doctor nonsense gives me a really good excuse.
I don’t know much about this bloke except that this lot act like he’s the Second Coming. Or maybe the First Coming, with bloody time travel who can tell.
Even Sam, whose not supposed to even like the bugger (according to Mags) and he’s worried about what the Bastard’s done to him. It’s obvious, to me at least, that the Doctor means something important to him and anyone can see how much he means to the other three.
So I’ll help.
It really helps me get motivated that once the Doctor gets ‘rescued’ we go after Morgan. As uncomfortable as I am with the idea of my Mags dealing with him I do want him dealt with. But I do understand her point, if our places were reversed I would want to deal with Morgan with my bare hands and I’d want her to see it to know it was over.
Okay I guess I can get onboard with Mags taking out Morgan.
Martha is going to kill us, let alone the Master. And really all four of us are lucky Jack’s such an easy going guy. After everything we’ve all put him through to them purposefully stop him getting any is needlessly cruel. But it is fun to watch their faces when we interrupt.
It’s also good for our survival that at least one of them always stays calm enough to calm the others’ temper. Not surprisingly its rarely ever the Master who stays calm in these situations.
So, no sex…
Alright. At least our friends are happy. So happy they’re ruining my fun night with my husband and boyfriend!
Calm down. Okay. Save the Doctor then we have sex.