Glowy Thing part 4
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Title: Glowy Thing part 4
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Master/Martha, if you squint
Summary: They were in Cardiff, what are the chances they were seen by a certain Captain?
Glowy Thing part 4-
I have the afternoon off.
Forcibly.
My employees threw me out. Apparently since I came back I’ve been ‘hovering’.
Apparently I’m driving them crazy.
Apparently I need to get a life- I am not that bad!
Owen accused me of being totally dependant on them. All I did was follow him on one date and okay so I may have tricked Tosh into having her date at the same place so I could keep an eye on both of them.
Look in my defence they both they both have lousy taste and alright I didn’t exactly plan it too well.
I spent so much of the night talking to their dates- checking them out, obviously- that they both tried to come home with me. Ianto saw the funny side right up until that point.
They’re all fed up with me and refuse to let me back into the Hub until I can demonstrate a hobby which has nothing to do with any of them and/or Torchwood.
The nerve of them.
I decide to try some culture but compared to being there for art and history it’s just not riveting enough so I opt for a coffee. Another thing in short supply, since I can’t go to the Hub I don’t get Ianto’s coffee. Actually I’m not even allowed back in to my room.
What a way for my boyfriend to get me to agree to move in with him.
I’m just about to sit down with my coffee when I get a fright so horrific I’m pretty sure I got more of those grey hairs.
The Master.
Bold as brass swinging back in his chair and sipping his coffee. He’s sitting with a couple of people- Martha? What the hell?
That’s Martha sitting right beside him. She’s- they’re having a conversation like normal people.
Well that looks about right. The other woman is pulling away terrified. And Martha’s reassuring her?
This is just too weird.
I don’t care if it’s the Pope on the other end of that call there is nothing anyone can say to make this make sense.
I follow the three of them enter a TARDIS. Or at least what I assume is a TARDIS, either that or they’ll be pretty squished. Even more so when I stop inside.
Yip a TARDIS.
“Oh, for-” The Master barely bats an eye at my entrance, and here I was all hyped up for a fight.
“You really need to get a better lock on that.”
“What is it with you people? All eager to be up the duff. Well you’re out of luck the Doctor’s baby is already gone-” I would ask what the hell he’s on about but Martha’s interrupts him and just confuses me more.
“Ooh who got that one?”
“None of your business, dear.”
“Oh please. I definitely got the booby-prize I should at least get to know who got the grand-prize-” She’s pouting at him- playfully?
“You know I’m going to tell him you called him that in the years to come.” And he’s teasing her?
“Ha! I’m calling your contribution the booby-prize. Not him and/or her.”
“Hims and I’m still telling.”
I look at the other woman hoping for some answers but she just shrugs so I turn back to Martha, “What the hell is going on here Martha?”
She finally looks something other than amused, sheepish, “It’s complicated…”
“Does the Doctor know what’s going on?”
“No!” She sounds pretty panicked. About the Doctor?
“Oh, go ahead. Call him-” And the Master wants him here?
“You shut up. Jack don’t call the Doctor-”
“Look I can understand wanting to hide the embarrassment of being anywhere near him but the Doctor-’
“If you call the Doctor, the Master will kill you. As long as you don’t threaten what he’s doing he can’t hurt you. He’s been conditioned-”
The Master interrupts her incredible explanation, growling. “Will you stop telling people that!”
“Oh please, I haven’t let you terrorise the people I don’t even like why would you even think I’d let you do it with the people I give a shit about?”
He smirks at her, “To surprise me?”
“No.”
They both turn back to me when I clear my throat and the other girl shrugs at me and sits herself down on a couch to watch.
“Okay, so he won’t, can’t do anything if I don’t threaten his ‘conditioning’. Calling the Doctor threatens what he’s doing. So I gotta ask, what’s he doing and who conditioned him?”
“Getting people pregnant-”
“Tegan!” Oh so the pretty woman has a name. God that’s a sign of how off kilter they’ve left me I haven’t even introduced myself.
“What? The Master did it to me.”
Hold a minute- “Pregnant?” I know I sound panicked, but well I am.
Oh, God that’s what Martha was…
“Fine.” Martha sighs and takes my hand. “Okay Jack- the Timelords preset the Master to come back and programmed him to restart the Timelord race. He’s doing so by implanting previously selected samples into old companions of the Doctor’s to recreate their-”
“Hold up, ‘booby-prize’, ‘contribution’? Martha are you having his baby?”
“Babies actually but seeing as I have to suffer I decided he should too, so I moved in.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding? Please?”
“Oh I wish. But no-”
“Enough talking. Yes, we’ve been living in sin for months now. But right now if I’m not getting to torment or kill anyone I’m at least getting to do Glowy Thing!”
Living in what now?
Martha slaps his arm. “Ignore him. We are not having sex. He just says that ‘cause he wants to tell my parents we’re getting married.”
That’s slightly better. I think.
“Glowy Thing?” Seems a safe enough question. Until I get the answer that is.
“It’s when he inseminates you. There’s glowy lights and stuff- he really likes it, even has a dance-”
“It is not a dance.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t.”
I’m starting to wonder if they aren’t really playing the bickering couple a wee bit too well. I give the bizarre and surreal behaviour and walk over to the mystery woman, Tegan. “So you’re going to let him give you a baby?”
“I already did. Just before you came in and for the record it is a dance. I do have Martha and Nyssa’s word that it’s not his. Only poor Martha got stuck with that particular nightmare.” Lovely Australian accent. I feel like I should flirting or kissing or…
“Who is Nyssa?”
“An old friend. We travelled with the Doctor together a long, long time ago. But she was convinced by Martha to join in this insane escapade. She says Martha’s very convincing so I’ll bet you’re not leaving here without your own bun in the oven and notice how I’m not even asking how that’s possible.”
“But-”
“I do take it you are the Jack they were bickering about earlier. Martha wanted to see you and he said only if you got a baby too.”
“I-”
“Yip. Glowy Thing coming right up. I love when I get to do more than one a day.”
The mad hatters have stopped bickering and the Master approaches the console. I’m left feeling, I’m not sure what. I don’t want a baby, let alone a Timelord baby from the Master!
“Hey!” I shout my objection at the same time as Martha voices hers.
“I haven’t even asked him yet, let alone convinced him.”
The Master smiles at her and points at me. “He volunteered. Beside, my darling Bloody, you already convinced everyone else and you already have him wrapped around your little finger. I’m just saving time.”
In the end I think I will give in so I shrug and step towards the console. I am so in hell and I am bloody volunteering.
Okay I see what she means about his little dance.
Title: Glowy Thing part 4
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Master/Martha, if you squint
Summary: They were in Cardiff, what are the chances they were seen by a certain Captain?
Glowy Thing part 4-
I have the afternoon off.
Forcibly.
My employees threw me out. Apparently since I came back I’ve been ‘hovering’.
Apparently I’m driving them crazy.
Apparently I need to get a life- I am not that bad!
Owen accused me of being totally dependant on them. All I did was follow him on one date and okay so I may have tricked Tosh into having her date at the same place so I could keep an eye on both of them.
Look in my defence they both they both have lousy taste and alright I didn’t exactly plan it too well.
I spent so much of the night talking to their dates- checking them out, obviously- that they both tried to come home with me. Ianto saw the funny side right up until that point.
They’re all fed up with me and refuse to let me back into the Hub until I can demonstrate a hobby which has nothing to do with any of them and/or Torchwood.
The nerve of them.
I decide to try some culture but compared to being there for art and history it’s just not riveting enough so I opt for a coffee. Another thing in short supply, since I can’t go to the Hub I don’t get Ianto’s coffee. Actually I’m not even allowed back in to my room.
What a way for my boyfriend to get me to agree to move in with him.
I’m just about to sit down with my coffee when I get a fright so horrific I’m pretty sure I got more of those grey hairs.
The Master.
Bold as brass swinging back in his chair and sipping his coffee. He’s sitting with a couple of people- Martha? What the hell?
That’s Martha sitting right beside him. She’s- they’re having a conversation like normal people.
Well that looks about right. The other woman is pulling away terrified. And Martha’s reassuring her?
This is just too weird.
I don’t care if it’s the Pope on the other end of that call there is nothing anyone can say to make this make sense.
I follow the three of them enter a TARDIS. Or at least what I assume is a TARDIS, either that or they’ll be pretty squished. Even more so when I stop inside.
Yip a TARDIS.
“Oh, for-” The Master barely bats an eye at my entrance, and here I was all hyped up for a fight.
“You really need to get a better lock on that.”
“What is it with you people? All eager to be up the duff. Well you’re out of luck the Doctor’s baby is already gone-” I would ask what the hell he’s on about but Martha’s interrupts him and just confuses me more.
“Ooh who got that one?”
“None of your business, dear.”
“Oh please. I definitely got the booby-prize I should at least get to know who got the grand-prize-” She’s pouting at him- playfully?
“You know I’m going to tell him you called him that in the years to come.” And he’s teasing her?
“Ha! I’m calling your contribution the booby-prize. Not him and/or her.”
“Hims and I’m still telling.”
I look at the other woman hoping for some answers but she just shrugs so I turn back to Martha, “What the hell is going on here Martha?”
She finally looks something other than amused, sheepish, “It’s complicated…”
“Does the Doctor know what’s going on?”
“No!” She sounds pretty panicked. About the Doctor?
“Oh, go ahead. Call him-” And the Master wants him here?
“You shut up. Jack don’t call the Doctor-”
“Look I can understand wanting to hide the embarrassment of being anywhere near him but the Doctor-’
“If you call the Doctor, the Master will kill you. As long as you don’t threaten what he’s doing he can’t hurt you. He’s been conditioned-”
The Master interrupts her incredible explanation, growling. “Will you stop telling people that!”
“Oh please, I haven’t let you terrorise the people I don’t even like why would you even think I’d let you do it with the people I give a shit about?”
He smirks at her, “To surprise me?”
“No.”
They both turn back to me when I clear my throat and the other girl shrugs at me and sits herself down on a couch to watch.
“Okay, so he won’t, can’t do anything if I don’t threaten his ‘conditioning’. Calling the Doctor threatens what he’s doing. So I gotta ask, what’s he doing and who conditioned him?”
“Getting people pregnant-”
“Tegan!” Oh so the pretty woman has a name. God that’s a sign of how off kilter they’ve left me I haven’t even introduced myself.
“What? The Master did it to me.”
Hold a minute- “Pregnant?” I know I sound panicked, but well I am.
Oh, God that’s what Martha was…
“Fine.” Martha sighs and takes my hand. “Okay Jack- the Timelords preset the Master to come back and programmed him to restart the Timelord race. He’s doing so by implanting previously selected samples into old companions of the Doctor’s to recreate their-”
“Hold up, ‘booby-prize’, ‘contribution’? Martha are you having his baby?”
“Babies actually but seeing as I have to suffer I decided he should too, so I moved in.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding? Please?”
“Oh I wish. But no-”
“Enough talking. Yes, we’ve been living in sin for months now. But right now if I’m not getting to torment or kill anyone I’m at least getting to do Glowy Thing!”
Living in what now?
Martha slaps his arm. “Ignore him. We are not having sex. He just says that ‘cause he wants to tell my parents we’re getting married.”
That’s slightly better. I think.
“Glowy Thing?” Seems a safe enough question. Until I get the answer that is.
“It’s when he inseminates you. There’s glowy lights and stuff- he really likes it, even has a dance-”
“It is not a dance.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t.”
I’m starting to wonder if they aren’t really playing the bickering couple a wee bit too well. I give the bizarre and surreal behaviour and walk over to the mystery woman, Tegan. “So you’re going to let him give you a baby?”
“I already did. Just before you came in and for the record it is a dance. I do have Martha and Nyssa’s word that it’s not his. Only poor Martha got stuck with that particular nightmare.” Lovely Australian accent. I feel like I should flirting or kissing or…
“Who is Nyssa?”
“An old friend. We travelled with the Doctor together a long, long time ago. But she was convinced by Martha to join in this insane escapade. She says Martha’s very convincing so I’ll bet you’re not leaving here without your own bun in the oven and notice how I’m not even asking how that’s possible.”
“But-”
“I do take it you are the Jack they were bickering about earlier. Martha wanted to see you and he said only if you got a baby too.”
“I-”
“Yip. Glowy Thing coming right up. I love when I get to do more than one a day.”
The mad hatters have stopped bickering and the Master approaches the console. I’m left feeling, I’m not sure what. I don’t want a baby, let alone a Timelord baby from the Master!
“Hey!” I shout my objection at the same time as Martha voices hers.
“I haven’t even asked him yet, let alone convinced him.”
The Master smiles at her and points at me. “He volunteered. Beside, my darling Bloody, you already convinced everyone else and you already have him wrapped around your little finger. I’m just saving time.”
In the end I think I will give in so I shrug and step towards the console. I am so in hell and I am bloody volunteering.
Okay I see what she means about his little dance.