New Story: Glowy Thing part1
Totally unconnected to Master on Mars and will be another long series and yes I realise that posting this first part and the first part of AU which I will also be doing today is weird but I wrote both of these before MoM and people are complaining I haven’t typed them up.
Title: Glowy Thing
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: N/A
Summary: This was one of my first ‘bring the Master back’ ideas.
This is an embarrassment. A degradation. A- Fuck it!
I am the Master; I am no one’s puppet!
I won’t do it and they can’t make me!
Fine, alright so they can make me and I am acting much less like a master of anything than a spoilt two year old.
I am supposed to be the master manipulator, no pun intended, so how exactly did I fail to notice the goddamned council low-jacked me?
I’m supposed to be dead- I die and the Doctor loses.
All by himself for eternity, abandoned and alone for his sins.
But no- the bloody Timelords can’t have that! No they bring me back.
On a pre-program like I’m a coffee-maker or something!
I am bloody programmed.
Not only is he not alone, but I am expected to furnish him with an entirely new Gallifrey and population, to protect or kill as he chooses, but I’m also supposed to tell him they forgive him.
They FUCKING forgive him!!!!
How the hell can I possibly come from such a sanctimoniously useless species?
All the teasing and twisting I gave him for a year and all the time I’ve had a Rassilon-sealed blessing from the bloody council.
They knew he’d do it.
They fucking planned for it!
I’m their ace in the hole, because they knew I’d survive. I’m supposed to recreate the whole planet and species fro him and then hand him the bloody keys.
Be a good little citizen- I can’t even kill anyone. Trust me I’ve tried and that is not the kind of performance problem most men have.
Not that I’ve ever had any kind of performance issues- at least not until recently.
Adding insult to injury I’m running around the universe picking up all the annoying little sods the Doctor’s been dropping off all over the place.
Actually, if I’d thought of it before this would have been a great idea. Tracking them all down individually and laying waste what little piece of their lives the Doctor left them with. I’d build it up to that annoying little shit Martha Jones.
Probably do the freak a few times, every now and then.
Not now though, no ‘cos now I can’t even lay a finger on them!
At least this part means I don’t have to tell the Doctor I’m alive. In fact I’m completely unable to even try and contact him with this stupid conditioning.
So no one even gets to know I’m abducting all his pets. I don’t even get to keep them and scare the shit out of them- no I have to return them without even the memory of what happened!
Spoilsports.
At least they’re not entirely unchanged when I dump them back in their miserable lives. That’s the fun part.
The Glowy part.
See, the Timelords had a plan.
The Final solution if you will.
The Doctor, sanctimonious shit head that he is could be trusted to make the ultimate sacrifice. And I could be trusted no to.
So, this TARDIS, my TARDIS was outfitted with a copy of the Matrix- that I can’t break in to. Specifically designed to resist my mind- even though part of my conditioning prevents me trying the bloody thing! Over kill or what?
Where was I?
Yes, the TARDIS. It also has a genetic samples of the greatest Timelords that ever lived- yes that does include the Doctor and myself. Of the thousands of samples, to be grown from looms when New Gallifrey is founded, one hundred are separate- the truly great minds of our species, again the Doctor and I are in the most select group.
Of this hundred, each is to be planted in a ‘mother’ and allowed to gestate naturally and the child to grow naturally. When they are ready they will join the Doctor and I in creating New Gallifrey and the recreation of our species.
The actual description they gave of all this is much more pompous.
The point is that not just anyone can have the dubious honour of nurturing a Timelord infant. They decided on an entrance exam if you will, surviving the Doctor.
As crazy as it sounds I actually agree with this part, after all if they managed to live through all the insanity and near death experiences the Doctor no doubt dragged them into they can definitely handle a precocious child.
Now, who is it today?
Ah, Miss Sarah Jane Smith.
I always liked her; she had fire and would argue and fight. Even with the Doctor.
Abducting them is too easy and she doesn’t really have time to react to being in the presence of the Master before the TARDIS freezes her.
I check the console read out. She’s a fine healthy specimen and has been matched to the most suitable sample- not the Doctors and not mine either, Thank Rassilon.
Three, Two, One… Glowy Thing!
I’m not sure if it’s for the freaked look in their faces, that I’m really that bored or just my normal insanity but I always shave to do a wavy hand gesture at them when they’re being inseminated.
I also like to tell them they’ve been inseminated. Right before I wipe their memories and set them back in their own time and place.
Jeez there will be a lot of mystery births this year.
Actually, the Timelords have this whole information video prepared, but it’s really pompous and boring and I couldn’t even stand to watch the whole of it once let alone a hundred times. I like my way better.
I’ve got to cause havoc in some way.
Now who’s next on the list…?