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Title: Master on Mars19: Jack's confrontation
Fandom: DW/LoM xover
Pairing: Master!Sam/Martha (with some Jack fun and games) and Gene/Romana!Mags
Summary: Confronting Mags/Romana, but Jack's too confused to care
Part 19:
“Why are we breaking in?”
“Because I think a dramatic revelation will work better. Besides do you have any idea how often she and her annoying husband have burst into my house?”
“You gave them a key.” I laugh at her and I know the only reason I’m getting away with it is because she’s currently too distracted.
Mags is an alien. A Timelord even and the Doctor goes on with his, “I’m the only one, I’m the only one” spiel. I’m so embarrassed for him, stealing his lines from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
“That was after they kept bursting in anyway.” Oh, right ‘cos anyone would burst in on my crazy lovers uninvited. Actually, Mags and Gene would. Come to think of it I’m completely surrounded by lunatics.
Once we’re in we can hear Mags upstairs in the shower, Martha goes straight to the cabinet in the corner and starts rummaging through the drawers and muttering to herself. Something about Gene always moving stuff. That I can understand, he even moves stuff at our house.
“What are you looking for?”
“It’s a watch. A Fob Watch.”
“Alrighty, any particular reason?”
She turns to me with that sheepish/ guilty look and I sigh in frustration. “Should I just leave now?”
“No! It’s just… Never mind, Sam can just fix anything pertinent later.”
“Gee, thanks. Now I feel so much better about it. What exactly is he going to do to ‘fix‘ me?”
She just gives me a bright smile as I flop onto the couch. She turns back to continue looking, but still takes the time to reply, “Don’t worry Jack it’s not that kind of fixing, he likes you the way you are far too much for that.”
I don’t really care for the smirk she throws me over her shoulder.
“Ah, got it!”
“Got what?” Martha spins around to find Mags in the room, in nothing but a towel and drying her hair with another. She’s looking at us suspiciously.
Not really surprising seeing as we’ve broken in and are rummaging through her things. Well one of us is rummaging, the other is lounging.
Martha holds the watch out to Mags and we both see her gasp. Then she darts forward and snatches it from Martha’s outstretched hand.
“It’s just an old watch. A family heirloom.”
“Sure if your family happen to be from a different galaxy. Look give it up already, I mean I’ve lived with my share of Timelords I know one when I see one especially when I’ve already met them in the future.”
“Ha! Share of Timelords? You’re living with the most psychotic Timelord that ever lived!”
Ha, right back atcha. Martha got her there.
“Hold on- ‘most psychotic Timelord’? He’s a Timelord and he’s psychotic?”
“Oh for heaven sake Jack anyone can see he’s psychotic and if you haven’t noticed by now then you have one helluva set of blinders on!”
Mags just slipped out of the room but I’m too mad right now to warn Martha.
“Alright the psychotic bit, yeah. Fine I did realise that. God did I realise that, but a Timelord? How can he be a Timelord? And a psychotic Timelord? Doesn’t really sound like a friend of the Doctor’s-”
What the hell am I doing with my life?
“They are. Were. It’s really complicated.”
“And he’s alright with you two?”
“Oh hell no. I fully expect an attempt at exorcism when we find the Doctor. And I’m not even
sure I’d disagree but that’s not all Sam is… I- God! Look-”
“I’m not going to get a straight answer anytime soon so lets just table it. Besides Mags ran upstairs ages ago.”
She see looks around the room finally noticing we’ve been alone for ages. At least I know she was paying attention to me.
Martha gives me one last pained look before running upstairs calling to Mags.
She is right, I know he’s psychotic and half the time Martha doesn’t seem much better. Hell, throw in Mags, the other alien, and her crazy husband and you’ve got a family of serial killers just waiting to happen. And when I was younger I wouldn’t have let myself care.
I would have just have had fun and tried to pretend the rest of the world didn’t matter. I had gotten really good at pretending that.
But when I met the Doctor… He changed me. He and Rose made me face the consequences and I became a better man and never once since have I ever wanted to change back. And trust me that has been a really long time for second thoughts.
But now… It’s like no matter how many warning signs I get with these people I can’t walk away. Almost like I’m as willing to become the man I used to be for these people as much as I was to become a better man for the Doctor and Rose.
I follow the sounds of shouting upstairs to the girls and as I do I make a decision for my life from here on out- I need to stop shacking up with the Timelords and their girlfriends.
Even if this time it was an accident. But I think a third one might break me completely and I’ll be left with totally uncontrollable split personalities.
Thinking things through and planning my future doesn’t help at all.
Here I am now watching Mags and Martha bicker about Timelords and the Time War and all I can think is that they both look gorgeous when they’re flushed and furious.
Who am I trying to kid? I’m already involved with three Timelords and their partners.
I never have had a sense of self-preservation.
I observe them and their reactions to each other. They’re actually agreeing with each other but are too stubborn to calm down. I’m not going to try telling them either, my self-preservation isn’t that low.
Maybe I should just get them distracted and lo and behold Mags is providing the perfect distraction.
“Mags why do you flush every time Martha mentions Sam and the Doctor?”
She flushes again. “Look, I have a complicated history with the both of them. And I haven’t seen them in a long time-”
“Except when you’re pretending he’s Sam.”
“I was trying to protect my husband! And you’ll he didn’t rush to tell me, did he?”
“Hold on, you knew exactly who he was?”
“Of course. All Timelords are telepathic and after you’ve met each other once you’re imprinted on each other. I would know the Doctor and the Master anywhere.”
“The Master?” What kind of sociopath calls himself that?
The kind I shack up with, naturally.
“Mags! What part of we don’t tell Jack anything didn’t you understand?”
I am getting really sick of this, “Don’t worry, Martha, the ‘Master’ can just fix it later.”
“Jack?” There it is the guilty, pained look. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she’s a Timelord too, after all that’s a look the other three have perfected. Hell for all I know she is a Timelord!
I hate when they make me feel bad about being mad. “Seriously, does he really call himself that?”
She smiles at me and I feel better, like I was the one in the wrong. “Yeah well he has issues.”
I am so whipped. I should at least get the sex! Hell, Martha complains all the time she doesn’t get laid, why the hell shouldn’t I do that too?
Right after the latest drama gets sorted.
Eventually I get tired of watching them bicker, pretty as they are and turn and leave the house. The only problem is they actually follow me all the way to the other house and right into the kitchen with me. Enough is enough, I leave the kitchen and jam a chair under the door. If they ever stop arguing over whether or not to tell Gene they might notice and then they’ll probably fight the door instead of just going out the back and straight round to the front.
Whatever way I should get some time to think about what I’m going to do and how to punish Martha and Sam for making me stress like this. Stress makes wrinkles.
I throw myself into the couch and get comfortable.
“Hello honeys, I’m home.”
Guess I won’t get that time. Sam strolls in and smiles brightly at me.
“No dinner?” I glare. “Alright, no hello even?”
He really doesn’t take subtle hints. I give him a false and venomous smile, “Sorry, but the girls are a bit busy in the kitchen arguing over whether or not Mags should tell her husband she’s an alien. So sorry Master but you’ll have to fend for yourself.”
He had turned to go to the kitchen, rage on his face, but as I use his self-appointed ‘name’ he freezes on the spot and all I can see is his profile and back.
His eyes close in a reflection of sexual pleasure, his lips part on a gasp and his spine quivers. Then he turns back to me and the look on his face is pure predator.
“Say it again.”
I pull back slightly, wary of the Master unleashed. But as I’m sprawled on the couch I don’t have far to go. “No.”
He’s moving closer and I realise how bad my position is so I try to get up but before I can he’s on me, pinning me to the couch.
“Say it again.”
“Why?” My voice is husky and I’m not sure if it’s nerves or attraction.
He leans impossibly closer and kisses me, quick and hard. His hands are all over me, touching me, in a teasing almost pressure.
“I’d forgotten how much I love it when you people use my name. It makes my insides go all squishy.”
He kisses me again. Softly though and nibbles his way along my jaw in the way he knows I can’t resist.
“Say it again, Jack. Please…” It’s the pleading whimper in his voice that makes me cave.
“Master- AH!” With his body pressing into the length of mine I feel the quiver as if it was my own. I’m a single thrust of his hips away from agreeing to call him Master any time he wants.
Luckily, or unluckily, as he leans in for another kiss, pulling back mere millimetres, hips rolling forward and he demands, “Say it again,” as I open my lips to obey a screech stops me in my tracks.
Mags. And Martha.
I’m panting, I’m flushed and he’s barely touched me but God I am so turned on by how turned on he is.
“What the hell?” Martha sounds pissed. I’m desperately trying to restart the big brain, but right now I feel like the dick is my big brain. It definitely has more control than the other one.
“You know what, Martha, we can continue this later. Besides I’d better go home and make sure Gene doesn’t pop by. I don’t see him appreciating the show.” Despite her words Mags hasn’t moved one step and his still standing next to Martha, both of them tilting their heads to get a better look.
I’d probably find it funny if it weren’t for the things Sam is doing with his hands. The things they’re looking at.
“You were going to say something, my Handsome Jack.”
I look at my completely lost. He stopped.
He laughs at the confused glare I throw at him. He leans in and bites my lower lip before whispering, “My name.”
I smile at him. I know what that does and his smile grows to a full blown smirk. “Master…”
He’s kissing me again and thrusting and touching and quivering and I let my eyes drift shut. But not before I see Mags, over Sam’s shoulder, laugh and run out the door chased by an angry glare from a frustrated looking Martha.
It does occur to me, in my cocoon of pleasure, that maybe the growly noises she’s making are because she’s jealous. Then again, if I were to take the time to invite her to join us I’d have to burst my lovely bubble.
When I came down from flying I see they’re glaring at each other. Again. She’s sitting against the wall on the floor across from us. Arms crossed and glaring.
“I really missed something, haven’t I?” Now she turns the glare on me while he manoeuvres me till we’re both sitting up with me practically in his lap. It’d almost be sweet if I didn’t know for a fact he’s trying to hide behind me without being obvious about it.
“You just had to use his name!”
“You didn’t tell me not to!”
“Oh come on! I’ve been trying to get him to shag me for months and I’ve never stooped to that. You had to realise there was a reason.”
Before I can retort, my chair interrupts, “Can I just point out that I have absolutely no problem with either or both of you using my name to seduce me.”
We both glare at him this time.
“I think we’ve had more than enough of your fetish for one day.” I agree with her wholeheartedly but the git just smirks and I remember I’m mad at him.
“Hey, I was pissed at you.”
“Yeah, I noticed. We got rather distracted though didn’t- Hold on. How the hell did you even know my name? And did you say ‘arguing over whether or not Mags should tell her husband she’s an alien’?”
Finally he gets his mind out of the gutter, I have only one thing to say to him, “God, you’re slow.”