Disturbing the Peace (DW fic part 2)
Title: Disturbing the Peace
Characters: Doctor, Master, Amy, Rory
Rating: G
Words: 4,360
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, however, I do own the flibbertibunnies.
Sssssss. Static.
“How does th-”
Sssssssssssssssss.
“-n you hear m-”
Sssssssssssssssssssss.
One of the human’s voices interrupted the crackling static from the Doctor. “Doctor, you have to hold down the left side button as you speak.”
Ssssssssssssssss.
“-ere we go. I’ve got it now. Over.”
The Master shook his head at his walkie-talkie. This plan was doomed from the start.
“Is everybody ready? Over.” the Doctor’s voice came scratchily from the radio.
With a sigh the Master added his confirmation to Amy and Rory’s. Then he sat back and wished he had some cocoa. He did not like his part in this plan. Not only did it make him smell bad, but it gave his skin a very unattractive jaundiced glow.
It was shortly after the Doctor’s announcement that fish sticks would save the world, that the Master’s misery began. The Doctor had finished off three fish sticks and then popped the rest into a slot in the TARDIS console. There was a series of slightly disturbing gloooshing noises and then the easy-bake-oven bell had dinged again. The Doctor had scrounged up a bucket from somewhere and deposited it under what looked like a faucet.
“Here we go,” he had said and had turned the knob. A fishy smelling yellow slime had glopped out into the bucket. The Doctor had been quite pleased with the results while his companions and the Master had wrinkled their noses in disgust.
“Surely, it’s not that bad,” the Doctor had said as he walked up to the Master. He scooped up some of the gloop and deposited it on the Master’s nose.
“Now strip,” the Doctor had ordered. “This has to cover every bit of your skin.”
And so now the Master smelled like fish sticks and felt like he’d just crawled out of a Thelblian Slime Bog. The stuff on his skin didn’t absorb but remained firmly on the surface. It made his crisp white shirt and expensive trousers stick uncomfortably. Why had he let the Doctor get him involved? He had protested at first. Of course, he had. But the Doctor had merely started rubbing the stuff all over his face and into his hair, then tugging off his suit and getting it all slimy, all the while babbling something about dog houses, cages, and payback.
He should never have answered his phone. But secretly he was glad that he had. The Doctor and Master, putting down their sonic screwdrivers and tissue compressors, working together against a common foe. Just like the old days. He couldn’t help reveling a bit in the nostalgia. Of course, in the old days he would never have let the Doctor cover him in TARDIS mucus. Had he really changed that much? Had he really lost all dignity? When the correct Doctor showed up in his predictable misguided attempt to save the Earth from Prime Minister Harry Saxon, the Master resolved to always be in control. Next time it would be the Doctor wearing the stinky goo.
Well, not literally. He’d find something else to humiliate the Doctor with. Something less messy.
The radio crackled to life again.
“They’re heading for the park, just as I thought,” the Doctor said. “Get to work, Ponds.”
From his place near the TARDIS the Master could see the Doctor’s two companions trying to herd all the park goers into the ionized area that the Doctor had set up in a lovely little space under some trees. Some of the mothers with their strollers and a couple grumpy old people put us a fuss, but a bit of psychic paper quieted them.
The Flibbertibunnies flew down in a loose formation. There were not many of them, yet. But as soon as they started attaching themselves to the humans they would start to multiply. Just like their cutesy name, the Flibbertibunnies looked deceptively benign, large fuzzy wisps that were often mistaken for pollen. They headed straight for the large group of people under the trees, but the Doctor’s ionization of the atmosphere acted like a reverse magnet and they were forcibly pushed back.
Amy and Rory had already cleared most of the people out of the Flibbertibunnies path, but a few stragglers remained. The little aliens turned their attentions to these people.
“Master get out there,” the Doctor crackled.
“Quick, under the trees,” Rory shouted at a little old lady who sat watching the excitement on a park bench.
“What was that, dear?” she smiled at him and twiddled with the hearing aid in her ear. It gave out a shrill wheeze. “Silly thing’s always acting up. My goodness. Look at that strange pollen.”
“Now, Master, now!” the Doctor was sounding a little frantic.
The Master hesitated for a moment. The fish stick goo was supposed to protect him, but it was against his nature to put himself in the way of any danger. He needed to trust that the Doctor would not let harm come to him.
Alright then, he did trust the Doctor.
Mostly.
Sort of.
Maybe a bit.
A teensy weens-
No, nevermind. He thought back on past experience and decided that he definitely did not trust the Doctor not to screw him over. This would be a perfect opportunity to take out the Master and the Flibbertibunnies at the same time and save the Earth from both threats. His hearts beat faster at the thought of another betrayal, anger rising. The drums rose too.
“Listen to me, Master. Ignore them. They don’t control you. You won’t let them.” The Doctor sounded perfectly calm, his voice soothing the storm in the Master’s head. “Now the Flibbertibunnies are going to take over the Earth if you don’t stop them, and then it won’t matter if you’re Prime Minister or not. Are you going to let them ruin your plans like that?”
“No!” the Master shouted. The Doctor most likely didn’t hear him because he had forgotten to hold down the left side button, but the Master was not talking to him anyway. He strode out to the middle of the park, his gooey feet squelching in his brand name leather shoes.
“I don’t care about this measly little planet,” the Master yelled up to the Flibbertibunnies. They all turned to look at him as they drifted closer together in preparation for attack. “In fact, on any other day I’d say you could have it. But I was here first. I am going to destroy this planet and you are not going to stop me! There is only one being in the universe that can stop me and I’m going to destroy him too! I’ll destroy all of you. Everything! Everything WILL BE DEAD!”
He was pretty much out of his mind by then and barely noticed the Flibbertibunnies beginning their attack. They flew down at him, a small army of dandelion spores with googly eyes. They covered the Master in white fuzz and he fell back as they rammed into him. Their tiny mouths gnawed at his skin, trying to eat his skin cells so that they could reproduce and cover the world in spores. The fish stick slime protected the Master from the tiny teeth. Once all the Flibbertibunnies were stuck to him the Doctor ran out of the TARDIS.
“Quick! Into the TARDIS before any of them start trying to detach!”
He helped the Master to his feet and dragged him into the police box, Amy and Rory close on their heels. The Flibbertibunnies were digging in. Their mouths bore through the Master’s clothes and tried to find unprotected skin to eat. The Doctor, however, had made quite sure that there would be none.
“Put these on,” the Doctor shoved hospital masks at Amy and Rory and then donned one himself. “They release a sort of chemical dust into the air. When breathed in it causes certain neural pathways to shut down. Causes confusion, memory loss, loss of motor functions, sometimes brain damage. Did you hear that, Master? Stop breathing. Let respiratory bypass take over.”
“Could’ve.... told me.... before,” the Master ground out. The drums were stuttering, the rhythm was off and that more than anything was confusing him. He knew he had breathed in some of the dust because he could sense other parts of his brain failing.
“Get him in the tub.”
He felt hands on him, he didn’t know how many, but it was definitely more than two. They pulled him and then pushed him and he registered the fact that he was falling. Then he was wet. He came up sputtering. He had been thrown into a large claw foot tub that the TARDIS had scrounged up from one of the storage areas. Everything felt fuzzy... and fizzy. The Flibbertibunnies were sizzling, dissolving around him. The fish stick goo, however, remained firmly in place. He had a feeling he was going to have to scrub to get it off.
“Aw,” Amy pouted. “They were so cute. Did you see those little googly eyes?”
“Are you sure they were dangerous?” Rory asked.
The Master could just see the Doctor’s incredulous expression.
“What? Of course they were dangerous! They were trying to eat the Master alive! And if they had they would have multiplied into thousands and thousands of more Flibbertibunnies and they would have eaten everyone else on Earth and become so numerous that they would have choked out the atmosphere until the entire planet was just one giant ball of dandelion fuzz floating in the universe. That is definitely not cute!”
The Master groaned a bit as he tried to climb out of the tub. His limbs didn’t seem to be working properly. He made a valiant attempt anyway.
“No, not yet,” the Doctor pushed him back down and he got a splash of liquid in his mouth and up his nose. It tasted like grape juice and dissolved Flibbertibunnie. He tried not to gag and failed. The world was looking mighty blurry at the moment. The Doctor’s smeary face appeared above him. “They’ve almost all dissolved. I’ll let you out in a moment. Good job, by the way.”
The Master nodded. “Earth is saved. My turn to destroy it.”
“Yes, yes, of course.”
“You’re not really going to let him destroy the Earth?” Rory asked warily.
“No, of course, not. That would be silly.”
“So what are we going to do with him, then?”
“Return him to his flat.”
“But what about-?”
“Oh, we don’t need to worry about anything. I’ve already stopped him. Quite brilliantly, in fact.”
“Can’t stop me,” the Master mumbled. He didn’t like all this talking about him. Just because he was lying almost unconcious in a tub of grape juice was no reason to act like he wasn’t there. “Plan.... best plan ever. Going... to rule the world....”
“Well, it is a very good plan, I admit that. As far a dastardly plans go,” the Doctor pulled the Master up and out of the tub, supporting him with an arm around his waist. “But mine was much better.”
“No. Gonna win this time.”
“I know. Now come on. I suppose it’s a good thing you breathed in some of that dust. You’re not going to remember any of this. Now let’s get you home.”
The Master felt himself being placed gently on the floor. Then he heard sounds from the console and felt the TARDIS dematerializing.
“Don’t worry about him,” the Doctor’s voice was very far away and the TARDIS seemed very dark. “He’ll be completely out in a moment. Parts of his brain are shutting down, but they should be back up and running by tomorrow. No long term damage. We’ll just stick him back on his couch and let events take their course.”
“But, Doctor, if he’s not supposed to remember any of this, then shouldn’t he we get that goo off before we return him?”
“Oh damn.”
On to Part 3
or
Back to Part 1
Characters: Doctor, Master, Amy, Rory
Rating: G
Words: 4,360
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, however, I do own the flibbertibunnies.
Sssssss. Static.
“How does th-”
Sssssssssssssssss.
“-n you hear m-”
Sssssssssssssssssssss.
One of the human’s voices interrupted the crackling static from the Doctor. “Doctor, you have to hold down the left side button as you speak.”
Ssssssssssssssss.
“-ere we go. I’ve got it now. Over.”
The Master shook his head at his walkie-talkie. This plan was doomed from the start.
“Is everybody ready? Over.” the Doctor’s voice came scratchily from the radio.
With a sigh the Master added his confirmation to Amy and Rory’s. Then he sat back and wished he had some cocoa. He did not like his part in this plan. Not only did it make him smell bad, but it gave his skin a very unattractive jaundiced glow.
It was shortly after the Doctor’s announcement that fish sticks would save the world, that the Master’s misery began. The Doctor had finished off three fish sticks and then popped the rest into a slot in the TARDIS console. There was a series of slightly disturbing gloooshing noises and then the easy-bake-oven bell had dinged again. The Doctor had scrounged up a bucket from somewhere and deposited it under what looked like a faucet.
“Here we go,” he had said and had turned the knob. A fishy smelling yellow slime had glopped out into the bucket. The Doctor had been quite pleased with the results while his companions and the Master had wrinkled their noses in disgust.
“Surely, it’s not that bad,” the Doctor had said as he walked up to the Master. He scooped up some of the gloop and deposited it on the Master’s nose.
“Now strip,” the Doctor had ordered. “This has to cover every bit of your skin.”
And so now the Master smelled like fish sticks and felt like he’d just crawled out of a Thelblian Slime Bog. The stuff on his skin didn’t absorb but remained firmly on the surface. It made his crisp white shirt and expensive trousers stick uncomfortably. Why had he let the Doctor get him involved? He had protested at first. Of course, he had. But the Doctor had merely started rubbing the stuff all over his face and into his hair, then tugging off his suit and getting it all slimy, all the while babbling something about dog houses, cages, and payback.
He should never have answered his phone. But secretly he was glad that he had. The Doctor and Master, putting down their sonic screwdrivers and tissue compressors, working together against a common foe. Just like the old days. He couldn’t help reveling a bit in the nostalgia. Of course, in the old days he would never have let the Doctor cover him in TARDIS mucus. Had he really changed that much? Had he really lost all dignity? When the correct Doctor showed up in his predictable misguided attempt to save the Earth from Prime Minister Harry Saxon, the Master resolved to always be in control. Next time it would be the Doctor wearing the stinky goo.
Well, not literally. He’d find something else to humiliate the Doctor with. Something less messy.
The radio crackled to life again.
“They’re heading for the park, just as I thought,” the Doctor said. “Get to work, Ponds.”
From his place near the TARDIS the Master could see the Doctor’s two companions trying to herd all the park goers into the ionized area that the Doctor had set up in a lovely little space under some trees. Some of the mothers with their strollers and a couple grumpy old people put us a fuss, but a bit of psychic paper quieted them.
The Flibbertibunnies flew down in a loose formation. There were not many of them, yet. But as soon as they started attaching themselves to the humans they would start to multiply. Just like their cutesy name, the Flibbertibunnies looked deceptively benign, large fuzzy wisps that were often mistaken for pollen. They headed straight for the large group of people under the trees, but the Doctor’s ionization of the atmosphere acted like a reverse magnet and they were forcibly pushed back.
Amy and Rory had already cleared most of the people out of the Flibbertibunnies path, but a few stragglers remained. The little aliens turned their attentions to these people.
“Master get out there,” the Doctor crackled.
“Quick, under the trees,” Rory shouted at a little old lady who sat watching the excitement on a park bench.
“What was that, dear?” she smiled at him and twiddled with the hearing aid in her ear. It gave out a shrill wheeze. “Silly thing’s always acting up. My goodness. Look at that strange pollen.”
“Now, Master, now!” the Doctor was sounding a little frantic.
The Master hesitated for a moment. The fish stick goo was supposed to protect him, but it was against his nature to put himself in the way of any danger. He needed to trust that the Doctor would not let harm come to him.
Alright then, he did trust the Doctor.
Mostly.
Sort of.
Maybe a bit.
A teensy weens-
No, nevermind. He thought back on past experience and decided that he definitely did not trust the Doctor not to screw him over. This would be a perfect opportunity to take out the Master and the Flibbertibunnies at the same time and save the Earth from both threats. His hearts beat faster at the thought of another betrayal, anger rising. The drums rose too.
“Listen to me, Master. Ignore them. They don’t control you. You won’t let them.” The Doctor sounded perfectly calm, his voice soothing the storm in the Master’s head. “Now the Flibbertibunnies are going to take over the Earth if you don’t stop them, and then it won’t matter if you’re Prime Minister or not. Are you going to let them ruin your plans like that?”
“No!” the Master shouted. The Doctor most likely didn’t hear him because he had forgotten to hold down the left side button, but the Master was not talking to him anyway. He strode out to the middle of the park, his gooey feet squelching in his brand name leather shoes.
“I don’t care about this measly little planet,” the Master yelled up to the Flibbertibunnies. They all turned to look at him as they drifted closer together in preparation for attack. “In fact, on any other day I’d say you could have it. But I was here first. I am going to destroy this planet and you are not going to stop me! There is only one being in the universe that can stop me and I’m going to destroy him too! I’ll destroy all of you. Everything! Everything WILL BE DEAD!”
He was pretty much out of his mind by then and barely noticed the Flibbertibunnies beginning their attack. They flew down at him, a small army of dandelion spores with googly eyes. They covered the Master in white fuzz and he fell back as they rammed into him. Their tiny mouths gnawed at his skin, trying to eat his skin cells so that they could reproduce and cover the world in spores. The fish stick slime protected the Master from the tiny teeth. Once all the Flibbertibunnies were stuck to him the Doctor ran out of the TARDIS.
“Quick! Into the TARDIS before any of them start trying to detach!”
He helped the Master to his feet and dragged him into the police box, Amy and Rory close on their heels. The Flibbertibunnies were digging in. Their mouths bore through the Master’s clothes and tried to find unprotected skin to eat. The Doctor, however, had made quite sure that there would be none.
“Put these on,” the Doctor shoved hospital masks at Amy and Rory and then donned one himself. “They release a sort of chemical dust into the air. When breathed in it causes certain neural pathways to shut down. Causes confusion, memory loss, loss of motor functions, sometimes brain damage. Did you hear that, Master? Stop breathing. Let respiratory bypass take over.”
“Could’ve.... told me.... before,” the Master ground out. The drums were stuttering, the rhythm was off and that more than anything was confusing him. He knew he had breathed in some of the dust because he could sense other parts of his brain failing.
“Get him in the tub.”
He felt hands on him, he didn’t know how many, but it was definitely more than two. They pulled him and then pushed him and he registered the fact that he was falling. Then he was wet. He came up sputtering. He had been thrown into a large claw foot tub that the TARDIS had scrounged up from one of the storage areas. Everything felt fuzzy... and fizzy. The Flibbertibunnies were sizzling, dissolving around him. The fish stick goo, however, remained firmly in place. He had a feeling he was going to have to scrub to get it off.
“Aw,” Amy pouted. “They were so cute. Did you see those little googly eyes?”
“Are you sure they were dangerous?” Rory asked.
The Master could just see the Doctor’s incredulous expression.
“What? Of course they were dangerous! They were trying to eat the Master alive! And if they had they would have multiplied into thousands and thousands of more Flibbertibunnies and they would have eaten everyone else on Earth and become so numerous that they would have choked out the atmosphere until the entire planet was just one giant ball of dandelion fuzz floating in the universe. That is definitely not cute!”
The Master groaned a bit as he tried to climb out of the tub. His limbs didn’t seem to be working properly. He made a valiant attempt anyway.
“No, not yet,” the Doctor pushed him back down and he got a splash of liquid in his mouth and up his nose. It tasted like grape juice and dissolved Flibbertibunnie. He tried not to gag and failed. The world was looking mighty blurry at the moment. The Doctor’s smeary face appeared above him. “They’ve almost all dissolved. I’ll let you out in a moment. Good job, by the way.”
The Master nodded. “Earth is saved. My turn to destroy it.”
“Yes, yes, of course.”
“You’re not really going to let him destroy the Earth?” Rory asked warily.
“No, of course, not. That would be silly.”
“So what are we going to do with him, then?”
“Return him to his flat.”
“But what about-?”
“Oh, we don’t need to worry about anything. I’ve already stopped him. Quite brilliantly, in fact.”
“Can’t stop me,” the Master mumbled. He didn’t like all this talking about him. Just because he was lying almost unconcious in a tub of grape juice was no reason to act like he wasn’t there. “Plan.... best plan ever. Going... to rule the world....”
“Well, it is a very good plan, I admit that. As far a dastardly plans go,” the Doctor pulled the Master up and out of the tub, supporting him with an arm around his waist. “But mine was much better.”
“No. Gonna win this time.”
“I know. Now come on. I suppose it’s a good thing you breathed in some of that dust. You’re not going to remember any of this. Now let’s get you home.”
The Master felt himself being placed gently on the floor. Then he heard sounds from the console and felt the TARDIS dematerializing.
“Don’t worry about him,” the Doctor’s voice was very far away and the TARDIS seemed very dark. “He’ll be completely out in a moment. Parts of his brain are shutting down, but they should be back up and running by tomorrow. No long term damage. We’ll just stick him back on his couch and let events take their course.”
“But, Doctor, if he’s not supposed to remember any of this, then shouldn’t he we get that goo off before we return him?”
“Oh damn.”
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Back to Part 1