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Who: Fifth Doctor, Second Master, Lucy Saxon
What: Drama
When: Shortly after this
Where: The grounds, perhaps the village
Rating: PG-13?

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He's not running. He's walking, he's walking the pace of a man incensed, enraged, hellbent on destruction and chaos. He's a man wronged, and someone is going to have to pay for it.

It doesn't matter to him who it is, or how he'll do it. Someone has to pay for all of this.

He should have known better than to trust in something foolish like 'affection' or 'love' or anything of the sort. He was being played all along, he meant absolutely nothing. Nothing at all.

Perhaps that was what enraged him even more, even if he had no proof that he was right.

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His hearts leap when he sees him, but that'd ridiculous, he's not some schoolboy, but then he might as well be, the way he'd fouled everything up - no, he's just going to walk, go faster, try to call out.

"Koschei!" His voice is weak, raspy, and he tries again, and again, even as he tries to run.

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Lucy has no such luxury. She can't call out even if she wanted to, which she's not sure she does, not in this case. She can't even really say why she's running after the Doctor; this isn't her spat. It's the Master playing at spurned lover. But it is her fault, and she does feel a degree of vindictive satisfaction at it--this is what happens when you try to shut Lucy Saxon out--but that's dampened by the concern she feels for the Doctor.

She doesn't want to upset him, doesn't want to see him hurt, and she knows he's both right now. So she's going after him. Isn't that what companions do?

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He stops at the call of that name, and all he can think of now is he hates hearing it. He doesn't want to hear that name and he certainly does not want to hear it from the Doctor's mouth. He's never been the most stable - such an abrupt change is easy for him.

It doesn't mean it hurts less; he just masks it with rage. So when he speaks, his voice reflects it - and he makes sure to speak loud enough that he can be heard.

"That is not my name, Doctor." He practically spits the title out as if it were a curse. "You will not use it again to refer to me."

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The Doctor stumbles to a stop, staring at him; he doesn't notice anything else, not yet, he only only focus on the man before him.

"Please..." It's a whisper, and he knows it won't do much good but he has to say it; he even steps close, arms limp at his sides.

He knows, in this state, the Master might attack him; he doesn't know if he cares.

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She's out the main doors before she sees that beige coat flapping behind that tall, lanky form she now knows rather well (and that memory sends a would-be-delicious mental, if not physical, shudder through her), and her lungs are bursting to call out but she can't.

Half-doubled over with a building cough, Lucy slows to a flailing lope as the Doctor stops, and then she sees the Master. She can feel the anger like a crackling, living thing even from this distance. She could feel it in Harry when he was furious (though never at her), and she can feel it in him too.

That brings her to a skidding stop a few feet behind the Doctor, gasping for breath and hair trailing in her eyes.

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"Plead to someone else. I want to hear none of it!"

His words are like acid; and to punctuate them, he turns, moving to strike the Doctor across the face. Its just a sample of what he could do, what he wants to do. It's this that lets him see the third person there, Lucy Saxon, his future wife, standing behind the Doctor.

Regardless of if he does manage to hit the Doctor or not, he's become focused on another target entirely; his grey eyes almost have a look of apocalypse to them, of destruction and chaos.

"You."

There's nothing that can be snapped further. Instead, now he simply tries to throw the Doctor aside so that he could lunge at Lucy, intent on choking her. The TCE was too impersonal for this.

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He doesn't try to parry the blow; the Master's hand knocks his head to the side and he tastes blood in his mouth.

There is no anger, only acceptance; except then, the Master focuses on something else and - "Lucy? What - " he's being shoved aside.

No. No, he won't allow it, this time he struggles, tries to stay in front of the Master, between the two of them.

"Koschei." His voice is desperate, he knows it, it doesn't matter.

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Lucy's eyes widen as the Master's fixate on hers, and she knows an instant of pure fear as he lunges at her; she instinctively backs away and down, hands coming up to ward off the attack, her tongue turning to ash in her mouth.

It's cowardly and she knows it but it's instinct. She might have even screamed, if she had a voice, but the impulse only manifests in her thoughts as a panicked Don't--!

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He doesn't get there, unfortunately for him. Instead he's blocked by a man whom hours ago he was fawning over, fond of, felt something towards - but now it all seems like it was built on nothing. Lied to again. Betrayed again. Yes, that's how it always was.

"Stop saying that name!" He rages in the Doctor's face. "You've no right to it anymore."

Again, he strikes at the Doctor. He doesn't care if it hits or misses; he just strikes, and he intends on doing it again and again - all while his stare is focused on Lucy. This is her fault, all of it, and he knows it.

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This time, he tries to block them, all the while yelling as best he can.

"I have done nothing after that first time, Koschei. Perhaps - if you stopped to listen - we would not - be in this situation!"

Some of them land, some of them don't; it barely matters to him. Keep the Master away from Lucy, and don't lose him, don't, that's all that matters.

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The blows she's tensed for don't land, and Lucy stumbles backward slightly from the momentum of ducking as she tries to straighten up again. She sees that the Master is throwing punches at the Doctor, and a surge of protective possessiveness swells up inside her that nearly dispels the taste of ash from her mouth.

Not from a lack of want on my part, she thinks as the Doctor shouts that they were only together once, and then a nasty little voice says it's because the Master has been monopolizing the Doctor's attention, and Lucy Saxon will not be denied what she wants--

--and all of that has passed in a second, riding the wave of mine mine mine, and Lucy tries to wade in and deflect the Master's blows with her own small arms. Mentally, she's screaming STOP! at the top of her lungs.

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This is a man capable of fending off more than one attacker - and a man capable of striking at two people at once. He doesn't hesitate at all when Lucy moves in close, he simply sends a strike towards her, forceful and vehement. A few seconds after, he attempts to send another at the Doctor.

While he can manage to keep his body under some semblance of control, his voice is wild. Madness seeps in through it easily, it taints every word. If it could be heard, it would be heard in his voice at that very moment.

"AND AM I TO BELIEVE THAT?!"

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The Doctor spares an anxious glance at Lucy - stupid, stupid, interfering, but he can't help but be touched, be proud - and the Master's blow hits, sending him stumbling backwards.

He raises a hand to his mouth, wiping away the blood as he steps closer again.

"Yes."

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Lucy takes a fist to the face and she's fairly sure she actually hears a crack in her cheekbone--and then she hits the ground, hard, one ankle twisting in the awkward fall. One hand is already going to the point of contact.

She hacks up a lungful of air and feels the right side of her face burn, and stares up at the two men looming above her.

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He sneers down at Lucy and spares only a slight glance to the Doctor before turning away from them both. He doesn't care if it has left himself open to attack; it doesn't matter. His world just came crashing down about his head, there wasn't anything more for him to care about.

"Goodbye, Doctor." His voice becomes disturbingly calm; a satisfaction gained from what was mostly unneeded violence. "I won't be getting any of my things. I want nothing that you've touched."