Doctor Gear, OT3, Part 4 of 4
Title: The 11th Doctor
Pairing: James/Jeremy, James/Jeremy/Richard
Summary: James becomes the new Doctor, Jeremy becomes the new Master, and Richard becomes the new companion. Doctor Who/Top Gear crossover.
Warnings: Crack, explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 2,423/6,789
Rating: Overall: NC-17. This part: NC-17
A/N: BETA'd by the wonderful Mad_Lemming_89. Any other mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Top Gear, Doctor Who or either of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
Richard was, unsurprisingly, the very happy filling of a Time Lord sandwich.
They somehow never managed to make their way out of the control room.
After a few moments, Richard’s attention had switched to the Master. He had to admit that it was nice to have someone a bit more forceful. The Doctor was a very good kisser, but the Master made him beg for what he wanted; he pushed Richard that little bit further every time, something the Doctor would never do.
As it were, the Master had his tongue down Richard’s throat, while the Doctor kissed along the back of his neck. He could feel the Master’s hands wandering down his body; over his shoulders, down his chest, across his stomach, stopping just above his belt buckle. The Doctor, however, was reserved, and kept his hands flat on Richard’s back, with just enough pressure so he could feel the heat pressing through his tee shirt, burning into his skin. He pulled away from the Master’s kiss, closed his eyes, and raised his face to the ceiling of the TARDIS.
Richard didn’t know which way he wanted to move. He could move into the Master’s controlling grip, or fall back into the Doctor’s soft touch. For one second, he seemed to lean backwards, but then it was as though an invisible hand had gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him forwards against the Master. Richard didn’t complain when the Master’s long fingers slipped under the bottom of his shirt and started to stroke his sides, or when the Master’s lips and teeth attached themselves to the pulse point on his neck.
Slowly, but not so slowly that Richard didn’t notice, the Master’s hands moved Richard’s shirt up, until it rested just under his armpits. Richard raised his arms and, after the Master had detached himself from Richard’s neck, let the two Time Lords remove the clothing together. The Master gripped his hips almost harshly and pulled their lower bodies together, while behind him, the Doctor trailed his fingers lightly down Richard’s spine. The two contrasting feelings sent tremors to Richard’s groin and made him whimper slightly. He’d never received so much attention before.
Richard raised his arms backwards, towards the Doctor’s head, and tangled his fingers in his mussy hair, resting his head against the Doctor’s shoulder. He could feel the Doctor’s body stiffen under his hands and couldn’t help but wonder if what they were doing was what he really wanted to do. He took it all back when the Doctor stepped a tiny bit closer and rubbed something else that had stiffened against Richard’s bottom. With both Time Lords flush against his front and back, Richard had no way of moving, but he wasn’t going to complain anytime soon -- especially when the Master’s fingers drifted back down to his belt and undid it, slipping it so fast from the belt loops holding it up that it flicked backwards and cracked like a whip. The noise startled Richard, but most of the excitement headed straight to his cock.
The Master attached his mouth to Richard’s collarbone and nibbled, just hard enough that Richard knew it would leave behind bite marks and angry red skin in its wake.
Nimble fingers, belonging to the Doctor, found their way around Richard’s waist. Richard let out a long shaky breath as the button on his jeans was unfastened and the zipper was slowly pulled down. The Doctor slipped his hands into the open trousers and rested them flat against the top of Richard’s thighs, not yet giving him the touch he so desperately wanted. Annoyed, Richard turned his head, the back of which was still resting on the Doctor’ shoulder, and bit the Doctor’s earlobe in protest. He could feel the rumble of the Doctor’s laugh against his back, and turned to bite the Doctor again. Instead, he was stopped by the Master’s hand.
It grasped his face, the fingers digging into his cheeks, his chin resting in its palm, and turned it to look at the Master, who had only just stopped his own biting.
“What do you want, Richard?” he asked, his breath fluttering warmly over Richard’s face.
Richard groaned and whispered, “More. I want more.”
“Yes, I know, but what do you want us to do about that?”
“God,” Richard moaned, “I want you to fuck me. I want to fuck the Doctor’s mouth. I want anything and everything.”
The Master leered at him and then let go of his face, slipping his hands, alongside the Doctor’s own, inside Richard’s trousers. He let his fingers drift over the bulge in Richard’s briefs before pushing them, and Richard’s jeans, to the floor. Richard kicked them away, along with his shoes, and tried to move his hips to find purchase, to find something, anything to brush his erection against.
The Doctor’s hands held his hips in place, the touch gentle, but firm and unrelenting.
The Master towered over Richard, staring down his nose at him, a look of pure desire in his eyes. With one hand, he finally let Richard have his way, as he took hold of Richard’s cock and began to stroke him, his movements long and steady. Richard tried to show as much control, but instead he gave up and released the breath he had been holding. A small whimper left his mouth along with the escaping air. He couldn’t help it.
The Doctor kept his right hand on Richard’s waist, but moved the other one to run across Richard’s chest, teasing his nipples in turn, gently rubbing the nubs between his thumb and forefinger.
Richard couldn’t help it, he felt as though he would explode at any minute. The combined pleasures sent his brain reeling. Before he could climax, however, the Doctor moved his right hand to the base of Richard’s cock and squeezed it tightly, stopping the inevitable.
“Don’t even think about coming,” he whispered, his lips grazing lightly over Richard’s ear.
“You’ll come when we tell you to,” the Master finished, stilling his hand’s movements.
Richard couldn’t stand their teasing any longer. He took his hands away from the Doctor’s hair and moved them to the buttons of the Master’s suit. The jacket was gone, quicker than the Doctor could say medusa cascade. The tie was loosened and left hanging around the Master’s neck, just as the belt was undone and left hanging around his waist. Behind him, Richard could feel the Doctor removing his own clothing.
Button, by tantalising button, the Master’s shirt was unfastened until it was open and Richard was able to push it off, watching the tie drift to the floor along with it. He gasped as he felt the Doctor’s heated cock brush against his backside. He dropped his hands away from the Master’s body and moved them behind him to grasp the Doctor’s erection. It was an awkward angle, but from the way the Doctor was moaning, Richard knew he obviously wasn’t doing too poor of a job.
In front of him, the Master locked eyes with him, and slowly slid his recently undone trousers down his legs. He was left standing in a pair of boxers that had small laser screwdrivers printed all over.
If Richard wasn’t completely turned on, he would have laughed outright at the sight. Instead, he licked his lips and lowered his gaze to the tented material.
“Touch yourself,” he directed, trying to sound more confident than he felt.
“Pray, who is the Master here?” the Master asked. Richard was about to tell him again, but before he could get the words out, the Master had slipped his hand inside the front of his boxers and had started to pull himself off, his eyes never straying from their locked gaze.
Richard could see that the Master was trying not to make a sound, but the small puffs of air escaping from between the Master’s lips made it clear he was playing a losing game. Richard couldn’t help but smirk. In response, the Master stopped touching himself and slid his boxers down his legs, revealing his impressive size to Richard.
Richard quirked his eyebrow up and turned away from the Master, rotating to face the Doctor instead. As expected, the Master was extremely put out at the action.
He grabbed Richard’s hips, turned him to the right, and pushed him face first into the control panel. Richard groaned in pain as his chest came into contact with levers, and he knew bruises would form later. He pushed his upper body up with his arms, so he hovered just over the controls. The Master kept his grip on Richard’s waist and pushed up against his arse, rubbing his cock forcefully against the soft flesh, making Richard draw in an unsteady breath.
The Master drew back and moved Richard so he was standing farther away from the control panel, his hands resting flat on the very edge. Richard had no idea why, but when the Doctor sunk to the floor at his feet, he understood. Just as the Doctor took the head of his cock into his mouth, the Master slipped a surprisingly slick finger inside him. The two feelings caused him to try to buck into the Doctor’s soft mouth, while at the same time, try to push back against the Master’s finger.
Even then, the Doctor and the Master contrasted each other. The Doctor sucked him with just enough pressure to please Richard, but the Master’s fingers were almost brutal inside him.
The Master inserted another finger inside of Richard and curled them, hitting his prostate and making him thrust forwards. The Doctor glared up at them, most of the effect lost since his mouth was wrapped firmly around a cock. He placed one hand on Richard’s upper thigh to remind him to control his hips, and the other, he wrapped around his own erection.
Another finger and Richard was prepared enough to take the Master. The Master didn’t waste any time as he slicked his own cock and drove it into Richard, not caring that the Doctor’s eyes began to water as Richard hit the back of his throat.
Richard was almost a complete mess.
The pressure on his thigh increased, holding him in place as the Master began to thrust against the opposing force. The Doctor licked the underside of Richard’s cock, starting near his balls, and ending at the tip. He suckled on the head, before once again taking as much as he could into his mouth. The Doctor’s own hand was moving at a leisurely pace. He was already so hard he was afraid he would come much too early.
The Master, however, was giving Richard no time to catch up with his thrusts. He moved erratically, throwing off even the Doctor. Richard had to brace himself more firmly, so he didn’t thrust through the back of the Doctor’s head. His hands slipped every now and then, hitting buttons and causing loud beeping noises to fill the TARDIS’ control room. At one point, he accidentally hit something and the TARDIS shook wildly, almost sending them flying. The Master had reached around his body and had fixed the problem with only a few flicks of his fingers, still thrusting into Richard as hard as he could.
The pressure once again began to build inside Richard, but he knew he couldn’t come yet, he hadn’t been given permission from the two Time Lords. It got to the point where he began sweating profusely and he had to think of a naked Gordon Brown to keep himself from climaxing.
He lowered his gaze to the Doctor, who also looked like he was on the brink of orgasm, and begged with his eyes for him to say the words. The Doctor shared a glance with the Master, a glance that Richard hoped he knew the meaning to.
There was a pointed pause as the Master bit Richard on the shoulder and moved his lips to the edge of Richard’s ear.
“Come for us, Richard,” he whispered, his voice rough around the edges, pleasure blatantly evident.
At the words, Richard let himself go. He bucked his hips, his back arched against the Master’s chest, and he came into the Doctor’s mouth. The Doctor swallowed greedily, his hand still moving gently. When Richard had finished, he removed his mouth with a loud wet sound, and sped his hand up. Breathing heavily, he came over his stomach and Richard’s feet.
Behind him, the Master continued to thrust into him. He braced his elbows against the control panel, curving his back, and increasing the depth of the Master’s thrusts. He soon felt the Master’s movements begin to stiffen, and a warmth spread through him as the Master came. He rocked gently, riding out the Master’s orgasm, until the Master began to soften and he slipped out of Richard. Come dripped down the back of his thighs as the Master pulled out, but he didn’t care.
It had been the best sex of his life.
His knees buckled and he fell onto the grated floor with a thump. No one said anything; they just tried to catch their breaths. Beside him, the Doctor was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and staring at the Master, as though they were chatting telepathically. That’s when he remembered that they weren’t exactly human, and probably were.
He sighed to himself as he was reminded that they were so very different from each other. He was just a car boffin from Earth, and they were Lords of Time from the universe. He was reminded that they had only picked him up for sex, and he was reminded that no matter where he went, it was always the same.
He regained his footing, and began to search for his clothes, slipping them on silently as he found them. He buttoned and zipped up his jeans, wincing as he felt the material adhere to his body with the drying come, before turning back around to face the Master and the Doctor. The Master was pulling his tie into place and the Doctor was running a hand through his long, shaggy hair. They were both clean, and dressed as though their encounter had never happened.
Richard felt sorry for himself. He thought he was going to travel the universe, not shag two men, albeit two quite handsome men, then go back home. He pushed down the ever-rising feeling of disappointment and cleared his throat.
“You can just drop me off where you found me, if you want,” he said to the Doctor, not able to keep eye contact for more than a few beats.
The Doctor almost sounded disappointed himself as he said, “Oh, are you sure? Is that what you want?”
Richard nodded his head slightly, the motions only just visible to the two other men.
The Doctor began to walk forwards, toward the control panel to punch in coordinates, when the Master grabbed his elbow.
“Stop,” he said, his eyes never leaving Richard. “He doesn’t want to go; look at him, he’s practically crying!”
“I am not!” replied Richard vehemently, a hot flush forming on his face. A small glimmer of hope threatened to appear inside him.
“But do you want to go?” the Master asked. No sarcasm, no jokes, no emotions; just a simple question.
Richard stood, frozen in place, his hands clasped in front of his body.
“No,” he whispered.
There was a pregnant pause, the silence stretching on until Richard was sure the ringing in his ears would never stop, but then the Master smirked and the Doctor smiled.
“Well then, you’re coming with us,” said the Master, “Whether you like it or not.”
Richard couldn’t help but grin.
Fin
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
Pairing: James/Jeremy, James/Jeremy/Richard
Summary: James becomes the new Doctor, Jeremy becomes the new Master, and Richard becomes the new companion. Doctor Who/Top Gear crossover.
Warnings: Crack, explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 2,423/6,789
Rating: Overall: NC-17. This part: NC-17
A/N: BETA'd by the wonderful Mad_Lemming_89. Any other mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Top Gear, Doctor Who or either of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
Richard was, unsurprisingly, the very happy filling of a Time Lord sandwich.
They somehow never managed to make their way out of the control room.
After a few moments, Richard’s attention had switched to the Master. He had to admit that it was nice to have someone a bit more forceful. The Doctor was a very good kisser, but the Master made him beg for what he wanted; he pushed Richard that little bit further every time, something the Doctor would never do.
As it were, the Master had his tongue down Richard’s throat, while the Doctor kissed along the back of his neck. He could feel the Master’s hands wandering down his body; over his shoulders, down his chest, across his stomach, stopping just above his belt buckle. The Doctor, however, was reserved, and kept his hands flat on Richard’s back, with just enough pressure so he could feel the heat pressing through his tee shirt, burning into his skin. He pulled away from the Master’s kiss, closed his eyes, and raised his face to the ceiling of the TARDIS.
Richard didn’t know which way he wanted to move. He could move into the Master’s controlling grip, or fall back into the Doctor’s soft touch. For one second, he seemed to lean backwards, but then it was as though an invisible hand had gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him forwards against the Master. Richard didn’t complain when the Master’s long fingers slipped under the bottom of his shirt and started to stroke his sides, or when the Master’s lips and teeth attached themselves to the pulse point on his neck.
Slowly, but not so slowly that Richard didn’t notice, the Master’s hands moved Richard’s shirt up, until it rested just under his armpits. Richard raised his arms and, after the Master had detached himself from Richard’s neck, let the two Time Lords remove the clothing together. The Master gripped his hips almost harshly and pulled their lower bodies together, while behind him, the Doctor trailed his fingers lightly down Richard’s spine. The two contrasting feelings sent tremors to Richard’s groin and made him whimper slightly. He’d never received so much attention before.
Richard raised his arms backwards, towards the Doctor’s head, and tangled his fingers in his mussy hair, resting his head against the Doctor’s shoulder. He could feel the Doctor’s body stiffen under his hands and couldn’t help but wonder if what they were doing was what he really wanted to do. He took it all back when the Doctor stepped a tiny bit closer and rubbed something else that had stiffened against Richard’s bottom. With both Time Lords flush against his front and back, Richard had no way of moving, but he wasn’t going to complain anytime soon -- especially when the Master’s fingers drifted back down to his belt and undid it, slipping it so fast from the belt loops holding it up that it flicked backwards and cracked like a whip. The noise startled Richard, but most of the excitement headed straight to his cock.
The Master attached his mouth to Richard’s collarbone and nibbled, just hard enough that Richard knew it would leave behind bite marks and angry red skin in its wake.
Nimble fingers, belonging to the Doctor, found their way around Richard’s waist. Richard let out a long shaky breath as the button on his jeans was unfastened and the zipper was slowly pulled down. The Doctor slipped his hands into the open trousers and rested them flat against the top of Richard’s thighs, not yet giving him the touch he so desperately wanted. Annoyed, Richard turned his head, the back of which was still resting on the Doctor’ shoulder, and bit the Doctor’s earlobe in protest. He could feel the rumble of the Doctor’s laugh against his back, and turned to bite the Doctor again. Instead, he was stopped by the Master’s hand.
It grasped his face, the fingers digging into his cheeks, his chin resting in its palm, and turned it to look at the Master, who had only just stopped his own biting.
“What do you want, Richard?” he asked, his breath fluttering warmly over Richard’s face.
Richard groaned and whispered, “More. I want more.”
“Yes, I know, but what do you want us to do about that?”
“God,” Richard moaned, “I want you to fuck me. I want to fuck the Doctor’s mouth. I want anything and everything.”
The Master leered at him and then let go of his face, slipping his hands, alongside the Doctor’s own, inside Richard’s trousers. He let his fingers drift over the bulge in Richard’s briefs before pushing them, and Richard’s jeans, to the floor. Richard kicked them away, along with his shoes, and tried to move his hips to find purchase, to find something, anything to brush his erection against.
The Doctor’s hands held his hips in place, the touch gentle, but firm and unrelenting.
The Master towered over Richard, staring down his nose at him, a look of pure desire in his eyes. With one hand, he finally let Richard have his way, as he took hold of Richard’s cock and began to stroke him, his movements long and steady. Richard tried to show as much control, but instead he gave up and released the breath he had been holding. A small whimper left his mouth along with the escaping air. He couldn’t help it.
The Doctor kept his right hand on Richard’s waist, but moved the other one to run across Richard’s chest, teasing his nipples in turn, gently rubbing the nubs between his thumb and forefinger.
Richard couldn’t help it, he felt as though he would explode at any minute. The combined pleasures sent his brain reeling. Before he could climax, however, the Doctor moved his right hand to the base of Richard’s cock and squeezed it tightly, stopping the inevitable.
“Don’t even think about coming,” he whispered, his lips grazing lightly over Richard’s ear.
“You’ll come when we tell you to,” the Master finished, stilling his hand’s movements.
Richard couldn’t stand their teasing any longer. He took his hands away from the Doctor’s hair and moved them to the buttons of the Master’s suit. The jacket was gone, quicker than the Doctor could say medusa cascade. The tie was loosened and left hanging around the Master’s neck, just as the belt was undone and left hanging around his waist. Behind him, Richard could feel the Doctor removing his own clothing.
Button, by tantalising button, the Master’s shirt was unfastened until it was open and Richard was able to push it off, watching the tie drift to the floor along with it. He gasped as he felt the Doctor’s heated cock brush against his backside. He dropped his hands away from the Master’s body and moved them behind him to grasp the Doctor’s erection. It was an awkward angle, but from the way the Doctor was moaning, Richard knew he obviously wasn’t doing too poor of a job.
In front of him, the Master locked eyes with him, and slowly slid his recently undone trousers down his legs. He was left standing in a pair of boxers that had small laser screwdrivers printed all over.
If Richard wasn’t completely turned on, he would have laughed outright at the sight. Instead, he licked his lips and lowered his gaze to the tented material.
“Touch yourself,” he directed, trying to sound more confident than he felt.
“Pray, who is the Master here?” the Master asked. Richard was about to tell him again, but before he could get the words out, the Master had slipped his hand inside the front of his boxers and had started to pull himself off, his eyes never straying from their locked gaze.
Richard could see that the Master was trying not to make a sound, but the small puffs of air escaping from between the Master’s lips made it clear he was playing a losing game. Richard couldn’t help but smirk. In response, the Master stopped touching himself and slid his boxers down his legs, revealing his impressive size to Richard.
Richard quirked his eyebrow up and turned away from the Master, rotating to face the Doctor instead. As expected, the Master was extremely put out at the action.
He grabbed Richard’s hips, turned him to the right, and pushed him face first into the control panel. Richard groaned in pain as his chest came into contact with levers, and he knew bruises would form later. He pushed his upper body up with his arms, so he hovered just over the controls. The Master kept his grip on Richard’s waist and pushed up against his arse, rubbing his cock forcefully against the soft flesh, making Richard draw in an unsteady breath.
The Master drew back and moved Richard so he was standing farther away from the control panel, his hands resting flat on the very edge. Richard had no idea why, but when the Doctor sunk to the floor at his feet, he understood. Just as the Doctor took the head of his cock into his mouth, the Master slipped a surprisingly slick finger inside him. The two feelings caused him to try to buck into the Doctor’s soft mouth, while at the same time, try to push back against the Master’s finger.
Even then, the Doctor and the Master contrasted each other. The Doctor sucked him with just enough pressure to please Richard, but the Master’s fingers were almost brutal inside him.
The Master inserted another finger inside of Richard and curled them, hitting his prostate and making him thrust forwards. The Doctor glared up at them, most of the effect lost since his mouth was wrapped firmly around a cock. He placed one hand on Richard’s upper thigh to remind him to control his hips, and the other, he wrapped around his own erection.
Another finger and Richard was prepared enough to take the Master. The Master didn’t waste any time as he slicked his own cock and drove it into Richard, not caring that the Doctor’s eyes began to water as Richard hit the back of his throat.
Richard was almost a complete mess.
The pressure on his thigh increased, holding him in place as the Master began to thrust against the opposing force. The Doctor licked the underside of Richard’s cock, starting near his balls, and ending at the tip. He suckled on the head, before once again taking as much as he could into his mouth. The Doctor’s own hand was moving at a leisurely pace. He was already so hard he was afraid he would come much too early.
The Master, however, was giving Richard no time to catch up with his thrusts. He moved erratically, throwing off even the Doctor. Richard had to brace himself more firmly, so he didn’t thrust through the back of the Doctor’s head. His hands slipped every now and then, hitting buttons and causing loud beeping noises to fill the TARDIS’ control room. At one point, he accidentally hit something and the TARDIS shook wildly, almost sending them flying. The Master had reached around his body and had fixed the problem with only a few flicks of his fingers, still thrusting into Richard as hard as he could.
The pressure once again began to build inside Richard, but he knew he couldn’t come yet, he hadn’t been given permission from the two Time Lords. It got to the point where he began sweating profusely and he had to think of a naked Gordon Brown to keep himself from climaxing.
He lowered his gaze to the Doctor, who also looked like he was on the brink of orgasm, and begged with his eyes for him to say the words. The Doctor shared a glance with the Master, a glance that Richard hoped he knew the meaning to.
There was a pointed pause as the Master bit Richard on the shoulder and moved his lips to the edge of Richard’s ear.
“Come for us, Richard,” he whispered, his voice rough around the edges, pleasure blatantly evident.
At the words, Richard let himself go. He bucked his hips, his back arched against the Master’s chest, and he came into the Doctor’s mouth. The Doctor swallowed greedily, his hand still moving gently. When Richard had finished, he removed his mouth with a loud wet sound, and sped his hand up. Breathing heavily, he came over his stomach and Richard’s feet.
Behind him, the Master continued to thrust into him. He braced his elbows against the control panel, curving his back, and increasing the depth of the Master’s thrusts. He soon felt the Master’s movements begin to stiffen, and a warmth spread through him as the Master came. He rocked gently, riding out the Master’s orgasm, until the Master began to soften and he slipped out of Richard. Come dripped down the back of his thighs as the Master pulled out, but he didn’t care.
It had been the best sex of his life.
His knees buckled and he fell onto the grated floor with a thump. No one said anything; they just tried to catch their breaths. Beside him, the Doctor was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and staring at the Master, as though they were chatting telepathically. That’s when he remembered that they weren’t exactly human, and probably were.
He sighed to himself as he was reminded that they were so very different from each other. He was just a car boffin from Earth, and they were Lords of Time from the universe. He was reminded that they had only picked him up for sex, and he was reminded that no matter where he went, it was always the same.
He regained his footing, and began to search for his clothes, slipping them on silently as he found them. He buttoned and zipped up his jeans, wincing as he felt the material adhere to his body with the drying come, before turning back around to face the Master and the Doctor. The Master was pulling his tie into place and the Doctor was running a hand through his long, shaggy hair. They were both clean, and dressed as though their encounter had never happened.
Richard felt sorry for himself. He thought he was going to travel the universe, not shag two men, albeit two quite handsome men, then go back home. He pushed down the ever-rising feeling of disappointment and cleared his throat.
“You can just drop me off where you found me, if you want,” he said to the Doctor, not able to keep eye contact for more than a few beats.
The Doctor almost sounded disappointed himself as he said, “Oh, are you sure? Is that what you want?”
Richard nodded his head slightly, the motions only just visible to the two other men.
The Doctor began to walk forwards, toward the control panel to punch in coordinates, when the Master grabbed his elbow.
“Stop,” he said, his eyes never leaving Richard. “He doesn’t want to go; look at him, he’s practically crying!”
“I am not!” replied Richard vehemently, a hot flush forming on his face. A small glimmer of hope threatened to appear inside him.
“But do you want to go?” the Master asked. No sarcasm, no jokes, no emotions; just a simple question.
Richard stood, frozen in place, his hands clasped in front of his body.
“No,” he whispered.
There was a pregnant pause, the silence stretching on until Richard was sure the ringing in his ears would never stop, but then the Master smirked and the Doctor smiled.
“Well then, you’re coming with us,” said the Master, “Whether you like it or not.”
Richard couldn’t help but grin.
Fin
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