Its hard to have trust issue when there is no trust at all.
So he'd been here for roughly a week now and within that week, he'd only been here in a helping capacity, not because he felt any needed to stay, of course. The Doctor was meant to be fixing their minds, they weren't here to have tea together and chat about the universe and their own moral and philosophical beliefs. Even if they had done so twice,
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It was a feral wild yell that verged of a snarl as he got up and off the Doctor, his own fingers raking through his hair and tugging it. "Its the drums, remember the drums. One, two, three, four! In my head, it was always in my head. It was put there by Rassilon. The bastard ruined my life and now he's ruining the Doctor. Want to know why? Because both are selfish. Neither could let go or accept death. I could and yet here I am. The Doctor brought this on himself and now he wants me to fix it."
Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the ceiling and fought himself to calm down. Oooh wonderful, he wasn't tearing up was he? Great. He blamed the Doctor for that one.
"This isn't my fault. None of this is. You want to fix him, be my guest! Fix him. And while you're at it, fix me because Lord help me, I need that noise back."
He rather frank confession seemed to leave the Rani speechless as the Master slumped back beside the Doctor.
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It was the only explanation. The whole of it was a bit like mysticism. There was a single instance of this happening before, but generally only with two like minds. You need to be on the same resonance and that's nearly impossible."
She managed to finally get up and gestured the two Time Lords to follow her.
"Let's get a scan at least."
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"If she starts acting weird or doing something besides scanning, feel free to flip out and attack."
After all, he needed an escape plan and the Doctor flipping out didn't seem like an awful idea. He didn't want to spend too long around the Rani. They never got on as children and they made a lousy evil duo.
Still, he reluctantly followed after the Rani, sticking close to his unfortunate travel partner.
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It was good thing that the Doctor seemed amicable to their situation at the moment. "Oh!" he said, rushing forward, "You've the capsule I was trying to build! I ended up melting one of my shoes..."
The Rani glanced at the Master.
'All right, I believe you about the drums, but you were never this batshit."
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"Besides, you never saw me on a bad day. Remember all those rather oddly timed 'extra-credit rocket engineering classes' I went too? Well, I never took a class a single class for extra credit, I was top of my year for a reason. I just stood in the hallway closest and screamed at the top of my lungs for an hour or so."
It was funny to him now, he didn't mind admitting it. He didn't mind damaging his pride. He was dying anyway, he reeked of death. He could smell it on himself.
He'd been so content to keep all his problems a secret and now he just didn't care. The drums were painful, the drums were real and he'd suffered for nothing. And his big reward? Death!
"Just scan the idiot and get it over and done with, I have a kingdom to run."
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"Relax, it'll take a few minutes for calibrations."
The Doctor turned his head towards the Master and frowned lightly. "This reminds me of a lot of bad memories," he said, wetting his lips as he felt a very light current go through him.
It made the drums slow, like what happened when the Master pressed their foreheads together. He sighed in relief.
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When the Doctor calm, the Master felt it spark through the link and turned his head. The drums must of slowed because the Doctors heart beat did as well.
Closing his eyes, he let the silences run through him... he could hear everything still. He hated it.
"Now what?" The Master complained, not as thrilled as the Doctor. He didn't want the drums gone, he just wanted them back. It was an emotional attachment, even if he both dread and loathed their return. He wasn't the same man without them and that scared him more.
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The results were surprising even for her and she frowned slightly as she turned off the current and stepped lightly down the stairs towards them. The Doctor looked about ready to sleep, though he sat up when she reapproached with that look on her face.
"What?" His relaxed face scrunched up again and he hopped off of the table to take a look at her findings. It almost made him laugh. "Right, good joke all the way around--"
"No. It's not a joke. 87.938% compatibility. It's impossible. Absolutely impossible. Do you see here? Bonded pairs share at most 13.452% of their brain activity. The only recorded pair to have surpassed this did so when one was dying and the other took on his entire mind. Even then, it was only 48.213%. This? This is impossible!"
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"You're playing with us, Ushas, and I don't find it very funny. Seriously."
He wouldn't except this, not at all. Letting off, he shoved past the two Time Lords, growling under his breath. The Doctor did this and it was his fault, why should he try to fix someone elses mess.
"This is insanity! This is madness and I'm not staying. You've ruined my mind and you're going to bloody fix it so hurry up! We're finding the part, fixing your device and undoing this. Even if it kills us!"
The Master wasn't about to remain merged. He wanted to be himself, not part of the Doctor.
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She turned towards the Doctor, still bruised, but pulled him right into the wall and held him here at arm's length.
"Now you. What did you do?"
The Doctor blinked and tried to explain it. The Master had used all of his energy and-- "I was trying to give him a regeneration--"
He got a good smack upside the head. "And instead your delta waves got touchy-feely and decided to stay that way. You both fought it and now your merge is broken. Sound about right?"
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They'd probably lose their minds. Which was rather worrying considering both he and the Doctor weren't exactly sane from the started.
"You should of just let me die. We would of both been better off."
How long till he started getting worse? Till his mind broke? He really didn't want that to happen. He could already feel his skin crawl at the silence, it was like losing an arm and no one sutured it. It just kept bleeding in the back of his mind, waiting for attention.
"Doctor, we have to go. Now."
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Swallowing, he simply slipped away from the Rani as she gloated. "That's what you get for picking him over me!" she called, but otherwise let them go.
They were doomed. They all knew it.
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Instead, he was the pawn of Rassilon, had his heart ripped out by Ailla, stuck bonded to the Doctor, no TARDIS to his name and now he was going to die slowly and painfully. Sure, he was an innocent victim but sometimes, he could literally tear his skull out.
He was going to fix this then he was gone. He just wanted to be away from anything Gallifreyan.
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The Doctor followed the Master down the hall and swallowed, watching the back of the blond's head until they hit the outside again. He didn't really know what to say.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I am so very sorry."
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He knew he should of been this annoyed but he was, he couldn't help it. All his life he and the Doctor fought, tormented and argued but he never imagined either one of them would condemn both of them like this. He supposed it was kinda inevitable.
As he wandered along the pulsating ground, he tried his best not to pay attention to the Doctor.
He'd get over his sulk eventually but for now, he needed this. He just needed to have an outlet for his anger.
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He couldn't breathe even thinking about it! Finally, deciding just to catch up, he ran after the angrily stomping away blond and skidding to a halt in front of him. One had out, he shook his head.
"Listen to me," he said, swallowing back regret. "We don't have to listen to her. It can be fixed. We're brilliant at the impossible!"
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