Run (Ten/Simm!Master; PG) - Whoverse_LAS, round 1, challenge 1
Title: Run
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: PG
Word Count: 439
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I am not writing this for profit.
Written for Whoverse_LAS round 1, challenge 1: Misunderstanding
Run
He watched him on the CCTV as he ran through London with his companions. When they disappeared from the cameras’ eyes, his Archangel Network took over and told him where they were, hiding in that old warehouse. Every mobile in the world was linked to his network, including his. It was nothing to make it ring.
“Master.”
“Doctor.”
“Stop this now.”
“You would do anything to keep me from ‘my evil,’ as you call it, wouldn’t you, Doctor.”
“If it would do so, then yes. You and me, Master. Leave all of them out of it, leave Earth out of it.”
“But the drumming, Doctor. The drums. They call to me. More and more each passing year, louder and louder, never stopping, never resting. Ever since that first night. Worse every day since you... The drums in my head, Doctor.”
“Let me help.”
“Help? From you? You had that chance.”
“When? When have you ever let me close, stopped long enough?”
“You’ve forgotten? Don’t you know why you can’t kill me, Doctor? All those times you’ve won, you could have ended this so long ago, so many, many times.”
“I would never.”
“And why is that, Doctor? Oh I know why you say now. We’re the last. Sentimental old fool. But what reason did you have before, when we battled among the stars?”
“I couldn’t.”
“I know that. But why? Do you know why?”
Silence.
“How else could you drown in your guilt and self-pity if you destroyed me? So much easier to suffer than to actually do something.”
“What more could I do?”
“Nothing now, it’s too late, Doctor. Centuries too late. But then, you don’t remember it that way, do you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Master. Just stop this. I will help you.”
“Until you run away again. You’ll help me just long enough to assuage you guilt. Until something shiny distracts you, something pretty, someone else catches hold of your restless hearts. Perhaps you could take the noise out of my head. What if you could heal me, Doctor? What then?”
“Well...”
“Do you ever stay with any of them? No? They all grow old and die, your Human pets. How convenient. Why do you think you run so hard from Handsome Jack, Doctor?”
“What do you mean? I would help you. And then you’d be free. Your life would be your own. Go wherever you want after that.”
“Exactly, Doctor. Exactly the problem.”
“You’re not making sense, Master.
“Run. It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it. It’s all you’ve ever done. So you best be at it, then. Run, Doctor. Run away!”
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: PG
Word Count: 439
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I am not writing this for profit.
Written for Whoverse_LAS round 1, challenge 1: Misunderstanding
Run
He watched him on the CCTV as he ran through London with his companions. When they disappeared from the cameras’ eyes, his Archangel Network took over and told him where they were, hiding in that old warehouse. Every mobile in the world was linked to his network, including his. It was nothing to make it ring.
“Master.”
“Doctor.”
“Stop this now.”
“You would do anything to keep me from ‘my evil,’ as you call it, wouldn’t you, Doctor.”
“If it would do so, then yes. You and me, Master. Leave all of them out of it, leave Earth out of it.”
“But the drumming, Doctor. The drums. They call to me. More and more each passing year, louder and louder, never stopping, never resting. Ever since that first night. Worse every day since you... The drums in my head, Doctor.”
“Let me help.”
“Help? From you? You had that chance.”
“When? When have you ever let me close, stopped long enough?”
“You’ve forgotten? Don’t you know why you can’t kill me, Doctor? All those times you’ve won, you could have ended this so long ago, so many, many times.”
“I would never.”
“And why is that, Doctor? Oh I know why you say now. We’re the last. Sentimental old fool. But what reason did you have before, when we battled among the stars?”
“I couldn’t.”
“I know that. But why? Do you know why?”
Silence.
“How else could you drown in your guilt and self-pity if you destroyed me? So much easier to suffer than to actually do something.”
“What more could I do?”
“Nothing now, it’s too late, Doctor. Centuries too late. But then, you don’t remember it that way, do you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Master. Just stop this. I will help you.”
“Until you run away again. You’ll help me just long enough to assuage you guilt. Until something shiny distracts you, something pretty, someone else catches hold of your restless hearts. Perhaps you could take the noise out of my head. What if you could heal me, Doctor? What then?”
“Well...”
“Do you ever stay with any of them? No? They all grow old and die, your Human pets. How convenient. Why do you think you run so hard from Handsome Jack, Doctor?”
“What do you mean? I would help you. And then you’d be free. Your life would be your own. Go wherever you want after that.”
“Exactly, Doctor. Exactly the problem.”
“You’re not making sense, Master.
“Run. It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it. It’s all you’ve ever done. So you best be at it, then. Run, Doctor. Run away!”