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if this is ship, it might be more one-sided. (if I should remove it, say so, and I shall)
. Title: Running Drums.
Summary: Helen’s met the Master twice.
Fandom: Doctor Who / Primeval
Characters: The Master (Ainley), the Master (Simm), Helen Cutter, James Lester.
Author: Keenir.
Rating: PG-13
Doctor Who spoilers: Keeper of Traken, Logopolis {4th}; Castrovalva {5th}; The Sound Of Drums, Last of the Time Lords {10th}.
…Primeval spoilers: all of s1, 2.01-2.04
Author’s note: Thanks to Lil_Shepherd for the help.
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Late Permian Era:
Run.
Run.
A little voice told her that the gorgonopsid had stopped chasing her at least half an hour ago, but she didn’t care to risk heeding that voice. Run further, since faster is getting out of the question. Legs threatening to quit with all the anaerobic acids building up, lungs about to start wheezing, heart thundering in her chest.
A thunderous counterpoint to the silent sky overhead, counterpoint to the thuds and skittering of her boots on the volcanic stone and pebbles the comprised the land - she already knew better than to scrape against a plant (the swelling still hadn’t gone down).
Run.
Run.
And then, cresting one ridge, finding she wasn’t alone out here in the back of beyond of this far time. Unable to speak, Helen watched him as she got her second wind.
“Most curious,” the Master said, having heard her approach - couldn’t have avoided hearing it, really, given how the woman didn’t seem to care if anyone or anything heard her. Sloppy. He could hear her panting, could see the heaving of her breasts beneath a sweat-stained shirt. Not a Time Lord. “Who did you travel with? The Doctor?”
“I’m alone,” Helen said, hurting as she said it. Nick… “Alone.”
“I doubt that.” You’re human. “If not the Doctor, then the Monk, perhaps. Or with Romana.” Certainly not Susan. The Master took a step towards her -
Helen ducked down and grabbed one of the handy obsidian stones at her feet, thrust it out at him. I can gut a deer in under a minute. You wouldn’t even last that long.
The Master stayed still, taking note of how her hand was starting to bleed. Yes, obsidian was a good weapon in primitive conditions, but it was wastefully indiscriminate. “I am the Master,” he informed her.
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Missing Scene:
Helen Cutter had finally been captured and brought into the ARC - never before had both been achieved. Unfortunately for Lester, the newly-selected Prime Minister chose that day to stop by.
“Hold it!” the Prime Minister said. “I want a word.”
“Understood,” Lester said, and was about to dismiss the troops when -
“With her,” Prime Minister Saxon said, pointing to Helen.
“Why?” Helen asked, asking the very thing on everyone’s mind.
“Because.”
“’Because’ isn’t a reason.”
“Because I say so.” To the soldiers, “Dismissed. Shoo!”
Sitting down, Lester pretended to find the crosswords absolutely fabulous (10 Down, btw), but was attentively watching the new PM.
Saxon ran his index finger along Mrs. Cutter’s cheek, bringing it to a stop in a crook under her chin.
Cutter, for her part, was unflinching and stone-still. No mercy or tenderness in those eyes of hers.
“Aww,” Saxon said, “you don’t recognize me?” he asked her.
“I’ve been away for a long time,” she replied stiffly.
“I know. Past, future, you’ve been a very busy girl.” And he grinned and made an amused sound, “Hm. Well, you’ll get a reminder of who I am, soon enough. Everyone will.” And he turned to look proudly at Lester, who was thinking over 7 Across, tapping his pen against the desk. Tapping in that particular drumming. “Ta,” and left.
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The End
. Title: Running Drums.
Summary: Helen’s met the Master twice.
Fandom: Doctor Who / Primeval
Characters: The Master (Ainley), the Master (Simm), Helen Cutter, James Lester.
Author: Keenir.
Rating: PG-13
Doctor Who spoilers: Keeper of Traken, Logopolis {4th}; Castrovalva {5th}; The Sound Of Drums, Last of the Time Lords {10th}.
…Primeval spoilers: all of s1, 2.01-2.04
Author’s note: Thanks to Lil_Shepherd for the help.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Late Permian Era:
Run.
Run.
A little voice told her that the gorgonopsid had stopped chasing her at least half an hour ago, but she didn’t care to risk heeding that voice. Run further, since faster is getting out of the question. Legs threatening to quit with all the anaerobic acids building up, lungs about to start wheezing, heart thundering in her chest.
A thunderous counterpoint to the silent sky overhead, counterpoint to the thuds and skittering of her boots on the volcanic stone and pebbles the comprised the land - she already knew better than to scrape against a plant (the swelling still hadn’t gone down).
Run.
Run.
And then, cresting one ridge, finding she wasn’t alone out here in the back of beyond of this far time. Unable to speak, Helen watched him as she got her second wind.
“Most curious,” the Master said, having heard her approach - couldn’t have avoided hearing it, really, given how the woman didn’t seem to care if anyone or anything heard her. Sloppy. He could hear her panting, could see the heaving of her breasts beneath a sweat-stained shirt. Not a Time Lord. “Who did you travel with? The Doctor?”
“I’m alone,” Helen said, hurting as she said it. Nick… “Alone.”
“I doubt that.” You’re human. “If not the Doctor, then the Monk, perhaps. Or with Romana.” Certainly not Susan. The Master took a step towards her -
Helen ducked down and grabbed one of the handy obsidian stones at her feet, thrust it out at him. I can gut a deer in under a minute. You wouldn’t even last that long.
The Master stayed still, taking note of how her hand was starting to bleed. Yes, obsidian was a good weapon in primitive conditions, but it was wastefully indiscriminate. “I am the Master,” he informed her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Missing Scene:
Helen Cutter had finally been captured and brought into the ARC - never before had both been achieved. Unfortunately for Lester, the newly-selected Prime Minister chose that day to stop by.
“Hold it!” the Prime Minister said. “I want a word.”
“Understood,” Lester said, and was about to dismiss the troops when -
“With her,” Prime Minister Saxon said, pointing to Helen.
“Why?” Helen asked, asking the very thing on everyone’s mind.
“Because.”
“’Because’ isn’t a reason.”
“Because I say so.” To the soldiers, “Dismissed. Shoo!”
Sitting down, Lester pretended to find the crosswords absolutely fabulous (10 Down, btw), but was attentively watching the new PM.
Saxon ran his index finger along Mrs. Cutter’s cheek, bringing it to a stop in a crook under her chin.
Cutter, for her part, was unflinching and stone-still. No mercy or tenderness in those eyes of hers.
“Aww,” Saxon said, “you don’t recognize me?” he asked her.
“I’ve been away for a long time,” she replied stiffly.
“I know. Past, future, you’ve been a very busy girl.” And he grinned and made an amused sound, “Hm. Well, you’ll get a reminder of who I am, soon enough. Everyone will.” And he turned to look proudly at Lester, who was thinking over 7 Across, tapping his pen against the desk. Tapping in that particular drumming. “Ta,” and left.
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The End