World's always ending. And I have missed that coat.

[cpt_51century]

"There's one thing I always wanted to ask Jack. Back in the old days. I wanted to know about that Doctor of his. The man who appears out of nowhere and saves the world; except sometimes he doesn't. All those times in history where there was no sign of him.. I wanted to know why not. But I don't need to ask anymore. I know the answer now: Sometimes

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[iehcsok]

"Called them stupid, they were, everyone is," the Master complained with a frustrated expression as he flipped through the menu disc, he didn't like people who were too stupid... and his idea of that was what would be considered a human at a IQ of 200. He didn't mean to have such high standards, it came with being a genius even by Time Lord standards.

Dropping his head in his hands, he idly stared at the food on offer in dismay. It all sounded bad.

"Also I told them I was the last Time Lord and they wanted my organs, I have a lot of spares. It's weird saying you're the last of your kind when it isn't true, they're all alive. They're just slowly burning to death," the Master laughed slightly but there was little humour in his voice. He did hate them but it wasn't a pleasant end for anyone.

Sitting upright, he looked at Jack head on. "I call it karma... for what they did to me. In my head. They had this coming."

[cpt_51century]

Jack scrunched up his lips. "If I hadn't been there, you'd have been in pieces," he reminded him. So what was he suppose to do about that? Or say about that? Gallifrey burning. He never heard the whole story. Rose told him parts of it. Little snippets. And then she felt too badly to continue.

The TARDIS, she said, heard the stories and her humming changed. Jack never understood that, he wasn't as intuned with it as she had been.

Tilting his head to the side, he watched the Master play with the disk and lightly tapped his fingers to his lips in time with the bouncing of the metal on the table.

He didn't have time to contimplate any of this. The pictures, flashes, snippets from the Master, made him ill.

[iehcsok]

"Somehow death doesn't scare me much any more. I used to fight for my life desperately to the point where I was once basically a big old goo snake. Now? Well, I don't care," the Master admitted and could anyone really blame him these days? He had good reason to stop caring.

Valeyard was after him, time was in danger, he was paired up with a freak and the drums were fading into the background. On top of all of that, he had wasted nearly all his life chasing a load of rubbish.

He just wanted those drums to man something but alas, the universe was a cruel bitch sometimes.

"I bet you wish you could just give up and die."

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Jack lost his smile, seriousness at his lips and in his eyes. He watched the Master a moment more and then gladly accepted the coffee from the waiter, just so he had something to do with his hands. Too much sugar. It wasn't as if it mattered.

"I... Yes. Actually. I wish I could die. And to have it be permanent." No need to lie there. No need to keep the whole damned thing some awful secret.

It couldn't be a secret when he felt it so deeply.

"But that won't happen. Nothing about what I am can ever be fixed."

[iehcsok]

"So many reasons. He left me and went off to live his own life, which he was entitled to, but then all of his bad deeds kept falling on me, I suppose the most common version he will tell people is it was bad blood that built up and boiled over at the death of Ailla, the first women I ever loved. I tried to destroy everything to bring her back... turns out she was using me as well to get to the Doctor," the Master really couldn't win, even when he tried to be normal and date, it backfired. "Well, the Doctor stopped me from doing any more damage and trapped me in a blackhole to stop me. I was bitter and angry and I swore to get him back

[cpt_51century]

"No," Jack said solemnly. "I blame him because he promised us salvation. Each and every time one the people he loved needed him, he was there for her." Always 'hers' with the Doctor. Jack wasn't bitter about his gender, just that the Doctor picked and chose who to rescue. "I blame him because he never came for me, any time I waited for him, any time I called him, and because he used me, knowing I'd follow him anywhere. And I did. I came to his rescue time and time again. As him about the Svelte Revolution. But he was too busy...what? Moping? He couldn't come to save us because he was sad?"

Jack snorted.

He was not bitter over this life. That was an accident. He was bitter because the Doctor let the people Jack loved suffer.

Oh, but God forbid Donna or Rose need him@

He gritted his teeth, fingers pressing into his palms. "It's revenge."

[iehcsok]

"I don't love the man and he does play favourites but one thing you have to understand. The 'hers' are stupid little monkeys. They live normal-ish lives and sometimes it goes wrong or they make stupid mistakes and he comes along to save them and fix their minor troubles," the Master informed Jack though they both knew this was all very painfully obvious. "You formed an organisation that purposely tracks alien life, that isn't a little accident, you wanted this

[cpt_51century]

Jack did have to deal with it. He'd had to deal with it for years and he was sick of it. Standing up, he left what could have been a happy conversation fall into nothingness, and all because he was upset at the obvious truth. He wanted to go and mess around with his model planes and regroup. The Master couldn't make him feel bad for feeling used. He wouldn't allow it.

Not when he was finally so close to his goals. Not when, before too long, the Doctor would crumble.

Seeing the man destroyed was the only thing that would make any of this better again. And what Jack needed to stop his own aching heart from killing him so slowly it would only hurt and never release him from it.

[iehcsok]

"Amusement parks are entirely human and pathetic for morons who need a life," the Master muttered as he crossed his arms, not expecting the TARDIS to shoot off. He had to grasp Jacks shirt to keep himself from falling off the seat his legs flailing somewhat as he tried to keep his balance.

Glaring at the console, then Jack, then the console again, the Master braced himself somewhat. Well, he could get cotton candy. And maybe kill a clown... clowns were creepy, even to Gallifreyans.

"I have been to an amusement park before for the record, it was rubbish."

His father insisted it would be fun, a trip to celebrate his initiation. A mixture of headaches from the drums, too much sweet food and horrible rides lead to him puking up his guts.

And being sick in bed for three days. Off planet holidays always made him annoyed, he was a true stubborn Time Lord.

[cpt_51century]

"You'll love it this time. Even your cold hearted, sadistic tendencies can't help but love it!" Jack promised as they spend off and came to an ever impressive stop not long after. Grinning like a lunatic, Jack grabbed the Master by his waist and hauled him up, depositing him in the warbrobe.

"Jeans!" he commanded. "And a t-shirt. No ties, no Italian leather. You've ten minutes before I come in here and dress you!"

Jack was sure he'd gone insane. Wanting to have fun with his worst enemy seemed to be just beyond the pale and yet--

And yet, maybe it was the best idea ever.

[iehcsok]

The Master was and always would be a stubborn man. Jack could command as he wished but instead of listening and doing as he was told, he dressed in just a cheaper suit and for-went the jacket in favour of just a shirt. The tie was at least loosened but come on, he didn't do what Jack told him. He never would.

The shoes were trainers, or more very black shoes that sort of looked like trainers, he didn't want to ruin any more nice shoes. Wasn't like he could nip out shopping.

Heading out 11 minutes later, on purpose, he found Jack not far away and spared the man a bored expression.

"There, done, let's go act like five year old together."

[cpt_51century]

No, sorry Master. "You're not done," Jack said and, true to his word, forced the man into jeans and a t-shirt. He dressed him like a baby, like a squirming toddler, and left him in a white shirt and dark jeans. Jack stood back, arms crossed over his chest.

He observed his handwork and then reached forward to muss up the Master's hair. His eyes narrowed before he grinned.

"You look good."

And that was in no way, shape, or form a stretch of the word.