Adventure is just bad planning

[iehcsok]

"How does this always happen? Do you have some sort of beacon coming from you that says 'look at me, I'm a potential strange threat, come kill me!' because it really does feel like it," the Master growled in annoyance as the two of them hide behind a nearby building to avoid the angry people that had been following them. Not exactly out of the norm

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[captoftardis]

"Only you would say that!" The Doctor spoke through a forced gritted smile.

Turning back to the beasties, "That's it! Exciting! Ohhh, dear! I think I left some... over there!" He threw his last two pennies as far as he could before grabbing the Master's shirtsleeve and taking off down the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, the Doctor's plan didn't go as well as he planned as he glanced over his shoulder. "Rather. Persistent!" He really thought that'd work this time.

[captoftardis]

This called for a face-palm moment, "Why my scraps?" He needed those! Really, he had quite the collection and they were all gone!? Well, if he spent that much time collecting them, maybe it was better to have a fresh start. Maybe.

"And that clock was a gift!" Another anguished groan.

Once back in the TARDIS, he ran his fingers along the console, as if trying to reassure her everything would be alright (although it was most likely the other way around).

[iehcsok]

"Well I have no scraps and yours were right there," the Master protested, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he gave the Doctor a sideways look, really? That was all he had to comment on? The tiny issue of some traded scraps.

"I did save your life! Heroically dragging a bag full of silver. How about 'thank you Master, you are a kind and caring lord of all things and I'm very grateful'?"

What? It was worth a shot trying to get the Doctor to say such a thing. Especially after he nicked all his spoons.

[captoftardis]

"Those were the first words to have come out of my mouth when you ripped off the tape, thanks for listening. Although maybe since I didn't kiss your feet you mistook my gratitude."

He quirked his lips in a bit of a frown at the Master, but it didn't take but a moment for him to burst out laughing. "Did you see the look of their faces with those coins, though? Imagine what they'd think of off planet-side!" And immediately his hand touched his cheek, "Ah! Ok, so laughing hurts. Lovely..."

[iehcsok]

"I wish we could of stolen one, they look like great fun. Throw a penny and they scamper around the place," the Master declared, clearly amused by the little thing. It did bring out his evil wannabe ruler side because he sort of wanted to play around and torment the little bleeder. He didn't know why his first reaction was to enslave and harm.

900 years of doing so made not doing it a hard pattern to set himself into.

"You'll be fine, about time you learn to disuse your mouth."

[captoftardis]

With those comments the Doctor nudged the Master with his shoulder, pushing him out of the way to the TARDIS console.

"She wouldn't let you escape, huh? Is that why you came back?" He raised an eyebrow in the Master's direction as he began punching in a few coordinates to take them away from this location.

[iehcsok]

"No, she wouldn't let me go. What? Did you think I came back because I liked you?" the Master laughed as he dropped down on the jump seat, he didn't hate the Doctor as much as he once had but he didn't consider them friends or even that close. They were here because neither of them had anything better to do.

Two God trying to keep themselves happy with the mere mortals.

"If I could leave you behind, I would."

[captoftardis]

Right. Whatever. No matter what the Master would say, the Doctor was already convinced that he cared enough to come back - a sign there was, somewhere deep inside, was his oldest friend and brother.

"I would've come back for you." After making sure the coordinates and such went through, the Doctor stepped away to go assess the damage done to his face.

[iehcsok]

"I know that. You would always come back, that's why I don't mind travelling with you," he was in no real danger from the Doctor. Everything else? Yes. But that was fine, he was here for the danger anyway and what was life without a little bit of fun?

"But you know I'll never come back."

He was a coward, himself came first and if he had to he'd sell the Doctor out in seconds and run away for his life. He never did have the strongest sense of loyalty, not any more at least.

[captoftardis]

The Doctor liked to think that as a lie, given there had been a few times he did come back, has come back. He always manages to find the Doctor and given the billions and billions of species out there, it couldn't be just a coincidence. So the Doctor will keep his lips sealed and his thoughts to himself and let the Master believe what he wanted.

Standing at the mirror to the bathroom, the Doctor frowned at the damage, inhaled, and began washing his face with little wincing as possible from the stinging. Really it would be his luck to fall face first, but there wasn't anything needing to be sewn, just healed the old fashioned way.

[iehcsok]

The Master hid the one remaining spoon in his room and proceeded to try and find food that wouldn't require any cutlery. Hence the sandwiches he was currently making. And yes he made the Doctor one and left it on the table, unpoisoned and everything. What? He sort of owed him what with the whole leaving him behind.

And he was capable of occasionally being nice. Only occasionally.

Course he then went and ate the sandwich over the TARDIS controls, getting them all crumbed up and gunky when the filling fell out.

[captoftardis]

The Doctor would be more flattered if he hadn't made a mess and then knew a good week later he'll have to go fix everything due to controls becoming stuck. Really, the Master wondered why the TARDIS wouldn't let him do anything? This was reason enough.

He reappeared from inspecting the wounds and cleaning them the best he could and quietly ate his sandwich in piece in the jump seat of the console room. "Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions?" Sometimes the Master could be so unreadable.

[iehcsok]

"I think your hair makes you look stupid, you need to use less hair gel, it looks like it's set or something."

What? He asked for comments, he didn't say what on. He shoved the crust of his sandwich into his mouth and looked up at the Doctor with a bored expression. What exactly did he want? Suggestions as to where to go? Because he never seemed to like the Masters ideas. No Nazi Germany death camps, no revolutionary wars, no more human ice-cream, no Dalek baiting and no playing a hand in Stalins purges. It was all very dull.

[captoftardis]

Dull and safe just the way he liked it as he rolled his eyes, "Two words: receding hairline." Enough said.

And so everything seemed right in this world once again.

[ooc: derp.. I can't think of anything else to add! >_<]