Fic: Valiant 3/38
Title: Valiant Chapter 3/38
Author: MeiLin
Characters/pairing in this chapter: Master/Lucy, the Doctor (on tape), Martha (on tape), Richard Lazarus
Rating for this chapter: R
Summary for this chapter: The Master and Lucy relax and watch a video.
A/N for this chapter: This chapter is original to the novella.
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"I do wonder," Richard Lazarus had said, "why you're interested in funding my research. A man your age?"
"Oh," Harry had replied with a smile, "I'm much older than I look." Lazarus had laughed at what he thought was Saxon's little joke and took the money.
The experiment hadn't gone well for Lazarus's purposes. For the Master's, it went just fine. He watched the CCTV footage from Lazarus's party in his office at the Defence Ministry intently, looking up only when his wife Lucy bustled into the room.
"Hello, darling!" she called brightly, "back from the Women for Saxon tea." Lucy closed the door, blocking them from sight and sound of the outer office, and her demeanor changed, at once both more serious and more girlish. The Master patted his knee. She took off her demure politician's wife suit jacket and eagerly climbed onto his lap, twining her bare arms around his neck. She tilted her head at the screen. "It's him, isn't it."
"Yes. My dearest enemy, the Doctor." He slipped one hand up Lucy's thigh under her prim skirt and she shivered. He smiled. "See the pretty girl with him?"
"With the feathers floating round her head?"
"No, the other one. Brown dress. That's Martha Jones. Feather girl is her sister, Tish. She'll be coming to work with us now that Lazarus is dead. Good office decoration, don't you think, sweetheart?"
"Hm." Lucy gave a little frown and focused her attention on Martha. "She's his Companion, isn't she?"
"And why do you say that?"
"The way she looks at him. She's completely caught up in him."
"That she is." The Master's hand crept to the top of her stocking, and Lucy obligingly shifted.
"Just like me and you," she said with a pleased sigh.
"Oh, not like us at all," he answered, kissing her neck. "The Doctor is quite the prude when it comes to his Companions, or at least he always was. Haven't seen him in quite a few years, but I can't imagine he's given up his idiotic yearn-but-don't-touch ways."
The camera changed to a view of the inside of Lazarus's capsule, Martha and the Doctor pressed close together. "Not her, though," he laughed. "She's eager, look at her face! All that danger, all that excitement, so close to the one she desires." The hand inside Lucy's skirt found its way and she gasped, her head falling back a little. "I would wager," he whispered, "that she's quite, quite wet right now, Luce, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Lucy hissed.
"But poor Martha, he'll never touch her, not like this. Will he."
"No," she whimpered.
He smiled. "That's all right. The Doctor isn't the last of the Time Lords any more, and Martha won't be his Companion much longer. Some day," he whispered as Lucy writhed in his arms, "some day soon I shall show him what he should have done with her."
Author: MeiLin
Characters/pairing in this chapter: Master/Lucy, the Doctor (on tape), Martha (on tape), Richard Lazarus
Rating for this chapter: R
Summary for this chapter: The Master and Lucy relax and watch a video.
A/N for this chapter: This chapter is original to the novella.
Valiant Central Page
"I do wonder," Richard Lazarus had said, "why you're interested in funding my research. A man your age?"
"Oh," Harry had replied with a smile, "I'm much older than I look." Lazarus had laughed at what he thought was Saxon's little joke and took the money.
The experiment hadn't gone well for Lazarus's purposes. For the Master's, it went just fine. He watched the CCTV footage from Lazarus's party in his office at the Defence Ministry intently, looking up only when his wife Lucy bustled into the room.
"Hello, darling!" she called brightly, "back from the Women for Saxon tea." Lucy closed the door, blocking them from sight and sound of the outer office, and her demeanor changed, at once both more serious and more girlish. The Master patted his knee. She took off her demure politician's wife suit jacket and eagerly climbed onto his lap, twining her bare arms around his neck. She tilted her head at the screen. "It's him, isn't it."
"Yes. My dearest enemy, the Doctor." He slipped one hand up Lucy's thigh under her prim skirt and she shivered. He smiled. "See the pretty girl with him?"
"With the feathers floating round her head?"
"No, the other one. Brown dress. That's Martha Jones. Feather girl is her sister, Tish. She'll be coming to work with us now that Lazarus is dead. Good office decoration, don't you think, sweetheart?"
"Hm." Lucy gave a little frown and focused her attention on Martha. "She's his Companion, isn't she?"
"And why do you say that?"
"The way she looks at him. She's completely caught up in him."
"That she is." The Master's hand crept to the top of her stocking, and Lucy obligingly shifted.
"Just like me and you," she said with a pleased sigh.
"Oh, not like us at all," he answered, kissing her neck. "The Doctor is quite the prude when it comes to his Companions, or at least he always was. Haven't seen him in quite a few years, but I can't imagine he's given up his idiotic yearn-but-don't-touch ways."
The camera changed to a view of the inside of Lazarus's capsule, Martha and the Doctor pressed close together. "Not her, though," he laughed. "She's eager, look at her face! All that danger, all that excitement, so close to the one she desires." The hand inside Lucy's skirt found its way and she gasped, her head falling back a little. "I would wager," he whispered, "that she's quite, quite wet right now, Luce, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Lucy hissed.
"But poor Martha, he'll never touch her, not like this. Will he."
"No," she whimpered.
He smiled. "That's all right. The Doctor isn't the last of the Time Lords any more, and Martha won't be his Companion much longer. Some day," he whispered as Lucy writhed in his arms, "some day soon I shall show him what he should have done with her."