Disturbing the Peace (DW fic part 3)

Jun 10, 2011 18:15

Title: Disturbing the Peace
Characters: Doctor, Master, Amy, Rory
Rating: G
Words: 4,360
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, but I still lay claim to the flibbertibunnies.



The Master seemed to be having the strangest dreams. He thought he was dreaming about the Doctor, but he didn’t recognize this one. He tried to struggle when he felt hands on him. He thought his shirt was being removed. Then he was floating. The distant sound of small splashes as water poured over him. He jerked up, trying to get away from the water.

“Shhhhh.. shhhh. You don’t want to stay purple, do you?”

Purple? Like that, that purple teletubby...... running running running around.... all those bright colors..... like the Doctor’s old coat......

There was something pulling at him, tugging against his skin. He didn’t like the feeling.

now strip this has to cover every bit of your skin

It felt funny. And it smelled funny. And there was an awful taste in his mouth. He let out a little whine and stuck out his tongue. Why did it feel fuzzy? ..... a planet gone, replaced by fuzz.... he would put the earth in his pocket, like a lint ball that appears in trousers after a wash.....

isn’t that the crazy prime minister

“Doctor, this stuff is hard to get off.”

“Use more soap. And scrub gently. And don’t forget behind his ears.”

He didn’t like the things attacking him. They were rough on his skin. He could feel fingers and other things sweeping over his face and neck, pulling through his hair. He twisted away. Something was wrong.

i see you’ve gone for the mad inventor look this time.

It was all too quiet. Where were the drums? Why couldn’t he hear them? One eye cracked open and stray soap suds found their way in, burning and stinging until they were hastily rinsed away. The water hurt, but the drums weren’t hurting now. That was good, but he was frightened without the drums. He tried to get up away from the water, to find the drums, but he was pushed back down.

“Calm down...... we’re almost done. I can finish up, Rory. Why don’t you go help Amy find some pajamas and clean up that mess we made when bringing him in.”

“Uh, yeah, Doctor, about that, Amy wants to know if you know any tricks for getting grape juice out of a cream carpet.”

Doctor. Where was the Doctor? Where were the drums? He missed their steady rhythm ... One ...two ...three ...destroy. Die ...die ...die ...four.

everything will be dead

“NO!”

It sounded like his voice but he couldn’t be sure. He thrashed, but something held him down.

“Shhhhh..... shhhhh.... it’s alright. No one’s hurting you.”

Fingers, cool and soothing on his temple. They rubbed little circles. Comforting little circles.

“Stop dreaming.”

The voice faded, he could no longer feel the hands, sensations drifting away. Everything floated now. The world shrunk until it was merely two fingers rubbing little circles into his head. He liked the circles. They just went around and around and around. No beginning, no end, no middle. Though his body floated, his thoughts became heavy until they settled completely. Dimly he caught one just as consciousness once again took its leave.

and by the way bowties are cool

The Master woke curled around a pillow. He didn’t remember going to bed, but all evidence suggested that he had. He was wearing his favorite pair of cotton pajamas (black, of course) and everything smelled of soap. He didn’t remember showering either, but his skin was pink and surprisingly smooth, as if he had exfoliated. A dream nestled just on the edge of his memory. Hands, gentle and insistent, ghosted over him. He curled in on himself, imagining them running through his hair and down his back. Then he stretched out with a wide yawn and let himself sprawl over the entire bed for a moment. He sighed. Another day of being Harry Saxon. How dull. He couldn’t wait for the Doctor to arrive.

The End

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