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Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most

Aug 10, 2010 18:10

"Of All the Things I've Lost, I Miss My Mind The Most"
Who: Broken Master, Broken Doctor, Broken Handy
When: Sometimes after "Attempt Number Ten"

It was a beautiful day. Absolutely beautiful. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and though he'd passed two duplicates of himself on a stroll in Londontown, he hadn't a care in the world. This ( Read more... )

bv: person.master, bv: person.handy

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themastereffect August 10 2010, 22:18:19 UTC

It took him a while, and several trips of various food stalls, to find the Doctor. He'd finally repaired the blaster they'd killed the other Doctor with and he was eager to show it off to the man who truly appreciates his brilliance. It'd taken days to fix it and while he'd been ignoring the Doctor and his new found oddness, he thought it was totally worth it. Course he'd accidentally showed it to a wrong Doctor, a man he mistaken for the Doctor from the back and the Doctors handy-hand. Why was it so hard to find one Doctor?

"Doctor," the Master proclaimed, attention focused sorely on the Doctor and not on anything else and he hopped down beside him and brandished the weapon. "Its all fixed, you like it? This time, it won't blow up or spark us, I've found a way to stabilise it."

Grinning ear to ear, he pretended to aim at a nearby bunny and chuckled. "Wanna play?"

thepresentstorm August 10 2010, 22:25:35 UTC

John was out...doing what John did, which was in this case, stealing his breakfast and holding court with a pair of squirrels, an oak tree, and a very curious puppy dog. The dog had decided to go back to his owners, who had scared away the squirrels.

John decided the oak tree was the hardiest of his new companions. He'd mostly avoided people lately, because he couldn't stand them and really just wanted to kill someone, but he didn't have any political clout anymore.

He noticed the Doctor and the Master immediately, and walked over. Today's trainers were... mint green. Mint green next to all the black. He looked a bit like dessert.

notsoperfect10 August 10 2010, 22:30:04 UTC

Oh! That strange blond man was talking to him! "I'm a doctor?" he asked, sitting up to look at the toy weapon he was holding. "Am I a child? I hardly sound much like a child! Are we friends?" If this had been any other Doctor, he would have been in serious trouble playing 'forget me' with the Master.

A pair of minty green trainers, two shades lighter than the ones he himself was wearing, came into view.

"Oh!" Distracted again, he looked up at the redhead he'd passed twice (with brown hair) earlier. He did not realize it was much like looking in a mirror. "Hello! Brilliant shoes! Do you want to trade?"

themastereffect August 10 2010, 22:37:22 UTC

The Master blinked slowly in confusion, ignoring the hands appearances and yanking the Doctor around to face him by his shirt. This was wrong, why would he talk in such a way? The Master tilted his head to the side and attempted to keep the Doctors attention strictly to him. "What? What did you just say? What game are you playing now?"

It was a game, like the odd ones he'd been playing all week, like inciting the pigeons to rebel and attack him like mad man. But why would he be pretending not to remember him, that wasn't very funny or challenging... it was just stupid. And not Doctor-stupid, just stupid-stupid.

"Forget his shoes, forget him for Rassilons sake, just say my name and stop ignoring me," the Master demanded, pressing his head against the Doctors and glaring at him. He really did hate games where he was left out of the loop.

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themastereffect August 11 2010, 22:41:03 UTC

The Master hated when the Doctor ignored him, he felt like a child again, his inner Koschei fighting for some attention from his friend. Fortunately his Master side kept that levelled down so he didn't trail after him like some sort of needy puppy. No, instead he just shot death glares the whole way.

"He's wrong, he's a freak. He's a freaky hand and you're clinging to him."

Well, he maybe mad at the situation but it was much easier to insult and poke fun at Handy-hand.

thepresentstorm August 11 2010, 22:46:31 UTC

John raised an unamused eyebrow and took a bite of his ice cream. "Not helping, Master. Eat your ice cream." He took another bite and kept his hand in the Doctor's.

"I'm sorry I make you itch. I can't help that," he replied to the Doctor, hoping to keep the Time Lord calm enough that he could come up with a brilliant plan for fixing him.

Hopefully. Right now his best idea was the TARDIS. He wondered if having the Master actually be affectionate instead of a wanker for once would work.

notsoperfect10 August 11 2010, 23:03:06 UTC

"Why is your name, Master?" The Doctor wasn't ignoring him so much as fairly terrified of him. It was the reaction he'd probably wanted back when he was wearing suits and hanging out in state of the art airships rather than junkyards. "Or is it a nickname? Are you in a band? Oh, I'm fond of music though..."

He frowned. He wasn't sure what sort of music he liked, which was quite an issue.

Of course, he cheered up when he got to the banana, which had a very nice flavor, and forgot about his sorrows at once.

themastereffect August 11 2010, 23:12:34 UTC

"Because it is," the Master replied simply as he managed to swallow down a whole split in moments, able to order a second while the others finished off their first. Once it arrived, his fingers went right into it, plucking out the banana and shoving it into the Doctors split. He liked bananas but eating them felt too Doctor-like.

"I'm not in a band and its not a nickname, its just a name. Like The Doctor, or Handy-hand," the Master said, gesturing to the two men he was across from him, never mind that the hand was named John, he happily ignored that part as he devoured his second split.

"You're fond of me as well," he added finally, as if that would somehow sway the Doctors memory back to him.

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themastereffect August 12 2010, 02:48:47 UTC

Sighing, the Master walked right over to the Doctor, grabbed him forcefully by the shoulders and gave the hand a small smile. "Just one tic, Handy-hand!"

And like that, the Master plunged into the Doctors mind. Not to find the missing man or attempt to repair, no that'd requite triggers and muddling with thoughts.

Instead, he used it to catch the Doctors fully attention to avoid distractions

You're a Time Lord, thats an alien, you got your hand cut off and then it regrew because you were regenerating, a process we do to regain a new body when fatally wounded. The hand grew into a person during a meta-crisis, thats why your hand grows. We were friends till you lost your memory and your name is the Doctor. You like saving things... or destroying them, depending on your mood. You and I are friends, of sorts, and both Time Lords. Oh, and have I mention we're both very much insane.

Jerking his head back, the Master smirked before dusting his hands and turning back around. He'd given all he could, it was the hands turn now.

thepresentstorm August 12 2010, 02:54:25 UTC

John almost asked why he hadn't done that in the first place, but figured the Master wasn't in the mood to be mocked for a lack of sense. It wasn't the Master's job to be sensible.

He stood next to the Doctor, waiting to see if he would regain his memories. If not, he was ready to catch him in case he fainted or tried to run screaming.

Neither of which were really good ways of ending their day.

notsoperfect10 August 12 2010, 03:26:32 UTC

Time Lord. That sounded all right. Familiar at least. The Doctor was fine with that. Friends with the Master... Something told him that they were not always friends. Or often friends for that matter. There was something more violent about them, and that was more than just a little frightening.

When the blond pulled back, the Doctor did stumble down to the sidewalk. He sat on his feet and stared up at the redhead and the little blond with a tired sigh.

This was as familiar as the ice cream shop. "Is it normal to feel like muffins after being told you're a space alien?"

themastereffect August 12 2010, 14:41:26 UTC

Raising an eyebrow, the Master actually considered the question before shaking his head. "Its a Time Lord thing, we have odd cravings at weird times."

And now was not the best time to bring up how good he was at making muffins, it didn't seem the most productive thing to do. Looking around, he frowned at the place they'd been for stopping himself from buying some muffins. Now he wanted one.

"How about you get up and sort out your memories now?" the Master suggested impatiently, as if the Doctor could fix himself if he tried hard enough.

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thepresentstorm August 13 2010, 01:26:06 UTC

John signed and hopped the fence. Once again, he barely had to try to get over. Being an assassin had it's perks. He didn't want the Doctor upset, his doppelganger had been through enough already.

"Master, don't you already have a bear?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He really didn't want to have to wrestle a lion either, even if he was probably quite good at it.

Being a companion of Time Lords was tough work!

notsoperfect10 August 13 2010, 01:52:26 UTC

Oh, great! "John!" Now they were both inside! "Don't get eaten! I'll never find out who I am!" he whined, banging on the glass. "Oh, would you all stop screaming!" Too bad he did not take his own advice there.

His hands in his pockets, he tried to figure out if he happened to be in possession of some alien artifact of awesomeness, but all the Doctor managed to pull out was a bit of wire, some Canadian money, a bit of green lint, a nail file, an polaroid of himself and the Master with a white kitten, handcuffs, chewing gum, a battery, three remote controls, a penlight, two square buttons, a jar of fireflies, two snail shells, and some grass that smelled like apples.

None of that was going to--

A song filled his head a moment later and the Doctor paused, hands once more to the glass as his brown eyes lit up. "Master! She's ready!" It was the TARDIS calling. He knew the Master heard her too.

themastereffect August 13 2010, 02:06:04 UTC

The Master pulled a face as the hand landed beside him, just in time to see the lions prowling not far from them. He was about to suggest he and John took the lions on and tackled them when he heard the same noise as the Doctor.

Closing his eyes, he smiled slightly before sighing. So the lion would have to wait till they had their TARDIS and a working Doctor who knew who he was. The Master made two failed attempts to scamper back up the wall before he used the hand, once again, as a booster. It was his best use after all.

"Hurry along Handy-hand before the lions eat you, we have a TARDIS to see and--" The Master stopped as he realised the Doctor wasn't himself. How could they go and imprint their TARDIS if the Doctor didn't know him. It was their TARDIS and as far as he was concerned, this wasn't his Doctor right now.

"You can't go, not until you remember!"

thepresentstorm August 13 2010, 02:09:16 UTC

John hopped the fence so he was back on the same side as the Doctor and the Master. He crossed his arms over his chest. So the arguing would begin anew? Just what he needed.

"Maybe not," he pointed out. "Maybe being near his TARDIS, touching it, will help him bring back his memories? At any rate, maybe you can talk him through the process."

It had been a long time since John had imprinted on Goldie. He missed her so much, but he couldn't deal with it all.

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