Fic: The Master Plan (1/?)
Title: The Master Plan (1/?)
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Doctor (Jemaine)
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,516
Summary: AU, FOTC/Doctor Who cross, Bret and the Doctor run into Captain Jack Harkness and several unexpected things come to light.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FOTC or Doctor Who or anything fun really.
Warning: More slashy than usual - oh Captain Jack, you sexy beast!
Notes: Lots of guest stars! Jemaine being more Tennish than ever! Flirting! Mentions of sex! Cuteness! Terror! Suspense! You reading it?
"Hi, Captain Jack Harkness."
"Don't."
"'S okay, I don't mind," Bret said with a shy smile as Captain Jack shook his hand. Doctor Jemaine rolled his eyes, disgusted, "Of course you don't, no one ever does."
"Oh, don't mind him," Jack said with a wink in Bret's direction, "He just can't stand not being the center of attention."
"That's not it," Doctor Jemaine said petulantly as he focused his sonic screwdriver on the locked prison door, "I'm just trying to concentrate on getting us out of the predicament that you put us in."
"Hey, you knew the risks when you came," Jack said testily, "'Sides, you know that won't work. Deadlock seal. No way it isn't. He would have thought of that."
"'He'?" Bret repeated, still a bit thunderstruck by everything that had happened. Only hours ago, he and Jemaine had been traveling through the Vortex when suddenly a tiny, button shaped light on the console had started blinking.
Doctor Jemaine had been pretty absorbed in his bass guitar, pressing his sonic against it to create different blends of sounds when he strummed the strings. Bret, for his part, had been pretty absorbed in watching the Doctor do so when, out of the corner of his eye, he had noticed the light.
"Jemaine."
"Doctor." Doctor Jemaine corrected, now almost reflexively.
"Doctor Jemaine, there's a light on the console here...'s blinking."
"So?"
"So?"
"Yes, so? There's lots of lights in the Tardis, Bret. Lots of 'em blink. What's so special about this one?"
Bret shrugged, "Dunno. Just...seems kinda urgent."
"What color is it?"
"Orange."
"Orange..." Jemaine drew out, eyes still on the bass. He strummed it and it sounded like machine guns rattling off. He cursed and shook his head, pressing the sonic harder against the instrument, "What's it next to?"
Bret looked at the console, lips screwing to one side as he tried to think of the best way to describe it, "I don't know...this...lever...thingy."
"The lever thingy, check..." the Doctor still didn't look up from his bass.
"...'s right under this compass...least...think it's a compass...looks more like some burnt out ol' watch nailed to the console-"
Doctor Jemaine abruptly dropped the bass. It hit the ground with a glorious thud, "The vortex manipulator?!"
"I...guess so?"
Doctor Jemaine charged over and pushed Bret out of the way, his gaze fixated on the light. He tugged at his hair, "No, no, no, no...that light shouldn't be blinking...not at all...that light shouldn't light..."
Bret stepped out of the way as the Doctor began fiddling with the Tardis console. He started pushing buttons and pulling levers and at one point he kicked the side of it with his foot. When he was finished he looked at Bret, his face grave, "Looks like you and I are going to visit an old friend of mine."
"Oh?"
"Yes...seems he's in a bit of...trouble."
"Oh. Okay. Well. Good. We can help him, then." Bret said with a cheery smile, his hands escaping into his pockets.
Doctor Jemaine's eyes narrowed, "Yeeeeah," he drew out the word, scowling as he looked at Bret, shaking his head, "Perfect. Just...perfect."
Bret's head tilted to one side, "Jemaine-"
"Doctor." this time he reminded him almost absently.
"Jemaine, what's wrong? It's...it's good to see an old friend...right?"
Doctor Jemaine sighed, almost wearily, "Yes, yes. But...Bret...this...old friend...'s bit charming."
Bret snorted, "So?"
Doctor Jemaine took a deep breath then, shaking his head once more, gave a small smile, "Yeah, yes, you're right. Silly me. Let's go."
Bret had never really had a chance to give all that a second thought until they had ended up in this predicament. No sooner had they landed on, what Doctor Jemaine blithely explained to be some planet called Tantamir, before they were captured by the native inhabitants and thrust into this cell and, apparently, with the very old friend the Doctor had been looking for.
Captain Jack Harkness.
Bret found it was difficult to not look at him. The man was just so...dashing. Handsome. The kind of man he had pictured as the hero in the fairy stories he used to read as a child.
He blinked, trying to focus, repeating, "'He'? 'He' who?"
Captain Jack looked gravely at the Doctor, "You know who, of course."
Doctor Jemaine stopped using the sonic and cursed, hands going to his pockets as he began pacing back and forth, "Can't be...he...died."
"Yeah, you've said that before, " Jack muttered, crossing his arms, "Still, it's him. The only shame is I didn't catch on to it sooner."
"'Him' who?" Bret asked again.
Doctor Jemaine ignored him, "But why here? Tantamir is primarily an uninhabited, jungle of a planet. Its' population is predominantly peaceful...most of the time. Nothing for him to really cause trouble with."
Jack laughed dryly, "Please. You and I know that he is always only up to trouble. Maybe this isn't Earth, but I doubt, in all your time knowing him, that's the only planet he's caused misery on," he shook his head, "Christ, god only knows what he's got planned."
"Whatever it is, it isn't good," Doctor Jemaine promised, "This all reminds me far too much of Traken-"
"Am I invisible?" Bret whined, waving his arms, "Is no one going to tell me what's going on?"
Captain Jack looked at him and grinned wolfishly, "So, tell me, Doctor...a boy? That's different."
Doctor Jemaine sighed, eyes rolled upwards, "Thought it'd be less...dramatic."
"Oh yeah, right, sure. No one would think twice about you and another guy squeezing out of a tiny police box," Jack looked Bret up and down, "Not that I blame you. He's awful cute."
Bret licked his lips and blushed, avoiding Jack's eyes, "Um, so...anyone planning to explain what's going on yet?"
Doctor Jemaine opened his mouth to answer when suddenly the prison cell door opened. A tall, handsome, golden skinned man stood there, hands clasped behind his back and Jack grinned broadly, "Taika! You son of a bitch! How'd you find me?"
The man gave him a half grin, "Oh, you know...I have my ways."
Doctor Jemaine looked at him with narrowed eyes, "So. That's a nice look for you."
Jack looked between the Doctor and Taika, confused, "You two know each other?"
Taika took in a deep breath, not taking his eyes off the Doctor, but tilting his head in Jack's direction quickly, "It's surprising really, I certainly don't hold him in as high a regard as you do, but I didn't quite remember him being this thick."
"I'm sure he had his suspicions," Doctor Jemaine said icily, "He did manage to summon me, after all."
"Point. Still. Last time I faced him, he seemed a bit...quicker on the uptake. Maybe it was that whole affair with the 456. Really got to him, I'd imagine."
Jack blinked, confused, "Taika...what are you talking about..."
"You look different too," Taika returned, ignoring Jack, his attention focused on the Doctor, "Those lips...they make you look right ridiculous. But," He leaned a little closer, smilingly wickedly, "Also...bit sexy. To think...these last two regenerations and we've both turned out so young and so pretty each time. Really think we ought to do something about that, you know? What do you say, 'Theta'? Interested in a little...experimentation?"
"Oh, you must be getting sentimental in your old age if you're calling me that, 'Koschei'," Doctor Jemaine chuckled, no humor in the tone, "Only thing I guess I can hope for now is that you haven't done the same with poor, old Jack here. After all...he could do so much better."
"Okay," Jack said testily, "I've had about enough of this! Now I'm just as lost as the kid is!"
"Hey!" Bret cried indignantly, "I'm not a kid! In my thirties!"
"Trust me, to us, you're a kid," Jack said firmly, then, more kindly, "A really cute one, but-"
Doctor Jemaine interrupted Jack, leveling him with a hard glare, "'Taika', is it?"
Jack frowned, then nodded, "Yeah...met him in my travels. Actually had some run ins with Torchwood back on Earth...not my branch, but I found some documentation of his dealings with...what was it? Australian office or-"
"New Zealand," Taika interjected, shaking his head, "No one would suspect such a small, little place of having such information tucked inside it. Ingenious, really. I may not have the same passionate love for the humans as you do, Doctor, but even I can admire good trickery," his smile grew, "Or could you not tell?"
"Jack...how long have you known 'Taika'?"
Jack shrugged, "Dunno...'bout...what? Six months now?"
"Hmm, been helpful all that time?" Doctor Jemaine spat at the man in the doorway, "Must have been a challenge."
"I can have patience when the situation calls for it," Taika tossed out, leaning in the doorway, examining his fingernails nonchalantly, "And besides...Jack has been...quite entertaining..."
Jack walked forward, as if to exit the cell, but found an almost invisible barrier holding him back. Taika tsked, "Now, now...that shield is set for my biochemistry only. No way you can walk through that. Or...well...you can try, but while it certainly won't kill you, Jack, it'll still sting like a bitch."
"Taika, come on, what are you playing at?"
Taika sighed and rolled his eyes, "Jack, darling, honestly. Haven't you figured it out yet?" He looked at him with a big smile, eyes twinkling, "Or, have you, but you just don't want to say it aloud?"
Jack slouched against the doorway, eyes on the floor, as he whispered, "Master?"
Taika chuckled, "Bingo! Knew you'd catch on sooner or later!"
"'Master'? What's that? Who's-" Bret started but the Master pointed at him, grinning, "And you must be the new 'companion'. Must say, Doctor, I am shocked. Trading up in your old age? Hmm? Or maybe you're the one getting sentimental - switching from Earth girls to Earth boys...and boys who bear an awful striking resemblance to me back in University..."
"Please, he looks nothing like you did then," Doctor Jemaine muttered, "You really have got an awful memory."
"Not as awful as you'd like," the Master chuckled, then, eyes on Bret, "He ever tell you about me? I'm like his evil ex-boyfriend. And by 'boyfriend' I mean a boy who's a friend, certainly not a boy who he'd like to fu-"
"You done yet?" Doctor Jemaine hissed, marching close to the invisible barrier, "'Cause I'm getting really tired of your yap-yap-yapping."
"OOoo - temper, temper," The Master clapped his hands, "Just delightful."
"What do you want? What's your plan then, hrm? Doesn't really matter anyway, because I'll defeat you, you know. Just like always."
The Master feigned a yawn, "Oh, you and your posturing. So tedious. Have you ever thought that maybe I don't have a master plan? That maybe I just felt like catching up? Jack really was the easiest target after all. No way I could summon you through any of those other companions - imagine you've moved past all of them, but Jack? You probably feel a tad bit of guilt there, hrm? Just a bit?"
He sighed, adding thoughtfully, "Him and what's-her-name...the ginger one. But her...well, she's got a mouth on her I chose to avoid. So, there we have it, then! Jack. It was simple enough to tamper with some old Torchwood records, set up a previous life and all - worked when I made Saxon and it certainly worked when I made Taika - and oh, what adventures we had, huh, Jack? Jack and Taika - action adventure men through space..."
"I'll kill you," Jack swore through gritted teeth.
"Think not," The Master said with a nasty sneer, "'Sides, I'd rather like to keep this body from regeneration as long as possible...like the 'ethnic' look...this gold skin...'s like I'm a god."
"That your plan then? Becoming a 'god'?"
"Oh, no, you really should think bigger and better than that, Doctor," The Master chided, "Disappointing really, if you think that. Granted, the Tantamirians are extremely gullible. After all, I did manage to hypnotize them well enough into obeying my every command. If I wanted to be their God, well, honestly, it would not take much effort on my part."
The Master looked at Jack then, winking slyly, "Does that make you feel better, love? That I can work my magic like that? Mean, really, s'not your fault you fell under my spell. I can be quite mesmerizing when I want to be," He now turned his attention to the Doctor, "Hell, just ask him."
"So...what are you going to do with us, then?" Bret spoke up and the Master looked at him almost hungrily, "Really, Doctor. Such a pretty, pretty boy. I could have so much fun with him-"
"No!" Doctor Jemaine came closer, his hands held up, "No...look...I'll...you've won. All right? Outsmarted Jack, outsmarted me...you're holding all the cards...do what you like but...leave him alone."
The Master blinked, voice a quiet whisper, "Incredible. You really care about this one, don't you?" He looked at Bret with wonder, "What is it, exactly? The animal shirt? The little beard? The skinniness? Honestly, he's as adorable as a Care Bear, but past that...can't see the appeal."
"Master-"
"Ohh," The Master moaned, shivering, "I still love it when you say my name."
"Master," Doctor Jemaine repeated, "Please..."
The Master bit his lip, "Oh, you...begging. I almost came. Seriously. That's how good that was."
There was just a tiny gap of silence, a moment where no one said or did anything, just waited. Waited to see what would happen.
The moment almost snapped physically in front of them as the Master reached out and took hold of the Doctor roughly, dragging him close. The barrier, which, up to this point, had been mostly invisible, now burst sharply into view, electrical looking currents shooting through the air, running up and down the length of the open doorway, striking Doctor Jemaine as he was pulled through.
"No!" Bret and Jack cried in unison as Doctor Jemaine screamed, assaulted by the current. He instantly collapsed in a heap on the other side of the doorway, his jacket still smoking as he rested at the Master's feet. The Master, smiling cruelly, kicked out with his feet, hitting the Doctor sharply in the gut.
Doctor Jemaine moaned and rolled on to his back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, a little blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. The Master looked down at him almost fondly before looking at Jack and Bret, "You two have fun. The Doctor and I...we have some catching up to do."
The Master slammed the prison cell door closed.
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Doctor (Jemaine)
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,516
Summary: AU, FOTC/Doctor Who cross, Bret and the Doctor run into Captain Jack Harkness and several unexpected things come to light.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FOTC or Doctor Who or anything fun really.
Warning: More slashy than usual - oh Captain Jack, you sexy beast!
Notes: Lots of guest stars! Jemaine being more Tennish than ever! Flirting! Mentions of sex! Cuteness! Terror! Suspense! You reading it?
"Hi, Captain Jack Harkness."
"Don't."
"'S okay, I don't mind," Bret said with a shy smile as Captain Jack shook his hand. Doctor Jemaine rolled his eyes, disgusted, "Of course you don't, no one ever does."
"Oh, don't mind him," Jack said with a wink in Bret's direction, "He just can't stand not being the center of attention."
"That's not it," Doctor Jemaine said petulantly as he focused his sonic screwdriver on the locked prison door, "I'm just trying to concentrate on getting us out of the predicament that you put us in."
"Hey, you knew the risks when you came," Jack said testily, "'Sides, you know that won't work. Deadlock seal. No way it isn't. He would have thought of that."
"'He'?" Bret repeated, still a bit thunderstruck by everything that had happened. Only hours ago, he and Jemaine had been traveling through the Vortex when suddenly a tiny, button shaped light on the console had started blinking.
Doctor Jemaine had been pretty absorbed in his bass guitar, pressing his sonic against it to create different blends of sounds when he strummed the strings. Bret, for his part, had been pretty absorbed in watching the Doctor do so when, out of the corner of his eye, he had noticed the light.
"Jemaine."
"Doctor." Doctor Jemaine corrected, now almost reflexively.
"Doctor Jemaine, there's a light on the console here...'s blinking."
"So?"
"So?"
"Yes, so? There's lots of lights in the Tardis, Bret. Lots of 'em blink. What's so special about this one?"
Bret shrugged, "Dunno. Just...seems kinda urgent."
"What color is it?"
"Orange."
"Orange..." Jemaine drew out, eyes still on the bass. He strummed it and it sounded like machine guns rattling off. He cursed and shook his head, pressing the sonic harder against the instrument, "What's it next to?"
Bret looked at the console, lips screwing to one side as he tried to think of the best way to describe it, "I don't know...this...lever...thingy."
"The lever thingy, check..." the Doctor still didn't look up from his bass.
"...'s right under this compass...least...think it's a compass...looks more like some burnt out ol' watch nailed to the console-"
Doctor Jemaine abruptly dropped the bass. It hit the ground with a glorious thud, "The vortex manipulator?!"
"I...guess so?"
Doctor Jemaine charged over and pushed Bret out of the way, his gaze fixated on the light. He tugged at his hair, "No, no, no, no...that light shouldn't be blinking...not at all...that light shouldn't light..."
Bret stepped out of the way as the Doctor began fiddling with the Tardis console. He started pushing buttons and pulling levers and at one point he kicked the side of it with his foot. When he was finished he looked at Bret, his face grave, "Looks like you and I are going to visit an old friend of mine."
"Oh?"
"Yes...seems he's in a bit of...trouble."
"Oh. Okay. Well. Good. We can help him, then." Bret said with a cheery smile, his hands escaping into his pockets.
Doctor Jemaine's eyes narrowed, "Yeeeeah," he drew out the word, scowling as he looked at Bret, shaking his head, "Perfect. Just...perfect."
Bret's head tilted to one side, "Jemaine-"
"Doctor." this time he reminded him almost absently.
"Jemaine, what's wrong? It's...it's good to see an old friend...right?"
Doctor Jemaine sighed, almost wearily, "Yes, yes. But...Bret...this...old friend...'s bit charming."
Bret snorted, "So?"
Doctor Jemaine took a deep breath then, shaking his head once more, gave a small smile, "Yeah, yes, you're right. Silly me. Let's go."
Bret had never really had a chance to give all that a second thought until they had ended up in this predicament. No sooner had they landed on, what Doctor Jemaine blithely explained to be some planet called Tantamir, before they were captured by the native inhabitants and thrust into this cell and, apparently, with the very old friend the Doctor had been looking for.
Captain Jack Harkness.
Bret found it was difficult to not look at him. The man was just so...dashing. Handsome. The kind of man he had pictured as the hero in the fairy stories he used to read as a child.
He blinked, trying to focus, repeating, "'He'? 'He' who?"
Captain Jack looked gravely at the Doctor, "You know who, of course."
Doctor Jemaine stopped using the sonic and cursed, hands going to his pockets as he began pacing back and forth, "Can't be...he...died."
"Yeah, you've said that before, " Jack muttered, crossing his arms, "Still, it's him. The only shame is I didn't catch on to it sooner."
"'Him' who?" Bret asked again.
Doctor Jemaine ignored him, "But why here? Tantamir is primarily an uninhabited, jungle of a planet. Its' population is predominantly peaceful...most of the time. Nothing for him to really cause trouble with."
Jack laughed dryly, "Please. You and I know that he is always only up to trouble. Maybe this isn't Earth, but I doubt, in all your time knowing him, that's the only planet he's caused misery on," he shook his head, "Christ, god only knows what he's got planned."
"Whatever it is, it isn't good," Doctor Jemaine promised, "This all reminds me far too much of Traken-"
"Am I invisible?" Bret whined, waving his arms, "Is no one going to tell me what's going on?"
Captain Jack looked at him and grinned wolfishly, "So, tell me, Doctor...a boy? That's different."
Doctor Jemaine sighed, eyes rolled upwards, "Thought it'd be less...dramatic."
"Oh yeah, right, sure. No one would think twice about you and another guy squeezing out of a tiny police box," Jack looked Bret up and down, "Not that I blame you. He's awful cute."
Bret licked his lips and blushed, avoiding Jack's eyes, "Um, so...anyone planning to explain what's going on yet?"
Doctor Jemaine opened his mouth to answer when suddenly the prison cell door opened. A tall, handsome, golden skinned man stood there, hands clasped behind his back and Jack grinned broadly, "Taika! You son of a bitch! How'd you find me?"
The man gave him a half grin, "Oh, you know...I have my ways."
Doctor Jemaine looked at him with narrowed eyes, "So. That's a nice look for you."
Jack looked between the Doctor and Taika, confused, "You two know each other?"
Taika took in a deep breath, not taking his eyes off the Doctor, but tilting his head in Jack's direction quickly, "It's surprising really, I certainly don't hold him in as high a regard as you do, but I didn't quite remember him being this thick."
"I'm sure he had his suspicions," Doctor Jemaine said icily, "He did manage to summon me, after all."
"Point. Still. Last time I faced him, he seemed a bit...quicker on the uptake. Maybe it was that whole affair with the 456. Really got to him, I'd imagine."
Jack blinked, confused, "Taika...what are you talking about..."
"You look different too," Taika returned, ignoring Jack, his attention focused on the Doctor, "Those lips...they make you look right ridiculous. But," He leaned a little closer, smilingly wickedly, "Also...bit sexy. To think...these last two regenerations and we've both turned out so young and so pretty each time. Really think we ought to do something about that, you know? What do you say, 'Theta'? Interested in a little...experimentation?"
"Oh, you must be getting sentimental in your old age if you're calling me that, 'Koschei'," Doctor Jemaine chuckled, no humor in the tone, "Only thing I guess I can hope for now is that you haven't done the same with poor, old Jack here. After all...he could do so much better."
"Okay," Jack said testily, "I've had about enough of this! Now I'm just as lost as the kid is!"
"Hey!" Bret cried indignantly, "I'm not a kid! In my thirties!"
"Trust me, to us, you're a kid," Jack said firmly, then, more kindly, "A really cute one, but-"
Doctor Jemaine interrupted Jack, leveling him with a hard glare, "'Taika', is it?"
Jack frowned, then nodded, "Yeah...met him in my travels. Actually had some run ins with Torchwood back on Earth...not my branch, but I found some documentation of his dealings with...what was it? Australian office or-"
"New Zealand," Taika interjected, shaking his head, "No one would suspect such a small, little place of having such information tucked inside it. Ingenious, really. I may not have the same passionate love for the humans as you do, Doctor, but even I can admire good trickery," his smile grew, "Or could you not tell?"
"Jack...how long have you known 'Taika'?"
Jack shrugged, "Dunno...'bout...what? Six months now?"
"Hmm, been helpful all that time?" Doctor Jemaine spat at the man in the doorway, "Must have been a challenge."
"I can have patience when the situation calls for it," Taika tossed out, leaning in the doorway, examining his fingernails nonchalantly, "And besides...Jack has been...quite entertaining..."
Jack walked forward, as if to exit the cell, but found an almost invisible barrier holding him back. Taika tsked, "Now, now...that shield is set for my biochemistry only. No way you can walk through that. Or...well...you can try, but while it certainly won't kill you, Jack, it'll still sting like a bitch."
"Taika, come on, what are you playing at?"
Taika sighed and rolled his eyes, "Jack, darling, honestly. Haven't you figured it out yet?" He looked at him with a big smile, eyes twinkling, "Or, have you, but you just don't want to say it aloud?"
Jack slouched against the doorway, eyes on the floor, as he whispered, "Master?"
Taika chuckled, "Bingo! Knew you'd catch on sooner or later!"
"'Master'? What's that? Who's-" Bret started but the Master pointed at him, grinning, "And you must be the new 'companion'. Must say, Doctor, I am shocked. Trading up in your old age? Hmm? Or maybe you're the one getting sentimental - switching from Earth girls to Earth boys...and boys who bear an awful striking resemblance to me back in University..."
"Please, he looks nothing like you did then," Doctor Jemaine muttered, "You really have got an awful memory."
"Not as awful as you'd like," the Master chuckled, then, eyes on Bret, "He ever tell you about me? I'm like his evil ex-boyfriend. And by 'boyfriend' I mean a boy who's a friend, certainly not a boy who he'd like to fu-"
"You done yet?" Doctor Jemaine hissed, marching close to the invisible barrier, "'Cause I'm getting really tired of your yap-yap-yapping."
"OOoo - temper, temper," The Master clapped his hands, "Just delightful."
"What do you want? What's your plan then, hrm? Doesn't really matter anyway, because I'll defeat you, you know. Just like always."
The Master feigned a yawn, "Oh, you and your posturing. So tedious. Have you ever thought that maybe I don't have a master plan? That maybe I just felt like catching up? Jack really was the easiest target after all. No way I could summon you through any of those other companions - imagine you've moved past all of them, but Jack? You probably feel a tad bit of guilt there, hrm? Just a bit?"
He sighed, adding thoughtfully, "Him and what's-her-name...the ginger one. But her...well, she's got a mouth on her I chose to avoid. So, there we have it, then! Jack. It was simple enough to tamper with some old Torchwood records, set up a previous life and all - worked when I made Saxon and it certainly worked when I made Taika - and oh, what adventures we had, huh, Jack? Jack and Taika - action adventure men through space..."
"I'll kill you," Jack swore through gritted teeth.
"Think not," The Master said with a nasty sneer, "'Sides, I'd rather like to keep this body from regeneration as long as possible...like the 'ethnic' look...this gold skin...'s like I'm a god."
"That your plan then? Becoming a 'god'?"
"Oh, no, you really should think bigger and better than that, Doctor," The Master chided, "Disappointing really, if you think that. Granted, the Tantamirians are extremely gullible. After all, I did manage to hypnotize them well enough into obeying my every command. If I wanted to be their God, well, honestly, it would not take much effort on my part."
The Master looked at Jack then, winking slyly, "Does that make you feel better, love? That I can work my magic like that? Mean, really, s'not your fault you fell under my spell. I can be quite mesmerizing when I want to be," He now turned his attention to the Doctor, "Hell, just ask him."
"So...what are you going to do with us, then?" Bret spoke up and the Master looked at him almost hungrily, "Really, Doctor. Such a pretty, pretty boy. I could have so much fun with him-"
"No!" Doctor Jemaine came closer, his hands held up, "No...look...I'll...you've won. All right? Outsmarted Jack, outsmarted me...you're holding all the cards...do what you like but...leave him alone."
The Master blinked, voice a quiet whisper, "Incredible. You really care about this one, don't you?" He looked at Bret with wonder, "What is it, exactly? The animal shirt? The little beard? The skinniness? Honestly, he's as adorable as a Care Bear, but past that...can't see the appeal."
"Master-"
"Ohh," The Master moaned, shivering, "I still love it when you say my name."
"Master," Doctor Jemaine repeated, "Please..."
The Master bit his lip, "Oh, you...begging. I almost came. Seriously. That's how good that was."
There was just a tiny gap of silence, a moment where no one said or did anything, just waited. Waited to see what would happen.
The moment almost snapped physically in front of them as the Master reached out and took hold of the Doctor roughly, dragging him close. The barrier, which, up to this point, had been mostly invisible, now burst sharply into view, electrical looking currents shooting through the air, running up and down the length of the open doorway, striking Doctor Jemaine as he was pulled through.
"No!" Bret and Jack cried in unison as Doctor Jemaine screamed, assaulted by the current. He instantly collapsed in a heap on the other side of the doorway, his jacket still smoking as he rested at the Master's feet. The Master, smiling cruelly, kicked out with his feet, hitting the Doctor sharply in the gut.
Doctor Jemaine moaned and rolled on to his back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, a little blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. The Master looked down at him almost fondly before looking at Jack and Bret, "You two have fun. The Doctor and I...we have some catching up to do."
The Master slammed the prison cell door closed.