Mad, naked and eating photos - is that odd?

[themastereffect]

"So that didn't go well," the Doctor said as he sat with John at the kitchen table. They were both having coffee as if it was just a natural thing for them both to do. The discussion might even have been typical if the Doctor hadn't added: "He still won't put on clothing

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[notsoperfect10]

The Doctor was having coffee because he'd gotten a taste for coffee. Not that this was anything like found on Earth and given the Hand's human like digestive system, they were all better off not asking what happened to the beans before they were roasted and made into a beverage.

Cutting off two thick slices of cake, the Doctor sat himself down again and frowned. "I didn't exactly...oh, you know...ask." He said the word almost as if was dirty.

The Doctor used his fingers to pull off the icing and licked them clean again.

[handyhandyhand]

Taking a slice of cake, he pulled it apart with his hands and slowly eat his way through it, licking at his fingers as he went through it all, he offered the Doctor a small frown.

"Just ask then. Sure you're going to lose your pride and he's going to be smug for a while but thats about it. Then you'll both get over yourselves."

It always happened, in the end, one of them got their own way.

Usually the Doctor, if he was honest.

[notsoperfect10]

Yes, it really was about time that the Doctor gave the Master some room to come out on top for once. Could it really be so simple as to ask?

When they were children, they use to have a good time coming up with ways to get ahead and torture their friends. They were brilliant together, absolutely. The Doctor knew that they would be still.

He did not bring himself to go to the Master again until John was asleep. He brought cake with him as well. Not a peace offering, but close enough hopefully.

"Master... I'd knock, but hands are full! Are you still eating photos?"

[themastereffect]

Nope! He was building a fort. Boredom led to some rather odd quirks, one being the elaborate fort that required the whole room being moved around. Poor Martha, her room would never be the same.

"Just come in," the Master yelled from the front, poking his head out the roof where two of the sheets crossed. Frowning at the sight of cake, he disappeared once more.

Only to wriggle free from under the bedframe that was used to hold up the the stack of pillows so it could hold onto the bedsheet.

Half stick out from under it all, he held out his hand.

"Give it."

[themastereffect]

"Oh shut up!" The Master snapped, swiping out mindlessly at the Doctors leg. He hated when the Doctor said that, reaaaally hated it. It drove him mad. Or more mad, anyway. Inhaling deeply, he gave the Doctor a small look of contempt.

"I don't need you to be sorry, I have nothing to be pitied for. I maybe down now but look at me, you know me. I always bounce back and just you watch, I will make this universe mine."

With a mad and very cocky self assured smile, he couldn't help but erupt into laughter. Oh yes, king of the manic moods.

[notsoperfect10]

The Doctor slumped down at the table, his hair drooping right along with him as his shoulders slumped forward. Talking to the Master had just saddened him. And there was only one person to talk to that might understand!

Hopefully, John didn't mind that he crawled into bed with him, trainers hanging off the mattress.

Hopefully, he really didn't mind being poked awake. "Martha Jones was in love with us."

[handyhandyhand]

John mumbled something and cuddled his pillow close, not turning around to dignify what was essentially himself. Why was he in bed with him anyway? Confrontation with the Master perhaps?

"I know, I worked it out. I couldn't see it before then suddenly it all made sense."

Like the Donna part of him was yelling in his head about what an utter idiot he was! Not pleasant to realise but he did eventually!

"Doctor, am I going to get the chance to sleep or do you want to chat?" John asked, rolling over and giving the Doctor a sleepy pout.

[notsoperfect10]

"Oh, no...nah. Go on and sleep." This was perhaps not the smartest thing that the Doctor could have offered as he literally took it back just a moment after all of John's muscles went soft and he sank into the mattress. "Well actually yes. I would like to talk."

It was like talking to a mirror. Now, John didn't think the way he did, but he had the same experiences. They could relate to each other in ways that no one else could.

His Hand was not his best friend. He didn't even want him to be.

He was just turning into it was all.

[themastereffect]

"What? No! I said I would! Get back here!" the Master roared as he banged his fists against the door, rattled the knob and yelled as low as he could like a caged animal. The Master refused to back down, he needed that sonic and the collar off as fast as possible.

"Come back here and talk to me!"

He wouldn't have much look with John, as a human he was still very much asleep, dreaming about riding sheep people in some sort of weird and fairly fucked up rodeo... who knew how the hands mind worked.

[notsoperfect10]

As if the Valeyard was going to do any such thing! No, no he was not. In fact, he did nothing other then go to the VR room to watch the Master pound uselessly at the door.

Oh, oh it was so brilliant. It truly was. He could watch him all day.

Or at least for the next two hours. After that, he decided it was time to go back to Earth. There were other ways to break a time lock. It required sacrifice, sure. But he didn't exactly know the family he was going to use to burst a hole through the shield, did he? No.

[themastereffect]

The loud noises from the TARDIS awoke John, who'd been chewing on his pillow and dreaming of marshmellow men who came to battle the sheep people. With his sleep disturbed, John finally got up, got changed and went to find the Doctor.

As he stood in the control room, he yawned and scrubbed at his eyes. "Where are you? Did the plan go to order?"

We're they finally get the time lock opened now the Master had been told off by the Doctor. "How'd it go tiger?"

Not well, considering the Master was yelling his head off still.

[notsoperfect10]

"Oh, still hates me," the Valeyard said, half under the console as he rewired the TARDIS. He had quite a good many things to do at the moment, none of which involved humoring his Hand. Still, he tried anyone, not exactly carrying on a conversation, but not ending it either.

A few conduits had their purposes rerouted. The Valeyard was just as brilliant as the Doctor, perhaps even more so.

He happened to have absolutely no morality, none that the Doctor might have had. It was as if all of the other personality types happened to use up all of the niceness inside of him.

[handyhandyhand]

"I told you he would but he's gonna help us, yeah? I mean, we kinda need him, you know? So remember, be firm!"

And John just happily rambled at Valeyard, not seeming to really notice. He couldn't sense anything and he didn't really recognise it. After all, he only knew what the Doctor knew and what other told him.

He was just talking the same as ever, happily sitting on the jump seat and watching the Doctor. Hopefully it didn't go too badly for him.

"Do you want me to go fetch him?"

[notsoperfect10]

"No," the Valeyard said, making the lights flicker for a moment. "Just leave him in there. Let him stew. I'm trying a new approach."

He twisted two more wires together and then hit a button on the control panel and frowned when he smelled smoke.

"John, do me a favour and make us a cuppa?" The Hand was smart. Any time now he'd notice that the Valeyard was doing something terrible to the TARDIS. Something that the Doctor never would have, even if it was needed to build up a power supply.

[handyhandyhand]

John never missed a trick, especially considering the the smoke was flying off the TARDIS and they'd repaired it all yesterday. "Whats wrong with it? We fixed it, its fine."

Frowning, John moved closer and peered at the control panel, he could see no flaws, no reason to fix it. He just gently placed his hand on the console and stroked it.

"Everythings fine, seriously Doctor, stop making yourself work and go talk to the Master!"

Whatever happened to the tiger?

[notsoperfect10]

Finding himself face first on the floor was not exactly new, but he didn't expect to have John put him there. Oh no! He tried to get up, stumbling a bit as he held onto the wall.

He was certain that John had gone nuts. Certain that he caused the poor family to be tied up and the TARDIS to be a mess.

For a moment, he actually thought it was the Master!

But no. John couldn't live with the temptation to hurt, it seemed. "John!" he croaked, afraid for the Master's life. "Leave him...a-alone!"

[themastereffect]

Leave who alone? What the hell did he do? The Doctor bloody attacked him. Shooting along to the Masters room, he frantically tried to open the door before finally making it in and slamming the door shut, leaning as much of his weight against it as he could.

Then he stared in shock at a frankly odd sight

"Huh?"

Why was the Master naked and handcuffed to a dressed draw, limbs all twitchy with a wild look in his eyes. Ohhh, he could address that later.

"The Doctors going to kill us! What the hell do we do?"

[notsoperfect10]

"No, John! Don't kill him!" the Doctor said, pounding on the other side of the door before he realized just how pointless that was. If John wanted to, he would already be killing him! Oh, the thought of no longer having the Master...

The Doctor had said goodbye to the man too many times already. He couldn't do it again.

"I won't let you!" he yelled before dashing off down the hall to find his sonic screwdriver.

[handyhandyhand]

"We need a plan, we need something before he slaughters us!" John ranted madly as he hauled along the dressing table and bloke off the door.

Turning his head back to the naked Master, he offered him a desperate look, surely he looked like he'd suffered enough! He was still in a lot of pain.

Moving closer to have a look at the handcuffs, the Master gave such a growl that he scrambled away.

"Handy, do not touch me or I will devour your arm," the Master warned in a clinical fashion, rather odd considering the growl. "As for a plan... do I look like I can help you? Or that I have a clever plot to help us?"

They were screwed, to be frank.