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[Guess who's been wandering the plane since he woke up after the fight with Ryotarou, trying to find a place where people aren't? Okay, more like staggering, but you get the point.

In any case, after several attempted refuges--each abandoned in turn after someone appeared at a distance--Firo has settled on the old theater. He's sitting with his back to the stage under the projector, his feet against the first row of chairs. Healthy he is not. He's shivering non-stop now, his skin unnaturally hot to the touch, his eyes completely unfocused. There's still a massive slash in his clothing where Ryotarou's sword-thing cut him.]

I can't... I won't... not goin' back... don't want to hurt....

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[Stirring a bit more now, though he still aches from the laser's impact. He hears talking, but he can't quite pick out the words.

And then he throws up. :\ ]

Well, that's gross.

And you're not locking him up. Someone else will take care of him. There are enough would-be heroes around here that someone will manage. We're going back to the TARDIS.

[hand on the Doctor's arm, to keep him from running off something stupid]

[but what possibly stupid things could he do--]

But we have the space to lock him up. Really, please, he's dangerous. I can't just leave him here.

[And now he levers himself up onto his hands and knees, about as stable as two-day-old kitten.]

Doc...?

[a 'please' without asking, wow that's tempting]

Doctor, if we do, you're not allowed to get your knickers twisted if I have to kill him to contain him.

[which is, "I'm considering a 'yes.' Make this good for me."]

[looked a little more hopeful there] I'm fine, Firo. No worries.

[and then back at the Master!] Yes, all right, that's all right. I just can't leave him here.

[Annnnd collapsing again. Not in the vomit, small mercy.] What'd I do...? I didn't mean to... 'm sorry...

[crouches down beside Firo]

You almost killed the Doctor. In a highly homoerotic manner, I might add. Now, no one kills the Doctor, save myself, so the Doctor and I are going to lock you up, okay? And when you get better you may come out again.

Tell me how to kill you in the manner that will keep you dead longest, so that I can take you to the TARDIS without worrying about your personality going wild.

[well he doesn't like that part]

It probably won't happen. He looks too weak to handle it. He doesn't need to be killed again.

[GUESS WHO'S IGNORING THE GUY HE JUST TRIED TO KILL?] ...head. Keep it separate...

Thank you.

[shoots the Doctor a look]

It's necessary. Now, will you help me or not? I'll need someone to carry the head.

[presses the button to make the funky extendable blade on his screwdriver appear]

[gives an utterly horrified look at that]

...Carry the head? That's...that's not...

...don't want to hurt anyone else.

See? You heard the man. It's what he wants. Off with his head, I say!

[he tries to form several arguments against this but completely fails and eventually just sort of turns away]

[...lays there. WIN TAG IS WIN.]

[awesome, KILLING STUFF. Decapitation time is now!

Bone: harder to cut through than it looks. But the Master is STRONG with TIME LORD MANLINESS. So Firo's head gets choppped off. The Master holds it out to the Doctor]

Doctor, take the head. We can have him back together quickly if you hurry on back to the TARDIS and pick out the cell.

[the Doctor takes off his coat - and then his jacket and uses his jacket to wrap the head up in because oh god this is wrong and he likes that coat]

Right right, let's go. [TARDIS TIME JUMP]

[....ded.]

[and they're in the TARDIS! The Master has a corpse. It's not too heavy!]

Pick a cell.

[the head is jerking around in his jacket. The Doctor feels extremely disgusted and horrible]

Any of them. [just kicks open the first door, pushing the head in and tossing his jacket behind him]

[Annnd, head will not be waiting for body. It comes rolling back out past him (SORRY DOCTOR), trembles for a moment and then shoots up to reattach itself to the severed neck of Firo's body.]

[The Master would be more disgusted if he was that sort of person. Luckily, he's just worried about stuff getting on his clothes]

Well, no time like the present. [chucks the body into the room and shuts the door quickly]

Lock it, Doctor.

[very much on top of the locking business. He seals the door with several locks, in fact. Then he tests it once before slumping against it.]

That's done, then.

[AND HELLO FACE, MEET FLOOR. Not the most pleasant wake-up call he's had, but not the worst, either. He stirs and sits up, his head swimming. He can't be sure what he sees--a lab or an interior that seems sort of like a little prison built in a clean, airy little boiler room.]

....Doc?

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