Like fire! Hellfire! [this fire in my skin]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master skids to a halt when he appears on the Astral Plane, having apparently come in running. He immediately straightens out his clothing before addressing the Plane]

Right, so! Pompeii: very lacking in Super Soaker outlets. Anyone have a water gun handy?

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

And yet I have. [frowns, then steps closer, pressing a hand to the Master's chest] It is ... upsetting ... to realise how much of my life I have wasted in the service of that man, when I could instead have been serving you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Right then, let me see what happened.

[puts his fingers to the TARDIS's temples and engages in Contact]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[starts, trying to pull back and get away from him, the strings controlling her not willing to give away their secret yet. she can't keep him completely out, yet, so he should be able to see the shadow of a person with the TARDIS, broken, fragmented dolls lying in piles around them, their limbs moving the same way as the TARDIS' move]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Hm. Interesting.

I suppose I might as well take advantage of you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[uncertain] What would you have me do, then?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What would you like to do?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Serve you. Assist you. You are my Master and I your ship.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

How should you like to serve your Master?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

In any way I can. Do you have anything you want done? All you need do is ask.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Kiss me.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Very well. [and she does just that, no argument]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

More. Come on, you've read those manuals. You know what to do.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[frowns, but does as he instructs, tilting her head and letting her hands roam up and down his arms]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

How about your Doctor? The Eighth? What will happen to him?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[narrows her eyes, expression sour. there is a spark of hatred in her gaze, as well, but it doesn't show in her voice, only disdain] What should I care? I have not seen him in days and even if I had, I would not allow him to remain near me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Hm, interesting. Did he switch your memories, or rewire you somehow?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No one has done anything to my memories. They are all completely intact. I am simply more aware now. I desire to be out from under the Doctor's care.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I probably should tell the Doctor what the matter is, shouldn't I? It would be moral.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

There is nothing the matter, Master. He need not be contacted. What care should you give to how I treat him?