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?

Comments

[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?