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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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What was the last time you told anyone you loved them?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

J.K. Rowling as she signed my copy of Half Blood Prince. True love lasts forever.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Cowardly as always, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oi, I thought it was very brave of me. She's a hero of mine.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Your other self showed me, once. We were arguing, and he shoved everything he felt about me into my mind.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but he's been stuck with you all this time. 'Course he's going to start caring. You died in order to hurt me in my universe. Oh, right, and now you're mocking me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Deny it as much as you like. Just know that I know, and I don't care.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You connect with him, then? My other self? Regular basis?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Jealous? We could, if you like very much. Reinette seemed to enjoy the exercise.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What?

What were you doing in her mind? You can't do that to a poor human's mind!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It was consensual, Doctor. She seemed to quite enjoy the experience.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm sure everything you do is consensual.

[still bitter over Rose!Doctor is still bitter over Rose, btw]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Ooh, yes, that is most certainly the sound of jealousy ringing in my ears. What's the matter, Doctor? I thought you, if anyone, would understand polyamory.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I thought our species was beyond jealousy, Master. And polyamory implies some form of love. And you can't possibly love Reinette.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Judging from you, we're not. But why not, Doctor? Why can't I love her? Don't you?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You don't know her. I do.

And fine, all right. A little jealous. There's nothing wrong with that. But, really, Master, is there anyone you haven't connected to or slept with or some such nonsense?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I walked her mind at my leisure, Doctor. I think she's not entirely unknown to me.

Yes: you. Unless you count the very past, of course.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess I'm unique, then. I like being unique, I think.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Is 'unique' synonymous for 'lonely,' now?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You're not the end-all and be-all of my happiness, Master.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That doesn't answer the question.

[The Doctor is the center of a tight circle which the Master walks, deliberate paces with his eyes focussed on the Doctor as he moves]

You are lonely. It is an undeniable fact. You don't run around getting yourself called 'the Lonely God' if you're quite overwhelmed with company. Companions, yes, but never the companionship that will heal the wound.

The question, then, is not 'are you lonely?' but 'will you ever not be?' Is there anything that can keep it away? Or is it the inevitable truth that you must return to, time and time again?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[circles to face the Master as he walks, but stays in the center]

What does it matter? We all have wounds, Master. I have to face mine. And I'm fine.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, you're not. Wounds can be healed. I thought that's what doctors did.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Doctors also know when it's a lost cause.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And when it isn't.

[stops]

I could help you.