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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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks as if he wants to, but he sets his jaw]

What do you want from me?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I want what I have always wanted, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I won't be subservient to you.

[smirk]

Imagine I'd be boring that way, anyway.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You would, actually. As dull as you are dead.

I haven't always wanted you to serve me. And I haven't always wanted you dead.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Go on, then. Spell it out for me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What do you think it is?

['What do you want to think it is?']

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm at the point where I'd probably heavily consider working with you. Buuuut, since you clearly don't want whatever it is enough to stop playing games with me, well, then I guess I'll go.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[a small laugh]

You can leave if you like, but you'll come back. You always do.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[oh, he hates it when the Master's right]

You want to help me but you won't tell me what you want in return?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

An accurate assessment of the situation, very well done.

[smiles]

You could look, if you like. Of course, I don't know if you want to trust me in that; your psychic shields have never been particularly strong, so it would be easy work to do something to you while you looked. But it's an offer.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You could just tell me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I could.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

But that would be too easy, right?

[takes a wary step forward and reaches out to place a hand on the Master's chest, above his left heart]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow, but remains still]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and another step forward]

How do you plan to help me?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smiles]

You're a difficult case, Doctor. But to start, I'll request your assistance in putting Lucy's mind back together.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[eyebrows knit together, but he nods]

All right.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Good. We'll meet tonight?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Wait. Why? Why do you want to heal Lucy?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I could tell you...

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[through gritted teeth]

Please, Master. Tell me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[lifts both eyebrows]

I didn't expect you to beg. Your hand's still on my chest, by the way.

But since you asked so nicely: I care for Lucy. I didn't mean to damage her mind. I think it will be good for you to help her.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[casually] Would you rather I moved it?

Good for me? On the way to making me not alone, then?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You may do as you like.

Quite.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, I'd like to leave it here, then.

And what do you want? In return for helping me?