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doctor who (d1) the master - ainley

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[it's TUESDAY on the east coast, so! here is the Master- though not quite as he normally is. in fact, one might say he doesn't even seem completely there. he seems only vaguely occupied with the growing pile of stuff near him, most of it made of metal, though there are various lights and things

someone bother him, because otherwise he'll just keep making stuff until he has the most stuff ever. :|]

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That he isn't yours. He is crueler, more brutal. [the Master tilts his head a little, and lets a smile cross his face, though it's generally hollow] Tell me. Were you frightened for me, when he held the blade to my throat? Did you truly believe he'd kill me?

He is my Doctor! They are all my Doctor! [swallows hard, staring at him, though she trembles faintly at his words] I had no choice but to fear for you. My emotions were not my own. Your question is invalid.

In theory and form only. Similarly, you could say he is mine as well, though less in the affectionate possessive, and more in the antagonistic possessive. [he shrugs, watching her reactions] But there was cause to fear, was there not? You could have been angry, you could have taken the route of disdain, or of confidence towards me and my domination over the Doctor. Instead, you feared for me. You feared for me as if you believed he would take my life, and that he were not bluffing.

You feared as if I would not come out of it alive.

No! [shakes her head, refusing to look at him] That was not me! I did not ... I would not fear the Doctor...!

[he reaches out to slip his fingers under her chin - of course, he knows he can't touch her, or even feel her, but he can pretend] But you had cause. For all your adoration of me, for all your desire to make me happy and prove yourself to me... you doubted I'd survive. You must've had a reason, subconscious or not.

[even though he cannot touch her, she shivers still at the very memory of his hands on her, of ever wanting to be near him, wanting him to touch her] It was not me. I would not ... I would never... [if she repeats it enough, that makes it true!]

[he chuckles softly, and shakes his head at her disbelief] You believe the Doctor is superior to me, do you not? Why wasn't it the inverse when you were mine?

[he draws his hand away] Denial doesn't suit you.

I was never yours. I will never be yours.

Wrong. Regardless of the fact you were controlled, for that time, you were mine.

I refuse to believe that. It was false, it was a lie. I cannot be yours under false pretenses. I am only the Doctor's, no matter what happens.

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