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doctor who (d1) the master - ainley

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[the Master appears on the plane with a set of chairs, a table, and various papers that have sketches of buildings and streets on them, along with jotted notes]

Mr. Tyler? I have something that would be in your interests to discuss.

[he doesn't bother looking up, as he is busy. though if anyone wishes to bother him, feel free. :|]

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Tyler? The hell about?

[your DI is jittery. Deal with it]

He, uhm--no. Sorry. The beginning. The Master wants to make a deal with me. With us, but he came to me first. He wants to come up with a plan to defend ourselves and the city if something happens again. Points of defense, shared information, that sort of thing. He wants to work with us, for our mutual survival and for the sake of those things we care for.

[rubs at his neck]

[considers this, noting Sam's nervous reaction] And?

I told him I'd have to speak to you before we could decide anything.

[folds his arms]

You realise that this would be making deal with a criminal.

Yeah, I do. [runs a hand over his face] It doesn't feel right with me, though. I'm guessing you feel the same.

He's worse than Warren could ever dream of being.

I know that, too. [shakes his head, pulling out a cig] Can't say I fancy the idea of having another Warren. He's as big a queer, though.

[gives him a very serious look, appraising, testing]
What do you suggest?

[he rubs along his wrist, slowly, coming to a stop]

If we - if I - accept this, then I'll be making a deal with your murderer. Ten months ago, he made me an offer and I turned it down without even considering. I knew what he was and I knew what I was. Cops don't make deals with criminals.

I can't do it, Guv. I can't keep this city safe through working with him.

[meets Gene's gaze, level and serious]

No one can.

[laughs quietly, sitting back in his chair]

No. I can't.

I called it off, Tyler. Or said I was gonna. I don't have any intention of staying under his thumb any longer, not after what he did to you.

[his tone says he very much knows his next statement is incorrect]

And he just accepted your resignation.

Yeah. Bought me chocolates and candies, too, gave me a nice retirement watch and everything.

What did he threaten? The city? People on the Plane? CID?

Doesn't matter. He'll keep using the threat and you'll never get out if you let him.

I know. Figured that out quick enough. Doesn't make it easier when he threatens to kill you and the rest of the team.

I know.

[doesn't respond for a long time]

What would you do, Tyler?

[that's his way of saying 'I need help']

We stand together and fight.

[doesn't reply at first, snuffing out his cig, then slams his hands down on his desk and stands]

All right. Then we need to get our asses moving. C'mon, Tyler. We've got some work to do.

Wait.

We can't run into this. We need time to get prepare. We need to train and brief our officers and we need to get in contact with our allies on the Plane. More importantly, I want to try to sever the merger between Manchester and the Master's planet before this. I think... I think, between the two of us, we could manage this in a month.

If you can keep the Master from attacking the city for that long, then we'll only have to fight him on the Plane.

And how do you propose I do that?

Do you think you can avoid breaking off the deal for one more month?

I can. I don't want to, but I can.

What've you got in mind for knocking that bastard out of our reality?

You're going to look at me and call it 'Age of Aquarius bollocks,' but it worked for Hei. We have to force it to break with our minds. Imagine a wall around Manchester, that's the best way to do it. It's psychic, so I can probably get something to amplify it from one of the Doctors or the Twins. It's a lot of effort but I know we can manage it. We should try to spend as little time with the Master as we can to help it reverse.

So let me get this straight. You want me to think the bastard away? 'cause I've been doing that for months and the pain in the ass hasn't gotten any lesser.

Guv, that was a complete merge of our realities. I've been willing it for months too. But not concentrated. Not like this. We need psychic amplifiers.

If it doesn't work by the end of the month, at least we'll have the city ready to fight him.

...fine.

What do you want me to do?