realityshifted | A's got a girl for each season [B's got a mail-order bride]

[the Master and the Doctor appear together at the Astral Bar, bickering. No one should be surprised] Well, she's not that bad to put up with, is she? A bit mouthy, but you've picked up worse. The one of her here asked ever-so-nicely for me to take this one on, you know, so I don't mind. And anyway, if you happen to be acting particularly maddening, I can always use her as a hostage to put you back in line. It's a winning situation, I think.

You're not using her as a hostage. Frankly, I think she'd have a say in that first.

And I'd end up killing her because she's a very mouthy hostage, yes. It happens, I'm afraid. [the Master starts mixing a White Ballistic for himself, because he wants one]

[The Doctor wants one, too, but he's just eyeing the Master's] You haven't been slapped by her. You'd have to get through that first.

I'll draw her death out into something slow and painful, then. I keep telling you, Doctor, don't let any of your precious pets near me if you can't make them behave.

[the Doctor sighs and runs his hand through his hair] Her room is far, far away from yours, so you'll have to go out of your way to see her. Shouldn't be a problem.

Unless it becomes one, of course. You realise that there's only one good television lounge, and that I'm not sharing it with anyone. Except Lucy, of course.

You and Donna watch the same shows, don't you? Those sort of...popular things on in the daytime.

[for a long moment, he stares] I don't watch soap operas.

Oh. What about those talk ones?

No.

Well then, might need another television.

[the Master drinks his White Ballistic with a grin] My dear Doctor, the burden is entirely on you.

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[shivers delightedly, then smiles and whispers] Master.

[his smile widens, and he strokes her hair]

I hope you don't mind Donna too much. Miss Noble may be... abrasive, but he's had worse. And she would be a fair hostage, if it came to it. You know how the Doctor gets.

[tilts her head into his touch]

Well, I've met the one here. She seems interested in some of what I like, so I'm hoping she isn't too much of a boor. [laughs lightly] Yes, I know how he can be. A hostage sounds lovely.

We'll see how it goes, I suppose.

Mmmm, I suppose we shall.

What do you want to do tonight, Lucy?

I'd like to spend the evening with you, if I can. Perhaps we can take another walk? Or we can stay in for dinner, if you'd prefer.

Considering we're in the Vortex at present, a walk isn't a particularly good idea. If we land, we could go out, I suppose.

Do you have a planet in mind, or are we just aimlessly drifting again?

We're trying to follow the Dalek's movements, so not aimless, no. Just imprecise.

[frowns faintly] Harry? When you find them, can I help? I don't want to sit quietly in the TARDIS while you're out there. I want to do something. Can't I?

Not Daleks.

[without realising it, he has pulled away from her, letting go of her. He stands apart and alone, and there is something of the War in his eyes]

Never Daleks. They are a Time Lord's to fight.

But I'm your wife! Doesn't that mean anything?

You're not a Time Lord. You didn't fight the war.

Then let me fight this one. Please, Harry, I can be useful. Let me be with you. Let me help kill them. It's been so long since I've been able to kill something with you.

We can kill something else. Not Daleks.

[opens her mouth to protest, then draws back, lowering her head and nodding, brushing out her skirt absently] Something else, then. Fine. I won't ask again. I'm sorry, Harry.

Good girl.

[at this, he draws her into his arms again]

I'm sure that next time we go out, we can find something suitable.

[lets him hold her, nodding listlessly] Of course. I look forward to it, Harry.

[calmly]

How has the Doctor been?

[shrugs] I wouldn't know. You spend more time than I do with him, really. Which is just as well. I don't much care for the man, you know that.

The other Doctor, Lucy.

[she might -- might -- have lost a bit of her cool facade, but it's all back in place a second later] Annoying as ever, I'd assume. I haven't seen him in a while.

You went ice skating with him, Lucy. Don't tell me that's the end of it.

That was nothing, Harry, and it was a while ago. I don't want to upset you, so I've been keeping my distance from him. I thought you'd approve.

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