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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the ever-immaculate Master now looks rather dishevelled, so of course he's taking the moment to try to straighten his clothing out]

...He won't stop petting me.

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Who are you talking about? And who in the world would want to pet you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The Doctor.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

...what?

[and, slowly, it all begins to set in. cue a horrified TARDIS]

You...you've taken my reality, haven't you? If you so much as look at him, I swear...!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, what would you do? Glare at me?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[does just that, Master. and then slaps you across the face - hard] I do have a body now, you fool. I'd best not find anything out of place when I get my reality back or I will make sure you live the most uncomfortable remainder of a life imaginable.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grabs her wrist] The funny thing about bodies is that they're even easier to break than machines. [snaps her wrist]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[unlike last time, she can't keep from crying out, a broken scream breaking free and she scrabbles at his hand with her free one] R-release me...!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[does so] Much easier than ripping out mercury coil, you know. You should be very cautious.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[clutches her wrist, hunched over in pain, but still glares at him] I am not...afraid...of you...!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You should be.

[pulls out his screwdriver, twirling it, and then flicks a switch, revealing a blade]

You should be terrified.

[grabs her by the hair and runs the blade down her arm]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[actually bites back the scream this time, the arm not being cut trying to break his grip, which really doesn't work that well, considering her position and a broken wrist and MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF PAIN] You can't...you can't do this...! [gasps, fighting back tears] The Doctor will stop you...!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He shan't, as he can't.

Now.

[retracts the blade, putting his laser screwdriver away]

Be a good little machine and go away. I don't want to deal with misguided arrogance from a wreck of a thing, and if I have to, I'm afraid I shall take it out on the Eighth Doctor and perhaps create and early Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, and perhaps even Twelfth and Thirteenth if I'm particularly irritated.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[as much as she really, really, really wants to just rip the Master apart, she isn't willing to risk the Doctor's life, even for a hollow threat. the Master would never actually kill the Doctor and she knows this. so instead, she clutches her arm, steam rising from the wound as her wrist begins to heal itself, and snaps at him angrily]

He can and he will. Do not underestimate me or the bond we share.

[and she disappears]