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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[have some of the TARDIS wardrobe set out on the Plane. You might see things like this and this and this, along with all types of other clothes as well. Handy is going through it, looking for some clothes to get by before he replenishes his wardrobe. He holds a shirt up against his chest as he studies his reflection in a floor length mirror and then quickly tosses it aside, going back to sort through the racks of clothing]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You're going to make me beg again, aren't you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Unless you can come up with a better reason for me to give you the drink.t

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Would reminding you we had an agreement be a better reason?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That depends on how well you think you can argue the terms.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

This is exhausting.

[sighs]

Simply put, you stated that if I begged you would make me a drink. After three attempts, you finally agreed that my begging was adequate. Then you proceeded to make a drink, which according to our agreement by all rights belongs to me. It was a verbal agreement and by all accounts should be binding as such.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[is amused enough to hand the drink over]

I pity the day you come to trial.

Again.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[takes the drink and has a sip, and it is very good]

And there will be no again, so there's no need for pity.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

There will be quite a number of agains, knowing you.

[[he stops talking, because he was going to mention that the Doctor still has three lives worth of trials to get through, but Handy doesn't. It's very rare for the Master to look his best enemy in the face and see mortality]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Or maybe I've learned from those mistakes?

[takes a sip of his drink, and watches the Master for a moment]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It may be possible to genetically modify you, to make you Time Lord. I've never heard of it being done, but I've never heard of a metacrisis quite like you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and he is honestly shocked, to the point where he might have gotten a shade paler, which, is pretty impressive since he's all ready pale enough as is]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I realise that your mind's capacities are severely lessened, but I didn't think that I said anything too complicated.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You can't just play god like that. There are rules against that sort of thing.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

As I've said a hundred times at least to the other you, if we held to the rules, I would not be alive.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

This is different, you want to rewrite biology. It's -

[the only word he can think of is blasphemous, but he doesn't like that word very much and the audience doesn't seem quite right]

You don't just turn a human into a Time Lord.

[and this entire conversation is making him feel a little ill and very conflicted]

It's not done.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're not completely human, nor were you human to start with.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

And this entire idea sits well with you? Nothing at all feels wrong about it?

[his tone isn't accusatory or judgmental. If anything, it's earnest]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Nothing feels wrong about it. What feels wrong is you, as you are. Part-human, mentally deficient, stripped of your abilities, unable to regenerate - ageing, dying, more ephemeral than we've ever been.

That is wrong.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[quiet for a moment, seeming to be lost in thought, and then looks back up at the Master]

Is it possible?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I believe so.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What? Like with a chameleon arch?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We could incorporate that technology. We'd need help from a TTC, preferably your TARDIS.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

How would it work with the Doctor there? He'd probably try to put a stop to it, anyway.

[he looks a little ill again, doubt creeping back up on him, wondering if this is wrong]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Mine wouldn't. Or if he tried, I wouldn't listen.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Really?