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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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[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?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't say questioning is a bad thing, except sometimes it is. Yes, really. God, are you always this frustrating? Wait, no, I already know the answer.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he's not even bothered by the insults, he is just thinking this entire thing over, still conflicted]

It couldn't work. It could kill me.

[scratches the back of his neck and laughs, although he really finds nothing amusing about this really]

I might feel a little better about this entire thing if the Rani was about. She was always much better at biology.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sad to say, but someone failed to prevent the development of the Daleks when he had the chance, then committed genocide when his people lost a war to them. No Rani available.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[quiet for a moment and then seems to shrug it off]

Well, Romana found her way here. You never know.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Waiting for the right time would be more reasonable if your time wasn't limited.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[quiet for a moment]

It still feels wrong though, like cheating nature. One of those "what can never be" type things, but...

[he stops talking. he can't really feel what this is, if it is something that can never be, or if it something that could be, his mind can't seem to wrap around it]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You won't be able to tell until you become a Time Lord.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I guess I won't.

[and goes quiet once more, thinking]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It is, as always, your choice.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[quick to correct, in case the Master thinks that he doesn't want this]

I meant I won't be able to tell until...or if...

[goes quiet again]

What does yours tell you? I know you said I feel wrong now, but me as a proper Time Lord, does that feel right?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It doesn't tell me anything. All I sense is your limitations.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Me too.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You don't have to choose now, of course. I'm very patient, and I can wait centuries, if I must. You don't have that luxury, of course, but I'm sure your own sense of time will decide.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[nods still reeling from the entire idea]

Of course.

[he stares at his drink which has gone untouched since this conversation began. he doesn't think to touch it now]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[now back into his natural nonchalance, he grabs Handy's drink and sips from it]