Jack shrugged and smiled at the Doctor. "I'm sure there's an asteroid out there we could chain him to. I wouldn't mind that." Mostly a joke. Mostly. "Or we could tie him up to the outside of the TARDIS. Have him on a lead. Kind of ugly for a dog, though."
He then turned to the Master, looking bored. "This is a big TARDIS. I'm sure we've got a bucket round here somewhere."
"There's only one person who can survive a journey outside the TARDIS, Captain, and we both know it's not him." The Doctor turned around to face the Master fully, studying for a while as he considered. "I'll find you a room somewhere." Room, because it sounded better than cell and because, quite honestly, he very likely wouldn't throw him into a cell. The TARDIS however might. Gladly would, probably.
"I just can't let you leave it. Not yet." He had hopes, high hopes. In time, he'd be able to trust the Master. They were so much to each other. The Doctor also knew that Jack would disagree with his leniency, but then, if it wasn't for Jack he'd probably still let himself get beaten up.
"Bucket? Oh but I have such poor aim, I'd get it everything. I hope you enjoy cleaning that sort of thing up," Yes, he was so unable to do anything that his best threat was pissing around the TARDIS. Not like he'd actually do it, mind. He had dignity... to a degree. But seriously, all he needed was a chance and a weapon, then he'd be fine.
"A room? What, is that it? You're going to lock me away?" the Master rolled his eyes, looking more fed up than anything. "Good. I'm fed up of hearing you talk anyway. And looking at the freak, he makes me nauseated. Just give me a book or something, I don't want to be bored half to death."
The suggestion also surprised Jack, not having expected the Doctor to just... let him free. Surely the Doctor was smarter than that.
"Are you saying you're just gonna let him go? Come on, you can't be serious with that. He's insane and he's not going to let you get away with this... What makes you think he won't tear apart his little cell to find a way out?"
"Nothing makes me think that. I just know the TARDIS wouldn't be that kind to him." Indeed, there was a disapproving hum from the console that suggested that the TARDIS was really more on Jack's side in this argument. The Doctor glanced back at the console and bit down on his lower lip, letting out a groan of frustration while reaching up to tug at his hair.
"I can't keep them on! What if I do need to take a leak? Or I have an itch? Or even if my shoe lace comes undone? Plus eventually my arms will strain," the Master complained because he wasn't being ignored during this debate of his future. He wanted to have a say in how he was locked away. He needed his hands free... so he could do exactly what Jack assumed he would. Tear apart his cell and find a way out. As you do.
"You said this wasn't revenge. It's cruel to keep someone handcuffed. Even human's have a whole law about how long you can do that to someone," Yes, using the Doctor's favourite race against him. Seemed like the best plan right now. "Leave me loose and let me have a room. I'll be good, honest!"
The Master had a point, and as much as Jack honestly didn't care about his discomfort, he knew that the Doctor did. "Wouldn't do much good to keep him handcuffed in front... Limited mobility, but he'd be able to do just about anything he'd normally be able to do if they weren't."
He folded his arms, struggling to think of a solution to the situation. If this were the Hub in Cardiff, he'd have him just chucked into one of those cells. Cement walls, bulletproof glass. Inelegant, but effective.
"...then what do you suggest, Captain?" It was the closest he could do to discounting the Master's opinion, not that he actually did any such thing. In fact, after that first attempt he still had to look back at the Master, arching an eyebrow at him. "Oh, please. You've never been good. Neither of us has."
He kept the oncoming wave of nostalgia at bay, barely, mostly by turning to face Jack once more. "Any ideas?"
"I was good once. Then I met you," the Master mused, a fond look on his face because hey, it had a grain of truth to it. Though it was vastly more complicated and a lot more his fault than he made it sound. "I can be good again. If you put me in a room with my hands uncuffed, I'll behave. I mean you can't watch me twenty four hours a day, you'll get bored and I'll get bored. So let's just leave me to it, hmm?"
Let him roam free in his room to slowly but surely find his own way out and completely trash the TARDIS in the process. "Oh dear, you have tripped yourself up here, haven't you? I mean what else can you do but lock me in a room? Tying me up all day would be cruel and I assume free roam is dangerous. So what's it to be, Doctor?"
Jack tapped his chin in thought, watching the Master and considering his options. Ideally, he'd just like to toss him out the front doors at the next opportunity, but the Doctor wasn't going to like that suggestion. Instead, Jack just shrugged.
"Well, in Cardiff, whenever we have a particularly uncooperative prisoner, we just lock him in a cell. Cement, a raised portion to sleep on, some glass and a steel door with an magnetic lock." He looked the Master over. "He hasn't got any tools on him, has he? That might not end well if he does."
For a few seconds the Doctor just shot Jack a horrified look - the idea of prison never really appealed to him, but the idea of the Master trapped in a place like that... With the way he felt about him right now, he certainly couldn't let that happen.
Tools. Alright, good, something else to focus on before returning to that dilemma. "Tools, yeah. Search him, will you? Should still have the laser screwdriver at least." He lifted a hand to rub the back of his head. "And, er, if he gives you trouble you can hit him again, I suppose." That hadn't been easy to say.
A laser screwdriver was the start of it. He had a lot of things in his pockets. Jacket's came with a lot of handy-handy inside pockets for items like his screwdriver, some sweets, a little knife set, two mini detonators and one little harmless microbomb. All of which he seriously didn't want to part ways with. There was no chance in hell he was ever going to give them up without a fight.
Even if he had to kick, hit and bite, he was determined to keep his weapons. "Did you -- did you just give him permission to hit me?" the Master asked, feeling rather betrayed by that. That wasn't fair! He was tied down, what was he meant to do. And besides, it was his stuff. "Why don't you come and get them yourself, Doctor? Come on, you coward. You pathetic little rat, hiding behind the freak."
How dare the Doctor get himself a body guard! How was that fair? "You and your human shields. Is that why you always pick them up? Handy tools, aren't they? Dumb apes."
Oh boy. Jack couldn't lie: there was a certain bit of joy he felt at the prospect of being able to defang the Master and rid him of all of his toys. He was certain that the Master was going to fight back, so he slipped round back of him to frisk him and find out where he kept all of his little toys.
"Relax. If you don't struggle or make a fuss, I won't hurt you. That's where you and I are different." His hand dove into the Master's pockets and into his suit jacket to pull out his little gadgets and handing them out to the Doctor. "See, I know when to stop. I know what's fair. You, however, seem to blow right past that barrier, and while I might not be great or even close to perfect, I'm still a hell of a lot better than you are."
"It's not like that. I'm just trying to keep all of us from getting hurt." The Doctor gingerly touched his bruised face, wincing a little. "Well, hurt more."
He stepped just close enough to take the items from Jack, frowning as he held the laser screwdriver. After a second he took out his sonic one, holding it next to the laser with a very pronounced frown. "Yours is bigger."
He definitely disapproved of that. "You can have the sweets back if you want."
They were taking his stuff. His stuff. To say the Master was angry would be an understatement. And the very fact that Jack was behind him made it all the harder to take revenge. How could he headbutt him back there? Great. Seeing the Doctor playing with his screwdriver just annoyed him because hell, it was his! How was any of this fair? He only hurt a few couple hundred thousand unimportant people.
"Oh shut up Freak, no one cares how moral you are. The Doctor's been telling me what a saint he is for centuries now. Didn't give a damn with him and I don't with you either" the Master rolled his eyes, giving the Doctor an unhappy look because what a coward he was. Using Jack to rob him from behind... and take his jelly babies.
Once he felt Jack removing the microbomb, the Master let his pettiness take control and he slid his leg back as far as he could, raising his foot and purposefully stamping as hard as he could on what he assumed should be Jack's foot. Then, perhaps in vain, he stained his arms back to try and hit Jack in ... whatever place it would line up too. Like he'd just stand here and take such indignation.
Jack cried out when his foot was stomped on and swiftly wrapped one arm around his neck to put him in a choke hold. Not enough to cause damage, but definitely enough to restrict his breathing. "Listen. You can either be a good boy and stand still while I take all of your little toys away," he hissed into his ear, tightening his hold. "Or I can wait until you pass out and take them from you anyway, except this time when you wake up, you'll find you've got a little less range of movement."
It wasn't something he'd talked too much about with the Doctor, but Jack did have a history of dealing with uncooperative prisoners and being very, very good at his job. Sure, his particular area might have been information extraction, but he was more than certain that the same skills could be applied here.
The Doctor put one hand in his pocket, blowing up his cheeks and swaying just a little from his heels to his toes while debating how he felt about this.
"We can hold our breath for a long time. It'd be a while before he passes out." He let out a deep breath of his own stepping forward and running his fingers through his hair before quickly pretty much placing himself on the Master's lap to keep his legs down while he finished going through his pockets.
"Oh, is that a bomb? Did you build it?" He pulled out his glasses before giving it a closer look. "It's beautiful, you always did excellent work."
Okay, this was mildly painful but mostly just annoying and awkward. The Master strained his neck to try and get away from Jack's hold, wriggling himself a little higher so he could croak out a very feeble. "Yes, mine," to make sure he got proper credit for everything he made. It hardly sounded like he could breath but rest assured, he could just about grasp one mouthful before it tightened again. Then it was more a matter of waiting and trying not to bruise his neck too much.
It'd be a good hour before he couldn't breath.
He nudged his foot out at the Doctor, trying to knock him off as he wriggled about in the hold, trying to free himself. Everyone was trying to take his toys, this was officially the worst... boy he hoped they didn't find the portable micro transmat in his shoe. That was his best bet at escaping.
Jack sighed as the Master struggled, tightening and readjusting his hold on him. He wasn't sure exactly how long it would take him to pass out, but he was sure that the Doctor would be able to tell him when it became dangerous to keep holding him. He looked down at the Doctor, frowning.
"You know him better than anyone," he said with a casual tone as if this ordeal wasn't anything other than somewhat annoying paperwork. "Do you know all of his hiding places? Do you think we need a strip search?"
"Well... I don't think he's still stuffing things down his trousers." More than that, he'd really like to avoid the awkwardness of that particular search. He thought about it, rubbing his neck with a shrug. "Should probably check the shoes." He watched the Master's face for a reaction, then he turned around and trailed the sonic along one foot and then the oth... "Oh, there we go. What is it? This is like hunting Easter eggs, don't you think?"
So, yes, the professional sentiment didn't quite settle in for him. He pulled himself up a little to stay on one knee and pull his shoe off.
Oh no. Not his shoes. Oh fuck, not the right shoe. Biting his lower lip, the Master struggled again in annoyance, unable to properly kick the Doctor in the face before his shoe was removed and the very tiny transmat fell right out and between the grating of the TARDIS, disappearing down somewhere into the wiring. His last chance to escape... gone. The Master stared for a very long time, just letting it all sink in. The horrible unpleasant feeling that he was entirely disarmed and entirely trapped.
Then finally, he acted, unable to dwell on such an ugly realisation. Looking down, he took note of how the Doctor was sitting and with the most amused smirk possible, he knew what he could do to get revenge. Swiftly but firmly bringing his knee up as hard as he could, he slammed it full force into the Doctor's balls.
Alright, that was an unexpected and very sharp burst of pain that didn't seem to have any hurry letting up. The Doctor yelped, ending in a rather pathetic whimper and fell on his side, hands between his legs as he curled up, panting from pain. For the moment that was about all he was focusing on.
Jack hadn't quite expected the Master to lash out like that. He momentarily tightened his hold but decided it might be better to take a more direct route. It'd make him feel better, anyway. Without a word, Jack released him, but just as soon as he was loose, clubbed the Master in the back of the head with the side of his fist.
"The more you struggle, the less pleasant this whole experience is going to be," he growled. With a sympathetic look, he glanced to the Doctor. God that looked painful. "You going to be okay over there?"
The Master was seeing stars after that one, eyes rolling in his head as he tried to refocus. It was funny really because while it hurt like hell, was entirely worth it. That was a beautiful hit, right in the soft spot and judging by that glorious whimper, it hurt like hell. Even though his head felt like it could explode after that hit, he had to laugh. It was brilliant, the perfect revenge.
"Oh Rassilion, your face!" the Master laughed, grinning smugly at Jack just to show how little he cared. Hey, he was having a terrible time anyway, may as well struggle and hurt people. "That had to hurt!"
"Uh-huh." That was all the reply to Jack he managed at first, only slowly uncurling, still keeping his hands in front of himself just in case. "Gods..." The Doctor turned his head to glare at the Master. "If my next regeneration is a woman, we'll know what caused it." Alright, if he had been in less pain this would have almost been funny. In some ways they couldn't get out of the schoolboy stage it seemed.
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He then turned to the Master, looking bored. "This is a big TARDIS. I'm sure we've got a bucket round here somewhere."
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"I just can't let you leave it. Not yet." He had hopes, high hopes. In time, he'd be able to trust the Master. They were so much to each other. The Doctor also knew that Jack would disagree with his leniency, but then, if it wasn't for Jack he'd probably still let himself get beaten up.
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"A room? What, is that it? You're going to lock me away?" the Master rolled his eyes, looking more fed up than anything. "Good. I'm fed up of hearing you talk anyway. And looking at the freak, he makes me nauseated. Just give me a book or something, I don't want to be bored half to death."
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"Are you saying you're just gonna let him go? Come on, you can't be serious with that. He's insane and he's not going to let you get away with this... What makes you think he won't tear apart his little cell to find a way out?"
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"What if I kept the handcuffs on him?"
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"You said this wasn't revenge. It's cruel to keep someone handcuffed. Even human's have a whole law about how long you can do that to someone," Yes, using the Doctor's favourite race against him. Seemed like the best plan right now. "Leave me loose and let me have a room. I'll be good, honest!"
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He folded his arms, struggling to think of a solution to the situation. If this were the Hub in Cardiff, he'd have him just chucked into one of those cells. Cement walls, bulletproof glass. Inelegant, but effective.
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He kept the oncoming wave of nostalgia at bay, barely, mostly by turning to face Jack once more. "Any ideas?"
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Let him roam free in his room to slowly but surely find his own way out and completely trash the TARDIS in the process. "Oh dear, you have tripped yourself up here, haven't you? I mean what else can you do but lock me in a room? Tying me up all day would be cruel and I assume free roam is dangerous. So what's it to be, Doctor?"
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"Well, in Cardiff, whenever we have a particularly uncooperative prisoner, we just lock him in a cell. Cement, a raised portion to sleep on, some glass and a steel door with an magnetic lock." He looked the Master over. "He hasn't got any tools on him, has he? That might not end well if he does."
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Tools. Alright, good, something else to focus on before returning to that dilemma. "Tools, yeah. Search him, will you? Should still have the laser screwdriver at least." He lifted a hand to rub the back of his head. "And, er, if he gives you trouble you can hit him again, I suppose." That hadn't been easy to say.
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Even if he had to kick, hit and bite, he was determined to keep his weapons. "Did you -- did you just give him permission to hit me?" the Master asked, feeling rather betrayed by that. That wasn't fair! He was tied down, what was he meant to do. And besides, it was his stuff. "Why don't you come and get them yourself, Doctor? Come on, you coward. You pathetic little rat, hiding behind the freak."
How dare the Doctor get himself a body guard! How was that fair? "You and your human shields. Is that why you always pick them up? Handy tools, aren't they? Dumb apes."
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"Relax. If you don't struggle or make a fuss, I won't hurt you. That's where you and I are different." His hand dove into the Master's pockets and into his suit jacket to pull out his little gadgets and handing them out to the Doctor. "See, I know when to stop. I know what's fair. You, however, seem to blow right past that barrier, and while I might not be great or even close to perfect, I'm still a hell of a lot better than you are."
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He stepped just close enough to take the items from Jack, frowning as he held the laser screwdriver. After a second he took out his sonic one, holding it next to the laser with a very pronounced frown. "Yours is bigger."
He definitely disapproved of that. "You can have the sweets back if you want."
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"Oh shut up Freak, no one cares how moral you are. The Doctor's been telling me what a saint he is for centuries now. Didn't give a damn with him and I don't with you either" the Master rolled his eyes, giving the Doctor an unhappy look because what a coward he was. Using Jack to rob him from behind... and take his jelly babies.
Once he felt Jack removing the microbomb, the Master let his pettiness take control and he slid his leg back as far as he could, raising his foot and purposefully stamping as hard as he could on what he assumed should be Jack's foot. Then, perhaps in vain, he stained his arms back to try and hit Jack in ... whatever place it would line up too. Like he'd just stand here and take such indignation.
"Get off my stuff, it's rude to pry."
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It wasn't something he'd talked too much about with the Doctor, but Jack did have a history of dealing with uncooperative prisoners and being very, very good at his job. Sure, his particular area might have been information extraction, but he was more than certain that the same skills could be applied here.
"Are we clear?"
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"We can hold our breath for a long time. It'd be a while before he passes out." He let out a deep breath of his own stepping forward and running his fingers through his hair before quickly pretty much placing himself on the Master's lap to keep his legs down while he finished going through his pockets.
"Oh, is that a bomb? Did you build it?" He pulled out his glasses before giving it a closer look. "It's beautiful, you always did excellent work."
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It'd be a good hour before he couldn't breath.
He nudged his foot out at the Doctor, trying to knock him off as he wriggled about in the hold, trying to free himself. Everyone was trying to take his toys, this was officially the worst... boy he hoped they didn't find the portable micro transmat in his shoe. That was his best bet at escaping.
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"You know him better than anyone," he said with a casual tone as if this ordeal wasn't anything other than somewhat annoying paperwork. "Do you know all of his hiding places? Do you think we need a strip search?"
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So, yes, the professional sentiment didn't quite settle in for him. He pulled himself up a little to stay on one knee and pull his shoe off.
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Then finally, he acted, unable to dwell on such an ugly realisation. Looking down, he took note of how the Doctor was sitting and with the most amused smirk possible, he knew what he could do to get revenge. Swiftly but firmly bringing his knee up as hard as he could, he slammed it full force into the Doctor's balls.
There! Finally some proper revenge.
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"The more you struggle, the less pleasant this whole experience is going to be," he growled. With a sympathetic look, he glanced to the Doctor. God that looked painful. "You going to be okay over there?"
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"Oh Rassilion, your face!" the Master laughed, grinning smugly at Jack just to show how little he cared. Hey, he was having a terrible time anyway, may as well struggle and hurt people. "That had to hurt!"
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