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.
Jack sighed. At least the Doctor was mostly all right. Recovering, but all right. With the threat of the small device in his shoe gone, Jack felt a little more comfortable with letting the Master go. Now came the question about what to do with him. "So now what?" He asked when he stepped round to help the Doctor up.
"He's right. We can't just leave him like this, and you didn't seem too keen on tossing him in a cell.. so what are the other options? Is there somewhere we can put him where we can keep an eye on him?" Jack glared back over his shoulder at the Master. "He's made it pretty clear that he can't be trusted to act on his own."
"I'm fine alone, I just don't like when you touch me with your disgusting freak hands," the Master remarked bluntly as he pulled himself up onto his feet, shaking his head to try and clear it. Woah, that last blow nearly knocked his brains out, how big were Jack's fists? Good thing he never took the cuffs off Jack on the Valiant or that year might of ended a little faster.
Looking at the collection of his things, the Master took their distraction of debating his future to try and use his foot to get his screwdriver back. If he used his shoe-free foot, he could get the screwdriver.
The Doctor sighed and looked back at the Master, then raised an eyebrow and watched for a while. When he had finally actually managed to roll the screwdriver around himself he stepped around Jack, still a bit unsteady on his feet, and bent to pick it up, allowing himself one smug grin directed at the Master.
"The TARDIS will have a room for him. And we can just have one of the monitors show it." He pocketed the laser screwdriver and shrugged. "Now the only question is how to get him there."
Jack watched the Doctor move, waiting for any unsteadiness in his step of signs that he might be more injured than previously thought. He shrugged and got to his feet, dusting himself off and straightening his trousers out. "I could carry him. It might actually be easier than if we both do. Four hands is a lot of places to try and wiggle free from. Unless..." He stepped over to the Doctor, making sure to get in close to tug his tie free from his suit and loosen the knot.
"We could use this for his legs at the very least. Can't get far if he can't move his feet, right?" Jack smiled, though, rather liking how close he'd put himself to the Doctor.
The Master growled without realising he was because it annoyed him to see that freak touching the Doctor. His Doctor. Almost baring his teeth, the Master tugged against the handcuffs, wishing he'd managed to get that screwdriver without being seen. These two were determined to annoy him to the brink of insanity. Which maybe too late given his mental state.
"Like to see you get close enough to tie it," the Master threatened as he pushed himself onto his feet, trying to stand up before they advanced. It'd be easier standing, he could kick more that way. And get a better aim. Plus no one could sit on his legs. "Come on freak, see how well and how fast you can tie a knot."
"Oh." Jack taking his tie off? Well, that was new. But the Doctor held still, letting it happen. He nodded then. "I suppose. Makes as much sense as anything."
He stepped around Jack toward the Master, feeling his throat a little awkwardly, still not sure what to make of the man just taking his tie off. It wasn't as if the action didn't add up with his words, but then there was the smile and, well. It was Jack. It was definitely Jack and nothing was ever innocent.
"You're making this so difficult. Look, we could just walk there together if you stopped behaving like a stubborn... kick boxer."
There was a snort and an amused smile from Jack at the Doctor's joke. It wasn't a great one, but that's part of what made it so funny. "Kick boxer?" He teased. Still, he turned back to the Master, pulling the silk tie through his fingers, rather enjoying the feeling while being as threatening as a man could be with a silk tie.
"So what'll it be?" He asked. "Behave and walk like a good boy? Or I tackle you and tie you up like a sheep and take you there whether you want to go or not."
"As much as I'd absolutely love to see you two even try to tie my feet together, I think I'll be a good boy. I'm ever such a nice guy when you give me a chance," the Master said with the fakest smile possible. His plan was simple and easy. Get uncuffed, punch Jack in the face as hard as he could, knock the Doctor down and leap out of the TARDIS.
No matter how he died, he has a resurrection set up and he'd be back on Earth in no time. It wasn't so much death as a long sleep. Besides, it was a thousand times better than being locked up here with the Doctor. No, that was the worst possible fate.
"Come on then, I'll behave. But you have to undo these cuffs so I can walk."
The Doctor looked over his shoulder back at Jack, raising one eyebrow meaningfully while he got out his sonic screwdriver. No, he didn't trust the Master, but he'd give it a shot and he was sure Jack was ready either way. He trusted him.
"Good. I don't want this to get any more painful for anyone." With that he turned back and walked around the pillar, aiming the screwdriver at the Master's cuffed hands and unlocking first one and then the other. Now to see what he'd do.
Jack looked somewhat disappointed when the Doctor decided to comply with the Master's request. That hadn't been what Jack meant at all! Still, here he was, being released, much to Jack's surprise.
"Wait, what? Are you serious?" Jack watched the Master closely, ready to pounce on him at even the slightest twitch toward the TARDIS doors or console. Did he seriously trust the Master not to escape after everything he just pulled to get his weapons off him?! Sometimes, Jack thought, the Doctor could be very, very stupid.
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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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"He's right. We can't just leave him like this, and you didn't seem too keen on tossing him in a cell.. so what are the other options? Is there somewhere we can put him where we can keep an eye on him?" Jack glared back over his shoulder at the Master. "He's made it pretty clear that he can't be trusted to act on his own."
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Looking at the collection of his things, the Master took their distraction of debating his future to try and use his foot to get his screwdriver back. If he used his shoe-free foot, he could get the screwdriver.
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"The TARDIS will have a room for him. And we can just have one of the monitors show it." He pocketed the laser screwdriver and shrugged. "Now the only question is how to get him there."
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"We could use this for his legs at the very least. Can't get far if he can't move his feet, right?" Jack smiled, though, rather liking how close he'd put himself to the Doctor.
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"Like to see you get close enough to tie it," the Master threatened as he pushed himself onto his feet, trying to stand up before they advanced. It'd be easier standing, he could kick more that way. And get a better aim. Plus no one could sit on his legs. "Come on freak, see how well and how fast you can tie a knot."
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He stepped around Jack toward the Master, feeling his throat a little awkwardly, still not sure what to make of the man just taking his tie off. It wasn't as if the action didn't add up with his words, but then there was the smile and, well. It was Jack. It was definitely Jack and nothing was ever innocent.
"You're making this so difficult. Look, we could just walk there together if you stopped behaving like a stubborn... kick boxer."
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"So what'll it be?" He asked. "Behave and walk like a good boy? Or I tackle you and tie you up like a sheep and take you there whether you want to go or not."
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No matter how he died, he has a resurrection set up and he'd be back on Earth in no time. It wasn't so much death as a long sleep. Besides, it was a thousand times better than being locked up here with the Doctor. No, that was the worst possible fate.
"Come on then, I'll behave. But you have to undo these cuffs so I can walk."
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"Good. I don't want this to get any more painful for anyone." With that he turned back and walked around the pillar, aiming the screwdriver at the Master's cuffed hands and unlocking first one and then the other. Now to see what he'd do.
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"Wait, what? Are you serious?" Jack watched the Master closely, ready to pounce on him at even the slightest twitch toward the TARDIS doors or console. Did he seriously trust the Master not to escape after everything he just pulled to get his weapons off him?! Sometimes, Jack thought, the Doctor could be very, very stupid.
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