"It's bad manners to have your feet on the table," the Master said bluntly, watching the Doctor eat the ice cream with a small frown because why would he do it in such an obscene manner... unless the idiot didn't realise. In which case, that was just funny and a little bit sad. Poor Bambi eyed Doctor and his idiotic naivety. The Master eyed his own for a moment before biting right into it.
Yes, biting. Maybe he could freeze himself to death. Or get an horrendous ice cream headache that would somehow remove him from this dull attempt at bonding. It was so obvious what the Doctor's intent was, he almost felt bad for him. Like this would ever work.
"He wants us to get on, probably," Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. "Not working. Having this freak near me makes me want to retch up my ice cream."
"Well, I've always had terrible manners." How was this news? The Doctor didn't care, so his feet stayed where they were and he held the cone still to drag his tongue along the ice cream finding the piece of chocolate that stuck out of it and giving it a little nibble before starting to suck on it. He curled his tongue halfway around the stick before pulling back, sighing with a roll of his eyes.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I just wanted ice cream. Ice cream is delicious. You should enjoy it!" He glanced at the Master, raising an eyebrow. "You're going to get brain freeze if you do that."
Jack was... having a difficult time focusing. Sexual tension and frustration really weren't the best bedfellows for Jack, and yet there they'd been night after night since the trip started. God, did he really just roll his eyes like that? God dammit.
"He hurt you, Doctor. He hurt me. He hurt people you and I both care about. I know that doesn't mean nothing to you." He sighed and did his best to hurry through his ice cream, however difficult the growing headache was making it.
He then turned to the Master, eyes narrowed. "I'll bet if I put my boot through your stomach that you'll retch too. Shall we give it a test?" He was already starting to his feet, making a deliberate point to focus on the Master.
The Master licked his ice cream with time, shooting Jack a look of sheer boredom because they were still on this topic? Woah, someone was holding a grudge. It didn't even really happen anyway so why did anyone care? Time was reversed, that counted as a null and made it moot. Or it did in his head anyway. Turning to the Doctor, he purposefully took a massive bite, right through the cone, ignoring how much that hurt his teeth. Dear God, how that hurt! His poor teeth.
And yet he didn't show it... okay, he flinched a little. Ice cream is very cold, okay? Chewing it thoroughly, he looked over at Jack's attempt at a threat with clear disinterest, knowing that this was probably going to lead to yet another fight he'd lose. "Doctor, you said this wasn't an excuse for Jack to get revenge. Could you please stop him from trying to? It's becoming a headache."
Then, licking his lips, he sat back thoughtfully. "If he kicks me in the face, do I have right to fight back? Am I allowed to do that, dear Doctor? Or do I get punished and he gets away with it? As usual. I'm starting to feel unloved and neglected here, like you two just fancied a punching bag. Most prisons would tut at your conduct here, you know?"
"Down, Jack." The Doctor put his feet down, just so he could jump up at any moment if he had to. "I know what he has done. But I've told you before: This isn't about revenge. It's not about punishment."
With an annoyed huff he turned to the Master, tilting his head to the side a little. "Stop being so melodramatic, if you were a punching bag you'd know it." He gave his ice cream a petulant little lick and he'd have regretted all of this, if not for the fact that banana ice cream tasted delicious. At least there was a bright side.
"We could talk about something that won't get anybody kicked. I don't know... Cricket?"
"Any prison would have given you a jumpsuit, and a cell with a hole to shit in," Jack snapped back. He wasn't happy about all of this. What was even the point? More importantly, how did the Master get to come out? It certainly couldn't have been on good behaviour, because the last time Jack had checked, shouting and destroying things was less than good behaviour.
"I haven't had time to keep up on sports," he grumbled, folding his arms and looking away. Seriously? Small talk? Was that what all of this was about? The Master was right; he was probably just trying to force them to get on with one another. "More of a football fan anyway."
"Oh here it comes, the prisoner lecture. Last week I wasn't a prisoner, the Doctor was 'helping' me. This week I'm a prisoner again. You two are very fickle," the Master lamented as he ate the rest of his cone and slumped back in his chair. No massive painful brain freeze, how disappointing. With a slight pout, he debated whether or not it was wise to try and kick Jack's feet under the table. Or the Doctors. Would it be funny or just end in a punch?
Probably a punch.
Keeping his feet still, he rolled his eyes at both of them. "I had to sit through a charity cricket match once, nearly died from the boredom. Lucy fell asleep half way through. They stopped playing when it rained slightly so I slipped out the back and left," the Master remarked with a slight frown on his face, feeling slightly annoyed that he agreed with Jack. Football was better. The frown soon turned into a smile when something dawned on him and he just had to laugh. A proper non-cruel laugh for once, what a miracle indeed.
"Did people who played cricket really used to wear that awful thing you did? You know, the creamish suit with the silly hat and celery. You said to me once it was a 'cricket outfit'."
"What football? The proper one or American? I haven't really followed sports much since..." The Doctor perked up at the Master's laugh and had to smile despite himself. "It was a historically accurate cricket outfit! Well, the celery was a bit of something extra, but it's always good to have celery around." He looked at Jack as if looking for his approval. "Very healthy, celery. Saved my life."
The Doctor decided that perhaps the best course of action was not to discuss the whole prison issue further. It wasn't as if they would get anywhere that way. Better to stick to something that might not end in violent disagreement, even if he'd rather not talk too much about his former self.
"You'd have liked me then, Jack. It was a good face."
Jack raised an eyebrow at the Doctor when he asked his question. "Proper football. Though I'm not averse to watching men tackle each other into the dirt, either."
The description of his former face was curious. Jack wondered to himself just how many he'd had before. He managed to get a peek at what must have been one of them when the Doctor was working for UNIT. Bit older. Too much frill for Jack's taste. Still, picturing the Doctor as he was now in a cricket uniform.. wasn't bad.
"You'll have to show me photos. I like a good face."
"Didn't save it for too long though, did it?" the Master remarked with an amused look. Those were the days when they had easier battles, mostly just poking each other to see who'd hurt who the most. The Doctor soon settled that query by setting him on fire, a charming way to settle an argument indeed. "Fair enough, I didn't know many Time Lords who could rock a vegetable as a broach."
Tilting back in his chair, it was his turn to put his feet up onto the table, pushing himself back so he was only on two leg instead of all four. He was basically asking to be tipped over.
"I liked you more then, you were fun. And less clingy," the Master mused with a slight sigh. Oh how he missed the harsher Doctor's. "And then you became that one. With the multicoloured coat. Dear Lord, what a lunatic. And people say I'm made, you were worse. The clothes, the hair, the volume control issues."
"I was blond," he told Jack, "Went well with the cream suit." A bit of vanity was allowed, wasn't it? He could appreciate some things about his past, he had enough trouble living with everything else.
"I'm not clingy. You just need an eye or two on you these days." That and he was a little clingy. The Doctor rubbed the back of his head, ending up tugging on his hair. "Well, yeah. I reckon I was going through something of a midlife crisis." The Doctor looked at Jack and flashed him a grin. "I'll show you the one with the cricket outfit if I can find something good, but the one after that... Well, let's just say the good thing about the outfit was that I was wearing it, so I didn't have to look at it that much."
Blond was difficult for Jack to picture. Multicoloured coat was even more difficult. He couldn't help but feel a little left out of the conversation, a bit like meeting up with your girlfriend's friends from uni. He didn't have anything to add, but he desperately wanted something to share.
"I kinda miss the leather jacket. Ears were nice too." He smiled. That had been the face he fell for. He still thought of it from time to time, but this one was good too. "Though, I think I like the hair better now. Sideburns, too. You're not quite as grumpy, either. It's nice."
"I think that's disconcerting personally," the Master mused, still tilting back in his chair on those two legs, eyes on the Doctor. He didn't focus on Jack, he didn't even want to look at the freak. He was annoyed enough as it was that Jack was describing a regeneration he didn't know. What an annoying little fact, a regeneration he didn't know. Rude.
"That you're not grumpy, I mean. You're usually grumpy. In my experience, when you're not grumpy and you seem so nice and pleasant, it means you're on the verge of a break down," the Master wasn't really set on this theory but he had pretty good evidence to support it. Plus he had a funny feeling that analysing the Doctor would piss either him or Jack off and that was just a picnic for him. "Then hell hath no fury when you lose your shit. I remember it with the fourth one of yours. Remember, big scarf, creepy grin? Seemed so nice and yet you were such a horrible creature inside."
Then, thoughtfully, he let his head roll back with a sigh. "I can't wait to see what happens when you snap. It'll be more fun than ice-cream and forgiveness."
While the Doctor really wasn't aware that Jack had just compared him to his girlfriend, he could guess that the man might feel left out and since he wanted to avoid that, he gladly jumped on the topic of his last regeneration, even if it made him scratch behind his ear with a grin. "Oh yeah, the ears. Well. I've still got the leather jacket somewhere, but I can't wear it without looking like I took it from my big brother." He lifted his hand to run it through his hair. "The hair is great though, last one was rather utilitarian. It worked at the time." The soldier, fresh from the time war. Best not to think about that too long. Instead he looked at the Master, eyes hardening at first before his face relaxed into a smile.
"Oh, I think you can wait. I can't recall you ever taking to being terrified." With a wide grin he bit off the edge of the cone, lapping up what came spilling out.
Big scarf, huh? Jack tried to picture it, but nothing was coming to mind except comically oversized scarves. He didn't know what to make of the Master's analysis, but for some reason, it didn't really sit well with him. Not that he was mad, really, just maybe a touch jealous. He could also see what the Master was talking about, and more than anything he was saying, that was what upset him the most. He hated agreeing with him.
Jack watched the Doctor nibble on his cone and decided to finish his own off with a couple of bites. "I think we could all do with a bit of waiting. I like my Doctor cute and harmless, and as much as I'd like to see you wet yourself," Jack said, looking straight over at the Master. "I think I'd rather savour that moment instead."
"A desire to see a grown man piss himself? Will your perverse mind ever cease," the Master mocked, not even willing to rise to the bait because yes, a few times he had felt that kind of horrendous fear that does indeed make one want to piss themselves and curl up into a fetal ball but fortunately for everyone, the Master usually opted for the cleaner and nicer method. Drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness, grovel if he had to and sometimes offer to change his ways. Usually worked, it had a seventy-five percent success rate.
"What will make you snap?" the Master asked with a frown, purposefully trying to ruin the nicer topic just to be a giant party crasher and absolute asshole. He hated playing nice, especially when he'd lost so horribly and was forced to be in the company of the man who'd defeated him. Brought out his pettiest side. "I mean you didn't snap over the genocide of most the population of Earth, the torture of your dearest friends and the mutilation of your favourite creatures. Or maybe you're teetering over that one, barely hanging on. And this whole sitting around having ice-cream bit is just your way of dealing with the ugly truth that you saved a monster for no other reason than your own pathetic longing.."
The Master grinned now, a very happy one, dropping his chair back down on all fours and resting his hand on the table, idly drumming his fingers in familiar beat. "Maybe you've already snapped and that's why you're so -- I don't know, weak? You give in far too easily." Pausing, he looked at the Doctor in a friendly manner, as if he hadn't just been poking him horribly for the past few moments. "Can I have more ice-cream?"
The Doctor regarded the Master silently for several moments, then he finally settled on a smile. "I've lived through pain I never thought I would this regeneration. I brought you back from the dead and if I could tear a wall down between universes, I'd do that, too. I don't need to snap to be crazy. Wouldn't call that harmless."
He turned to look at Jack, flashing him a brilliant smile. "Though I'll take 'cute'." With a shrug he gestured toward the freezer. "Help yourself, Master. I've asked you to eat ice cream, certainly won't stop you now."
Instead of letting the Master's words get to him he leaned back in his chair again, putting his feet back on the table. "Maybe if you eat enough you'll grow big and strong like my Jack."
Jack gave the Doctor a knowing look, knowing exactly what he'd do if he could tear down the walls of the universe. Okay, understandable, but who can blame him for being a little jealous? He did like the way that the Doctor smiled at him, though, so he smiled right on back at him.
"Unless he gets fat." Actually... "In fact, sure, eat more ice cream. Eat it all, in fact. I think I'd like you fat. Harder for you to try and slip out those tiny TARDIS doors."
"Funny, you're both so funny," the Master deadpanned as he reached up,grabbing the tub of ice cream and pulling it closer. Screw them both, he could eat all he bloody wanted. Time Lord biology was an amazing thing, so many handy dandy little tricks and cheats.
"Yours is he? Hmm, I thought you left him behind in an attempt to ditch him," the Master remarked bluntly, smiling at them both in good humour. Because hey, he'd been the Doctors before. Never ended well."I wouldn't celebrate... Its like a kiss of death. Being his. He ruins whomever he loves."
Well then. That hit a lot closer to home than he cared for. The Doctor closed his eyes and finished off his cone, using a full mouth as an excuse to not reply right away. Too much truth in that and he didn't need the Master of all people telling him.
Something that made him keep his distance from Jack, that was the reason he'd treated Martha so much worse than she deserved until it was too late and she left him. Rose. He wondered how Rose was doing. He'd never know.
Suddenly he'd have much preferred being alone. "Leave me some of the banana ice cream, will you?" He looked at the ice cream instead of anything else or anyone else, by now definitely regretting having called Jack his.
Jack clearly didn't seem to agree with the Master on this matter, but the way that the Doctor was sidestepping the conversation implied that it had gotten to him, even just a little. Jack had known the Doctor well enough to know his habits when it came to things getting to him.
"Then he must have loved the hell out of you," he said with a grin to the Master. "You're a mess, darling." Okay, so the Doctor may have abandoned him on that satellite, and maybe tried to ditch him by travelling to the end of the universe... but Jack was a mostly agreeable kind of guy, so why hold grudges?
"You're upset. You're also a dick. He's trying to be nice to you and you keep being a prick. And I know you really don't care, but he does. And you've got to deal with him. And fair warning, if the Doctor's upset, so am I."
The Master, because he was a total childish brat, purposefully pulled the banana flavoured ice cream over with the intent to eat it all. Even if he despised the taste of banana. Because if he was stuck here, miserable and bored, so would the Doctor be. And hopefully the freak too. Though he less wanted to bore Jack and more scare him. Or anger him. Honestly, he'd settle for endless unsettled annoyance.
With a bitter laugh, the Master smirked at Jack, unable to help himself. Well, he was right on the money. Look at what a life time of the Doctor's love and rejection did to a man. Well, that and the fact that he was just very happy when he hurt people. So many reasons why but why bore everyone with them? The Master had no intention of changing.
"Trying to be nice? What's nice about this? Imprisoned when I should be dead, locked alone all day with the drums tearing my mind apart and all the while he looks at me with such pity," the Master turned to the Doctor, a glare set on his face. "I don't care if I upset either of you. Honestly, it makes things all the more bearable for me. If I have to suffer here, so do you two. And trust me when I say I can do that."
Even psychologically, he knew he could ruin them both with time and the right ammo. "He's upset for a reason, you know? Can't even take the truth."
"I'm not being nice. You've said it yourself. Why would I be nice to you at this turn? For all you've done you don't deserve any better than to suffer." The Doctor seemed fairly in control of his feelings at the moment, although there was a slightly worrisome glance toward the ice cream. "If you ever become more like yourself again, your brilliant, beautiful self, then you won't think this is all that bad." He shrugged and put his feet down, leaning back in the chair. "If not, well. In that case I reckon you'll just have to keep suffering. Too bad, too. You could be so great."
The Doctor looked at him for a few moments longer, than he shook his head and turned to Jack. "You have an entirely too high opinion of me. No idea where that comes from." He smiled anyway, because Jack's presence made the Master's words have so much less impact. So much easier to put up a front when someone else was present. "Enough ice cream, I believe. But thank you for not hitting him."
The Doctor's words were actually rather surprising to Jack. He'd never heard him be so deliberately *mean* before. It was quite startling, actually. He swallowed and rested his cheek in his hand, listening to the Doctor.
"We worked with UNIT. They might have had some interesting things to say about you, but none of it was ever bad. Good group of people. Love the berets." Jack chuckled a little and ran a hand through his hair. "I would hit him, but it's honestly not worth it right now." He shot a narrowed gaze over to the Master. "Sometimes I wish you would get torn apart. I'd sell tickets to the event."
Until he was himself? What did that even mean? How could he be anything but what he was now? It was insane to expect the Master to be someone else, someone who didn't exist. With anger curling inside him, it took all his self control to not lash out at the Doctor. Instead, he calmly looked at him, fists clenched together. "The funny thing about the past is that you tend to look at it in rose tinted shades, believing a lie is possible. If you don't believe that this me is the real me then you clearly never paid that much attention. I've always been capable of all of this."
The Master rose to his feet, purposefully knocking the ice-cream of the table to spite the Doctor. Yep, there it went, banana ice cream all over the floor. All because he dared to compliment the man the Master had once been.
"It's funny really but all I needed was you to see all of this. I wanted to do so many brilliant beautiful things and then I met you. And you changed that. Now look at me!" the Master grinned an unhinged grin, turning his head to Jack with a laugh bubbling up inside him. "It's great to be 'his', isn't it? He loves to have friends, doesn't he? Not real friends, imaginary ones. Ones he makes up. Doesn't matter who we are or what we do. We have to fit his standard and do what he wants us to. Even if we aren't that person. Even if we can't be that person."
And the blunt fact of the matter was that the Master was not Koschei. And he wasn't that kind of man. Gritting his teeth, the Master shoved his chair back as far as he could, eyes back on the Doctor with a horrible feeling of bitterness and rejection. Rejection of the Doctor glorifying his youth and refusing to see the man he was.
"I'll glad suffer for all of time as long as you're suffering with me. We both deserve this, Doctor. We're going to rot in this rustbox forever and all because of you. Who knows, maybe the freak will outlive us both because we're not getting out of here any time soon, are we?"
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Yes, biting. Maybe he could freeze himself to death. Or get an horrendous ice cream headache that would somehow remove him from this dull attempt at bonding. It was so obvious what the Doctor's intent was, he almost felt bad for him. Like this would ever work.
"He wants us to get on, probably," Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. "Not working. Having this freak near me makes me want to retch up my ice cream."
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"Well, I don't know about you, but I just wanted ice cream. Ice cream is delicious. You should enjoy it!" He glanced at the Master, raising an eyebrow. "You're going to get brain freeze if you do that."
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"He hurt you, Doctor. He hurt me. He hurt people you and I both care about. I know that doesn't mean nothing to you." He sighed and did his best to hurry through his ice cream, however difficult the growing headache was making it.
He then turned to the Master, eyes narrowed. "I'll bet if I put my boot through your stomach that you'll retch too. Shall we give it a test?" He was already starting to his feet, making a deliberate point to focus on the Master.
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And yet he didn't show it... okay, he flinched a little. Ice cream is very cold, okay? Chewing it thoroughly, he looked over at Jack's attempt at a threat with clear disinterest, knowing that this was probably going to lead to yet another fight he'd lose. "Doctor, you said this wasn't an excuse for Jack to get revenge. Could you please stop him from trying to? It's becoming a headache."
Then, licking his lips, he sat back thoughtfully. "If he kicks me in the face, do I have right to fight back? Am I allowed to do that, dear Doctor? Or do I get punished and he gets away with it? As usual. I'm starting to feel unloved and neglected here, like you two just fancied a punching bag. Most prisons would tut at your conduct here, you know?"
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With an annoyed huff he turned to the Master, tilting his head to the side a little. "Stop being so melodramatic, if you were a punching bag you'd know it." He gave his ice cream a petulant little lick and he'd have regretted all of this, if not for the fact that banana ice cream tasted delicious. At least there was a bright side.
"We could talk about something that won't get anybody kicked. I don't know... Cricket?"
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"I haven't had time to keep up on sports," he grumbled, folding his arms and looking away. Seriously? Small talk? Was that what all of this was about? The Master was right; he was probably just trying to force them to get on with one another. "More of a football fan anyway."
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Probably a punch.
Keeping his feet still, he rolled his eyes at both of them. "I had to sit through a charity cricket match once, nearly died from the boredom. Lucy fell asleep half way through. They stopped playing when it rained slightly so I slipped out the back and left," the Master remarked with a slight frown on his face, feeling slightly annoyed that he agreed with Jack. Football was better. The frown soon turned into a smile when something dawned on him and he just had to laugh. A proper non-cruel laugh for once, what a miracle indeed.
"Did people who played cricket really used to wear that awful thing you did? You know, the creamish suit with the silly hat and celery. You said to me once it was a 'cricket outfit'."
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The Doctor decided that perhaps the best course of action was not to discuss the whole prison issue further. It wasn't as if they would get anywhere that way. Better to stick to something that might not end in violent disagreement, even if he'd rather not talk too much about his former self.
"You'd have liked me then, Jack. It was a good face."
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The description of his former face was curious. Jack wondered to himself just how many he'd had before. He managed to get a peek at what must have been one of them when the Doctor was working for UNIT. Bit older. Too much frill for Jack's taste. Still, picturing the Doctor as he was now in a cricket uniform.. wasn't bad.
"You'll have to show me photos. I like a good face."
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Tilting back in his chair, it was his turn to put his feet up onto the table, pushing himself back so he was only on two leg instead of all four. He was basically asking to be tipped over.
"I liked you more then, you were fun. And less clingy," the Master mused with a slight sigh. Oh how he missed the harsher Doctor's. "And then you became that one. With the multicoloured coat. Dear Lord, what a lunatic. And people say I'm made, you were worse. The clothes, the hair, the volume control issues."
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"I'm not clingy. You just need an eye or two on you these days." That and he was a little clingy. The Doctor rubbed the back of his head, ending up tugging on his hair. "Well, yeah. I reckon I was going through something of a midlife crisis." The Doctor looked at Jack and flashed him a grin. "I'll show you the one with the cricket outfit if I can find something good, but the one after that... Well, let's just say the good thing about the outfit was that I was wearing it, so I didn't have to look at it that much."
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"I kinda miss the leather jacket. Ears were nice too." He smiled. That had been the face he fell for. He still thought of it from time to time, but this one was good too. "Though, I think I like the hair better now. Sideburns, too. You're not quite as grumpy, either. It's nice."
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"That you're not grumpy, I mean. You're usually grumpy. In my experience, when you're not grumpy and you seem so nice and pleasant, it means you're on the verge of a break down," the Master wasn't really set on this theory but he had pretty good evidence to support it. Plus he had a funny feeling that analysing the Doctor would piss either him or Jack off and that was just a picnic for him. "Then hell hath no fury when you lose your shit. I remember it with the fourth one of yours. Remember, big scarf, creepy grin? Seemed so nice and yet you were such a horrible creature inside."
Then, thoughtfully, he let his head roll back with a sigh. "I can't wait to see what happens when you snap. It'll be more fun than ice-cream and forgiveness."
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"Oh, I think you can wait. I can't recall you ever taking to being terrified." With a wide grin he bit off the edge of the cone, lapping up what came spilling out.
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Jack watched the Doctor nibble on his cone and decided to finish his own off with a couple of bites. "I think we could all do with a bit of waiting. I like my Doctor cute and harmless, and as much as I'd like to see you wet yourself," Jack said, looking straight over at the Master. "I think I'd rather savour that moment instead."
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"What will make you snap?" the Master asked with a frown, purposefully trying to ruin the nicer topic just to be a giant party crasher and absolute asshole. He hated playing nice, especially when he'd lost so horribly and was forced to be in the company of the man who'd defeated him. Brought out his pettiest side. "I mean you didn't snap over the genocide of most the population of Earth, the torture of your dearest friends and the mutilation of your favourite creatures. Or maybe you're teetering over that one, barely hanging on. And this whole sitting around having ice-cream bit is just your way of dealing with the ugly truth that you saved a monster for no other reason than your own pathetic longing.."
The Master grinned now, a very happy one, dropping his chair back down on all fours and resting his hand on the table, idly drumming his fingers in familiar beat. "Maybe you've already snapped and that's why you're so -- I don't know, weak? You give in far too easily." Pausing, he looked at the Doctor in a friendly manner, as if he hadn't just been poking him horribly for the past few moments. "Can I have more ice-cream?"
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He turned to look at Jack, flashing him a brilliant smile. "Though I'll take 'cute'." With a shrug he gestured toward the freezer. "Help yourself, Master. I've asked you to eat ice cream, certainly won't stop you now."
Instead of letting the Master's words get to him he leaned back in his chair again, putting his feet back on the table. "Maybe if you eat enough you'll grow big and strong like my Jack."
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"Unless he gets fat." Actually... "In fact, sure, eat more ice cream. Eat it all, in fact. I think I'd like you fat. Harder for you to try and slip out those tiny TARDIS doors."
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"Yours is he? Hmm, I thought you left him behind in an attempt to ditch him," the Master remarked bluntly, smiling at them both in good humour. Because hey, he'd been the Doctors before. Never ended well."I wouldn't celebrate... Its like a kiss of death. Being his. He ruins whomever he loves."
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Something that made him keep his distance from Jack, that was the reason he'd treated Martha so much worse than she deserved until it was too late and she left him. Rose. He wondered how Rose was doing. He'd never know.
Suddenly he'd have much preferred being alone. "Leave me some of the banana ice cream, will you?" He looked at the ice cream instead of anything else or anyone else, by now definitely regretting having called Jack his.
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"Then he must have loved the hell out of you," he said with a grin to the Master. "You're a mess, darling." Okay, so the Doctor may have abandoned him on that satellite, and maybe tried to ditch him by travelling to the end of the universe... but Jack was a mostly agreeable kind of guy, so why hold grudges?
"You're upset. You're also a dick. He's trying to be nice to you and you keep being a prick. And I know you really don't care, but he does. And you've got to deal with him. And fair warning, if the Doctor's upset, so am I."
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With a bitter laugh, the Master smirked at Jack, unable to help himself. Well, he was right on the money. Look at what a life time of the Doctor's love and rejection did to a man. Well, that and the fact that he was just very happy when he hurt people. So many reasons why but why bore everyone with them? The Master had no intention of changing.
"Trying to be nice? What's nice about this? Imprisoned when I should be dead, locked alone all day with the drums tearing my mind apart and all the while he looks at me with such pity," the Master turned to the Doctor, a glare set on his face. "I don't care if I upset either of you. Honestly, it makes things all the more bearable for me. If I have to suffer here, so do you two. And trust me when I say I can do that."
Even psychologically, he knew he could ruin them both with time and the right ammo. "He's upset for a reason, you know? Can't even take the truth."
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The Doctor looked at him for a few moments longer, than he shook his head and turned to Jack. "You have an entirely too high opinion of me. No idea where that comes from." He smiled anyway, because Jack's presence made the Master's words have so much less impact. So much easier to put up a front when someone else was present. "Enough ice cream, I believe. But thank you for not hitting him."
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"We worked with UNIT. They might have had some interesting things to say about you, but none of it was ever bad. Good group of people. Love the berets." Jack chuckled a little and ran a hand through his hair. "I would hit him, but it's honestly not worth it right now." He shot a narrowed gaze over to the Master. "Sometimes I wish you would get torn apart. I'd sell tickets to the event."
I'm gonna ramble so yeah
The Master rose to his feet, purposefully knocking the ice-cream of the table to spite the Doctor. Yep, there it went, banana ice cream all over the floor. All because he dared to compliment the man the Master had once been.
"It's funny really but all I needed was you to see all of this. I wanted to do so many brilliant beautiful things and then I met you. And you changed that. Now look at me!" the Master grinned an unhinged grin, turning his head to Jack with a laugh bubbling up inside him. "It's great to be 'his', isn't it? He loves to have friends, doesn't he? Not real friends, imaginary ones. Ones he makes up. Doesn't matter who we are or what we do. We have to fit his standard and do what he wants us to. Even if we aren't that person. Even if we can't be that person."
And the blunt fact of the matter was that the Master was not Koschei. And he wasn't that kind of man. Gritting his teeth, the Master shoved his chair back as far as he could, eyes back on the Doctor with a horrible feeling of bitterness and rejection. Rejection of the Doctor glorifying his youth and refusing to see the man he was.
"I'll glad suffer for all of time as long as you're suffering with me. We both deserve this, Doctor. We're going to rot in this rustbox forever and all because of you. Who knows, maybe the freak will outlive us both because we're not getting out of here any time soon, are we?"
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