"Bit better than that, but it's none of your business." Damn, so he didn't hear. He'll just have to try harder next time. While the coffee brewed, Jack turned and folded his arms, watching the Master. He looked absolutely pathetic as he sulked against the fridge. Jack rolled his eyes and crossed over to the refrigerator to open it for him. "What do you need from inside?" He held the door open for him, just in case the TARDIS decided to shut it on him. What was better for the Master in this case was better for everyone else involved. His whining sometimes had the habit of being destructive.
"I don't need your help," The Master sneered on reaction, though he did swiftly take the milk from the fridge before it snapped shut on him, glaring darkly at Jack as he slid it along the counter. He really didn't, it wasn't his fault the fridge didn't work. The Master reached over to the top of the fridge to retrieve one of the cereal boxes, pausing only when he realised he had both milk and cereal but no utensils to eat it with and no bowl to store it in.
With an annoyed frown like he was trying to fix a grand problem, the Master opened the cereal box and tried to see just how stable it'd be to just add the milk right into it. Not like he'd have to tidy any mess he makes. "A bit better than a wank? On here? What did you do then, hump the TARDIS? Not that I'd be shocked. You humans, you'll do anything for a bit of friction."
"Well, no, but it would explain why she's being so nice to me this morning, wouldn't it?" He couldn't keep the smug look from his face. He knew how upset the Master would be if he found out what happened... but Jack was never one for kissing and telling. "You should give it a try sometime. Might make you a bit friendlier."
Jack moved to pull a tray from a cupboard and set to making toast, humming a little song to himself because, dammit, he was just in that good of a mood. "Question is, why are you so grumpy this morning? I mean, aside from you being you."
With a look of loathing the Master put the box back down and returned to the cupboards, trying to pull it open so he could get himself a spoon at the very least. It was a nice distraction from Jack being his infuriating self. All happy and humming, all he wanted to do was burn that smile off his face with his laser screwdriver. Who knew what happened to his weapons now?
"Oh yes, what a grand puzzle. How could I ever be sad here? On the TARDIS with that moron and a revolting freak," the Master remarked with a level of disgust, yanking the draw a little hard to try and vent some of his frustrations. "It's a paradise, of course. Very little amusement here. Other than making the Doctor reach that point where he very almost nearly looks like he'll cry."
There was an amused smile shot right at Jack because hell, that was all he really had lately. Upsetting these two. "It's also rather entertaining what you fawn over the Doctor. Well, I say entertaining. More pathetic. Like a badly written soap opera."
While the bread toasted, Jack got himself some butter and jam. The Master's comment gave him pause, however, and he regarded him with little more than a stare and a raised eyebrow at first. Is that what he'd thought Jack was after all this time? How silly. He shrugged his shoulders and set to fixing his toast when the bread popped from the toaster.
"What makes you say that?" He asked. He understood that the Master was just taking out his frustrations on Jack, but he still had to wonder... "Are you jealous?"
"Because you'd have to be blind to not think you're not crushing on him. Not your fault, all the apes crush on him," the Master assured him with a mocking look of pity, shoving a handful of cereal into his mouth because clearly he wasn't getting a spoon or bowl any time soon. And this was essentially the first food he'd had in a while, discounting that terrible ice cream.
With the cockiest smirk he could muster, the Master simply couldn't resist going there. "Jealous? Oh please. Been there, done that, lost interest," He really didn't have to explain much more than that, the point had been made. Hopefully. "It was a fun way to kill some time, I suppose."
"I never said I wasn't. I thought it was pretty obvious myself. Still don't see the problem." Ah, finally, the coffee was done. Jack poured himself and the Doctor each a mug and set it on the tray. Something was missing.... Ah.
"That's not the way he told it. He seemed to think you were rather fond of him, actually." Now how would Jack know about that? More importantly, why would it even come up? Questions, questions. With a smile, Jack found a single banana and set it on one of the Doctor's plate with his toast. Jack didn't much care for them. "You sound insecure. Not really all that menacing to be honest." He shrugged a shoulder and picked up the tray, starting back out with it.
"He thinks everyone is fond of him because of morons like you who flatter is his ego," Not like the Master was horribly hung up on him or anything, oh no, that's be ridiculous. He had himself yet another handful of cereal, about to shove it in his mouth, when he noticed that banana and suddenly it all just clicked.
The banana, the way Jack was talking and acting, the two coffees. "You've got to be kidding me," the Master snapped, dropping the cereal from his hand and fighting the urge to run at Jack just because. "You fucked him, didn't you? Oh for the love of Rassilon, really? He's that lonely?"
The Master started to follow Jack, following his paces because this wasn't beyond unfair. "I've been sitting in a room, bored out of my skull, while you two are fucking?"
Oh, good. He figured it out. Jack had to bite his tongue and resist the urge to rub it in his face. He was classier than that, he always thought, and thought the Doctor might be embarrassed to have Jack behave badly as well. "I said it was none of your business," he said firmly.
Oh, God, and he was following him now, too. "No one said you had to sit and be bored. I'm sure the Doctor would love to take you places if he could trust you off your lead for five seconds." Jack rolled his eyes and turned to face the Master.
"Oh please, like he'd take me anywhere interesting. I get parks and fluffy happy lands, you get laid. That just shows it, doesn't it? The human biased," He didn't stop following him because the only place Jack could go is to the Doctor and he was very happy to kill whatever moment they were having and try to make the Doctor regret this. How dare he have fun when the Master was just stuck here like some ignored and abandoned pet.
The Master didn't back down, why ever would he? A smart man would back down, not a petty and perhaps slightly jealous man who personally felt wounded that he wasn't getting laid but apparently everyone else was.
"Yes, there's a big problem here, freak. I think I would very much like to address the Doctor on the tiny little matter of him fucking some horrendous fixed point," the Master spat out, not even making it subtle what his intent was because he was here to make them both suffer, not back down when they were having fun. "And Rassilon, could you be any more pathetic? You know he doesn't care, right? I mean call me crazy but I think he set the tone for things when he abandoned you. What you're getting now? Pity sex. Oh he must of loved to soothe his guilt and you're just so easy for that, aren't you?"
Jack had had worse things spat at him before, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He narrowed his eyes at the Master, waiting as patiently as he could manage. He didn't know what his relationship with the Doctor would be now; he didn't expect it to blossom into anything romantic, but a steady partner to keep loneliness at bay would certainly be nice. The words stung, but Jack was a pro at taking his abuse by now.
"Are you done?" He bit back as calmly as he could. Were the Master paying attention, however, Jack's cool would have easily been betrayed by the white knuckles Jack kept while holding onto the tray. "It happened. I'm sorry if you're hurt by it, but honestly? Not my problem. And I couldn't care any less than I do now about you and your feelings. You did plenty to hurt me, so if having sex with the Doctor is what it takes to hurt you back, then I'm glad to do it again and again."
"I'm not hurt, why the hell would I be hurt by this?" the Master didn't even like the suggestion that he was hurt by this freak. He wasn't about to back off or anything, not when the suggestion was that he was some sad jealous little loser who was fawning after the Doctor. Like he was Jack or something. No, he wasn't that pathetic at all. "I just think it's pathetic. And annoying. I mean fooling around, really? How is that fair. You bring me back to life so I can be locked away while you two fuck like horny teenagers."
Then something came to him. Something he was certain he could use because, hey, it had worked last time. And he was pretty sure he knew the perfect things to say by now to get to Jack. To wriggle under his skin and expose all of those little issue and vulnerability.
"What would Ianto say?" the Master mused aloud, a small smile forming on his face. "You know, that boyfriend of yours? He is your boyfriend, isn't he? He seemed to like. Loyal to the end, if I recall correctly. And you were so heartbroken when I ended him," That had to mean something, right? "What would he make of this? You, off somewhere else, fucking the Doctor."
Jack was about to open his mouth to say something, but the mention of Ianto shut him up immediately. It wasn't that he was upset -- really, he wasn't. But the fact that he even dared bring him up at all was somewhat alarming, and showed Jack, at least in his mind, just how upset the Master really was with him.
"I really don't have to explain anything to you or to anyone. Don't sit here and pretend that you're so sad for him when you were happy to end his life." Jack shook his head. "I don't have time for this. It's stupid." He then turned from the Master and heading back in the direction of his room again. Maybe there was time to salvage this morning still.
"I'm not sad for him, he's annoying. I'm just pointing out the obvious here. You're off fucking around, abandoning everyone else so you can have a fling with the Doctor of all people. Did you not forget the whole ditching you and making you a freak thing? Or does that turn you on?" No, the Master hadn't turned away yet, he was following Jack still because yes, he was going to make a big, loud and very annoying point about this. He wasn't the kind of person who handled this kind of news well.
The closer they got to what he recalled being Jack's room, the more agitated he became, banging his hand loudly on the wall as they walked along, as if to draw as much attention as possible from the Doctor.
"Doctor? Hope you like breakfast! You're one night stand is coming!" the Master yelled obnoxiously because yes, he was a child. Oh yes, a pathetic childish thousand year old Time Lord who was no longer able to kill and destroy so instead, here he was, being annoying. With a lot of hang ups when it came to the Doctor and anything to do with him enjoying himself. "Oh dear, am I ruining the surprise declaring it? What a shame!"
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With an annoyed frown like he was trying to fix a grand problem, the Master opened the cereal box and tried to see just how stable it'd be to just add the milk right into it. Not like he'd have to tidy any mess he makes. "A bit better than a wank? On here? What did you do then, hump the TARDIS? Not that I'd be shocked. You humans, you'll do anything for a bit of friction."
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Jack moved to pull a tray from a cupboard and set to making toast, humming a little song to himself because, dammit, he was just in that good of a mood. "Question is, why are you so grumpy this morning? I mean, aside from you being you."
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"Oh yes, what a grand puzzle. How could I ever be sad here? On the TARDIS with that moron and a revolting freak," the Master remarked with a level of disgust, yanking the draw a little hard to try and vent some of his frustrations. "It's a paradise, of course. Very little amusement here. Other than making the Doctor reach that point where he very almost nearly looks like he'll cry."
There was an amused smile shot right at Jack because hell, that was all he really had lately. Upsetting these two. "It's also rather entertaining what you fawn over the Doctor. Well, I say entertaining. More pathetic. Like a badly written soap opera."
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"What makes you say that?" He asked. He understood that the Master was just taking out his frustrations on Jack, but he still had to wonder... "Are you jealous?"
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With the cockiest smirk he could muster, the Master simply couldn't resist going there. "Jealous? Oh please. Been there, done that, lost interest," He really didn't have to explain much more than that, the point had been made. Hopefully. "It was a fun way to kill some time, I suppose."
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"That's not the way he told it. He seemed to think you were rather fond of him, actually." Now how would Jack know about that? More importantly, why would it even come up? Questions, questions. With a smile, Jack found a single banana and set it on one of the Doctor's plate with his toast. Jack didn't much care for them. "You sound insecure. Not really all that menacing to be honest." He shrugged a shoulder and picked up the tray, starting back out with it.
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The banana, the way Jack was talking and acting, the two coffees. "You've got to be kidding me," the Master snapped, dropping the cereal from his hand and fighting the urge to run at Jack just because. "You fucked him, didn't you? Oh for the love of Rassilon, really? He's that lonely?"
The Master started to follow Jack, following his paces because this wasn't beyond unfair. "I've been sitting in a room, bored out of my skull, while you two are fucking?"
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Oh, God, and he was following him now, too. "No one said you had to sit and be bored. I'm sure the Doctor would love to take you places if he could trust you off your lead for five seconds." Jack rolled his eyes and turned to face the Master.
"Is there a problem?"
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The Master didn't back down, why ever would he? A smart man would back down, not a petty and perhaps slightly jealous man who personally felt wounded that he wasn't getting laid but apparently everyone else was.
"Yes, there's a big problem here, freak. I think I would very much like to address the Doctor on the tiny little matter of him fucking some horrendous fixed point," the Master spat out, not even making it subtle what his intent was because he was here to make them both suffer, not back down when they were having fun. "And Rassilon, could you be any more pathetic? You know he doesn't care, right? I mean call me crazy but I think he set the tone for things when he abandoned you. What you're getting now? Pity sex. Oh he must of loved to soothe his guilt and you're just so easy for that, aren't you?"
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"Are you done?" He bit back as calmly as he could. Were the Master paying attention, however, Jack's cool would have easily been betrayed by the white knuckles Jack kept while holding onto the tray. "It happened. I'm sorry if you're hurt by it, but honestly? Not my problem. And I couldn't care any less than I do now about you and your feelings. You did plenty to hurt me, so if having sex with the Doctor is what it takes to hurt you back, then I'm glad to do it again and again."
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Then something came to him. Something he was certain he could use because, hey, it had worked last time. And he was pretty sure he knew the perfect things to say by now to get to Jack. To wriggle under his skin and expose all of those little issue and vulnerability.
"What would Ianto say?" the Master mused aloud, a small smile forming on his face. "You know, that boyfriend of yours? He is your boyfriend, isn't he? He seemed to like. Loyal to the end, if I recall correctly. And you were so heartbroken when I ended him," That had to mean something, right? "What would he make of this? You, off somewhere else, fucking the Doctor."
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"I really don't have to explain anything to you or to anyone. Don't sit here and pretend that you're so sad for him when you were happy to end his life." Jack shook his head. "I don't have time for this. It's stupid." He then turned from the Master and heading back in the direction of his room again. Maybe there was time to salvage this morning still.
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The closer they got to what he recalled being Jack's room, the more agitated he became, banging his hand loudly on the wall as they walked along, as if to draw as much attention as possible from the Doctor.
"Doctor? Hope you like breakfast! You're one night stand is coming!" the Master yelled obnoxiously because yes, he was a child. Oh yes, a pathetic childish thousand year old Time Lord who was no longer able to kill and destroy so instead, here he was, being annoying. With a lot of hang ups when it came to the Doctor and anything to do with him enjoying himself. "Oh dear, am I ruining the surprise declaring it? What a shame!"