"Well I had to do something!" Jack called back to the Doctor. "I wasn't about to let him get away with this, was I?" There was always a third option, and as much as the Doctor didn't like it, it often involved violence.
The Master, however, was strangely quiet for someone who had just ended up on his back. Jack pulled himself up to sit and examined his work, surprised, and even a little horrified to see where the knife had landed.
"...Oh." Okay, maybe there was a little self-satisfaction there, too. "Well. Karma's a bitch, isn't it?"
"He could have cut them accidentally!" The Doctor might have argued further, but then he saw what the other two were staring at and, well. He didn't call himself the Doctor just for the pompous title. Without even thinking about it he crawled over to close the distance between them and he put an arm around the Master, grabbing his wrist with one hand. "Hold still, alright? Try to keep your hand as relaxed as you can."
He grabbed the hilt of the knife with his free hand, moving his fingers to make sure to hold the Master's hand steady. "I'm going to pull it out now. Are you ready?" In theory it might be wiser to wait with pulling it out until they were in the infirmary, but doctor he might be, but he was also the Doctor and he wanted the knife in his possession and the Master back under his control as fast as possible.
The Master had been putting all his strength into not making any sounds of pain or agony at the current sensation he was feeling so when the Doctor was suddenly all over him, hands close to the knife, he had to take a very long and sharp inhale to even be able to get words out. His voice was definitely lacking his usual confidence but who could be that cocky when impaled? "Shit."
Okay, he could have been more eloquent with his words but dear lord in heaven, there was a knife sticking out of his hand and -- hang on, what was the Doctor doing? "No, no, no, no! Get off! Don't help, you'll make it worse," the Master insisted because yes, he knew the Doctor. And he knew how well he could balls this up. So, in his panic, he stomped very hard on the Doctor's foot in an effort to make him back off and stumbled free, hand throbbing the whole time. "Don't help me! You're not a qualified doctor, you barely passed first aid!" the Master snapped as he grabbed the hilt himself and even that was enough to make him yelp in pain. Oh Rassilon, how the hell did this even happen?
"I can do this. I can do this," the Master kept repeating... but he very much wasn't doing it. Hey, a coward was always a coward. Especially when impaled.
There was no hiding the satisfaction on Jack's face at the Master's suffering. Turnabout's fair play, and he couldn't do anything to help even if he wanted to, so he just lay there, enjoying watching the Master bleed all over himself, though the wound did look particularly gruesome.
"You look like you're having a bit of trouble there. It really can't feel very good, can it? Being stabbed? Too bad it's only the once, though." He rocked his feet back and forth so he could just watch. "Don't lose too much blood now. You might pass out and die."
The Doctor spent some time hopping on one foot and rubbing the other, but he had no time to focus on that considerable pain - had the Master broken one of his toes? - when someone else was dealing with something much worse. "Do you ever stop to consider that I might have done something since academy days? I actually have a doctorate. A couple of them. Granted, I didn't always graduate in the right century, but I did study. Now let me take this out before you make it any worse."
He held out a hand but stayed where he was, since he didn't want to get stomped on again in case the Master still didn't trust him. He did however look at Jack and arch an eyebrow. Alright, so he'd just been killed by the Time Lord, but this wasn't how one was the bigger man.
"When I get this out, I'm ramming it through your eye and twisting it till I scramble it into liquid," the Master hissed at Jack because now was not a time to deal with the freaks taunts. And no, he wasn't kidding. He was very much determined to do that, Jack had impaled him and it was really an act of war. "And I'll leave it in. Good luck coming back without dying in agony."
Still grasping the end of the knife, he gave the Doctor a look that clearly showed how much he trusted him and gently eased his hand away, leaving the knife sticking out rather crudely. To say it was agony was an understatement. Taking a very deep breath, the Master looked at the Doctor and gave him an uneasy look. Was it really safe to remove the knife? Weren't you meant to keep them in? Against his better judgement, he held his hand out towards his greatest enemy.
"I want that knife back, by the way," the Master grumbled, not sure if the Doctor was that dumb. Maybe?
Jack's eyebrow lifted at the threat. He was sure that the Master had every intent on doing exactly as he said, but honestly, Jack really couldn't be arsed to care much at the moment. He watched the Master extend his hand, and, okay, yeah, it did look pretty painful, but he deserved it, he told himself.
There was a morbid curiosity on Jack's face as he watched the Doctor work. He didn't often get to see other people with horrific wounds like that, so this was something of a treat... in a way. "You'll need something to stop the bleeding as soon as it's out, Doctor."
"Yeah, yeah, I know that." The Doctor considered for just a moment, then he shrugged out of his jacket. He should take the Master to the infirmary, but he had a feeling that wouldn't go over well. What he intended to do was to end this stand-off as fast as possible, so once he got the knife out he could treat the Master probably and then work on repairing the TARDIS.
"Why, of course I'll give that knife back to you. Please." The Doctor grabbed the Master's wrist and then the hilt, this time intent not to waste time. "Let's get back to you threatening me right away."
With that bit of sarcasm he pulled the knife out and then, right away, he wrapped his jacket around the Master's hand, tying it off tightly. The knife however... Well, he made sure to put that out of the way immediately. "You should sit down before you faint."
The Master didn't need to sit down. As much as he tried to appear as together as he possibly could, it took seconds for his legs to give out and hit the grating rather hard. This was insanely unfair, he was doing so well. If Jack hadn't of kicked his feet out from under him, he'd of been fine. Oh, first chance he had, he was going to strangle that freak. He'd beaten him once before, he could do it again. Chain him up in that needless little hat room the Doctor had and leave him to starve for eternity, see how cocky he was then.
"I don't need first aid advise from the freak," the Master sneered, like Jack understood what it truly meant to be impaled, he probably didn't feel it much any more. Or that was how the Master viewed it. With all his will and efforts, he forced himself back onto his feet because there was no way he was going to remain kneeling in front of the Doctor.
"This still counts as a win," the Master insisted childishly, even if he didn't much look like a winner. "This TARDIS is going to crash, you know? Though less immediate and more a matter of time."
Jack visibly winced when the Master's weight hit the grating, and again, couldn't help but to take some satisfaction in it. What else could he do locked up like he was? "Oh, just let him pass out. It'll give us time to fix things up before we crash." Though he did wonder exactly how long they had. The flashing lights on the console weren't exactly a beacon of hope in this situation, and he really was hoping to get free in time to do something about it.
He watched the Master struggle back to his feet and rolled his eyes. This was getting tiresome, and there really was an emergency on. "Doctor, do something!" He rattled his cuffs against the railing, reminding him of his uselessness. "Could really use some freedom here!"
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The Master, however, was strangely quiet for someone who had just ended up on his back. Jack pulled himself up to sit and examined his work, surprised, and even a little horrified to see where the knife had landed.
"...Oh." Okay, maybe there was a little self-satisfaction there, too. "Well. Karma's a bitch, isn't it?"
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He grabbed the hilt of the knife with his free hand, moving his fingers to make sure to hold the Master's hand steady. "I'm going to pull it out now. Are you ready?" In theory it might be wiser to wait with pulling it out until they were in the infirmary, but doctor he might be, but he was also the Doctor and he wanted the knife in his possession and the Master back under his control as fast as possible.
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Okay, he could have been more eloquent with his words but dear lord in heaven, there was a knife sticking out of his hand and -- hang on, what was the Doctor doing? "No, no, no, no! Get off! Don't help, you'll make it worse," the Master insisted because yes, he knew the Doctor. And he knew how well he could balls this up. So, in his panic, he stomped very hard on the Doctor's foot in an effort to make him back off and stumbled free, hand throbbing the whole time. "Don't help me! You're not a qualified doctor, you barely passed first aid!" the Master snapped as he grabbed the hilt himself and even that was enough to make him yelp in pain. Oh Rassilon, how the hell did this even happen?
"I can do this. I can do this," the Master kept repeating... but he very much wasn't doing it. Hey, a coward was always a coward. Especially when impaled.
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"You look like you're having a bit of trouble there. It really can't feel very good, can it? Being stabbed? Too bad it's only the once, though." He rocked his feet back and forth so he could just watch. "Don't lose too much blood now. You might pass out and die."
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He held out a hand but stayed where he was, since he didn't want to get stomped on again in case the Master still didn't trust him. He did however look at Jack and arch an eyebrow. Alright, so he'd just been killed by the Time Lord, but this wasn't how one was the bigger man.
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Still grasping the end of the knife, he gave the Doctor a look that clearly showed how much he trusted him and gently eased his hand away, leaving the knife sticking out rather crudely. To say it was agony was an understatement. Taking a very deep breath, the Master looked at the Doctor and gave him an uneasy look. Was it really safe to remove the knife? Weren't you meant to keep them in? Against his better judgement, he held his hand out towards his greatest enemy.
"I want that knife back, by the way," the Master grumbled, not sure if the Doctor was that dumb. Maybe?
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There was a morbid curiosity on Jack's face as he watched the Doctor work. He didn't often get to see other people with horrific wounds like that, so this was something of a treat... in a way. "You'll need something to stop the bleeding as soon as it's out, Doctor."
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"Why, of course I'll give that knife back to you. Please." The Doctor grabbed the Master's wrist and then the hilt, this time intent not to waste time. "Let's get back to you threatening me right away."
With that bit of sarcasm he pulled the knife out and then, right away, he wrapped his jacket around the Master's hand, tying it off tightly. The knife however... Well, he made sure to put that out of the way immediately. "You should sit down before you faint."
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"I don't need first aid advise from the freak," the Master sneered, like Jack understood what it truly meant to be impaled, he probably didn't feel it much any more. Or that was how the Master viewed it. With all his will and efforts, he forced himself back onto his feet because there was no way he was going to remain kneeling in front of the Doctor.
"This still counts as a win," the Master insisted childishly, even if he didn't much look like a winner. "This TARDIS is going to crash, you know? Though less immediate and more a matter of time."
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He watched the Master struggle back to his feet and rolled his eyes. This was getting tiresome, and there really was an emergency on. "Doctor, do something!" He rattled his cuffs against the railing, reminding him of his uselessness. "Could really use some freedom here!"