I have to hold it at an awkward angle. If I drop it, I may never see it again.
I'm not asking for help, I'm calling in a favour. I saved your life already, now it's your turn. You're obligated to help me, this isn't optional.
Also could you PLEASE tell this Donna moron to stop texting me? I said it was the wrong number, I'm still getting badly written responses calling me 'gramps'.
I AM GENIUS. I'm trapped in a time lock. All I can do is correct her grammar from afar.
Oh please, this is so you. No, no, no, no, you can't let me do something nice. You have to go and ruin it by dying?! I'm here because I saved your life. If you die, I'm basically an idiot stuck in a time lock for no reason.
Don't read too much into a gesture, you'll very disappointed. But if you feel like buying me something as a reward for my noble heroics, you're free too.
Yes, that is all that comes as a reply, but the TARDIS manifests around the Master just a few moments later and although the Doctor is on the ground, dying, the ship still has the coordinates set to get them out of there as fast as possible.
Given the distance of which he was hovering, he essentially crashed onto the floor of the TARDIS, rolling along the grating till he hit the rails, griping onto them to steady himself. Blinking, he slowly looked up and groaned a little, landing on his back and glaring at the ceiling.
"Ow," Was all he said, still holding onto the crappy phone like his life depended on it.
The Doctor's eyes were barely able to focus on the Master, but he managed to look at him anyway, smiling a little. He was close to tears, sure, but dying could do that to someone. At least when life felt as if it had been coming to an end in so many ways. Here he was, saving the Master as his last act.
Using what little effort he had left, he forced himself onto his hands and knees, staggering awkwardly across the TARDIS so he could reach the Doctor. He really was dying, huh? That really wasn't fair. All his work to make sure that didn't happen and it happened anyway. "Why are you crying? It's just a regeneration."
They weren't so bad, were they? Was he being serious before, was he actually afraid to change his face? Dropping down beside him, his failing body struggling to give him much energy, he reached down to grip the Doctor's hand. He didn't say anything about it, he just did it.
The Doctor gripped the Master's hand, feeling the regeneration energy starting. It wasn't about the face, at least not really. It was about so many other things. About who he was, who he'd learned to be. How much he'd been through and it all had happened so fast. What a lost life. He didn't want it all to end.
Oddly it did help that the Master was there. It made it feel a little less pointless. One bit of success.
"I'm sure you're thrilled about that," the Master responded dryly as he watched him, an odd feeling in him. As he watched the golden light starting to cover the Doctor's form, he suddenly felt something unpleasant churn in his gut. And, perhaps too late, he realised that he didn't want this Doctor to go yet. His Doctor. The one that just wanted to help. Pathetic, yes, but he almost had his old friend back for such a brief glinting moment.
Perhaps that's why he did something stupid, some very impulsive, because he didn't want to lose him.
Leaning forward, the Master pulled the Doctor into a kiss. Well, not just a kiss, it was just a great way to steal all that glorious artron energy his body was leaking. His rotting, dying and worthless body. Like he needed it anyway.
By the time he pulled back, he smiled at the Doctor, not totally sure if that had worked. But his eyes were glowing a furious gold and his body trembling, the familiar feeling of regeneration hit him. And the Doctor? Well, he looked pretty normal. With a nervous laugh, the Master fell back down, preparing for the worst. "Wellllll. I may as well save you properly while I'm here. Don't ruin it, this time."
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I'm not asking for help, I'm calling in a favour. I saved your life already, now it's your turn. You're obligated to help me, this isn't optional.
Also could you PLEASE tell this Donna moron to stop texting me? I said it was the wrong number, I'm still getting badly written responses calling me 'gramps'.
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And I'm sorry, Master. I'm out of time. Next face.
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What? You're regenerating? I saved your life, you're not allowed to do that.
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I'm not doing it on purpose, am I? Well. Not really.
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Oh please, this is so you. No, no, no, no, you can't let me do something nice. You have to go and ruin it by dying?! I'm here because I saved your life. If you die, I'm basically an idiot stuck in a time lock for no reason.
Stop dying and come break me out.
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I'm in a time-lock between Earth and Gallifrey, unable to get to either for whatever reason and you're being a selfish bastard, dying on me like this.
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Sorry. Didn't mean to be dying.
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Well, it was very inconsiderate.
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Quite selfless of you.
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I don't do selfless.
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Are you trying to help me or just rubbing in my good deed?
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You did save me. I'm sorry.
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And don't say that. I don't want an apology, I want to be out of this time lock.
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I didn't think I'd ever have reason to say that to you again.
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I didn't do it for you, I did it for me. Now get over yourself.
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So you wanted a time-out.
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Don't read too much into a gesture, you'll very disappointed. But if you feel like buying me something as a reward for my noble heroics, you're free too.
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Yes, that is all that comes as a reply, but the TARDIS manifests around the Master just a few moments later and although the Doctor is on the ground, dying, the ship still has the coordinates set to get them out of there as fast as possible.
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"Ow," Was all he said, still holding onto the crappy phone like his life depended on it.
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What an idiot.
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They weren't so bad, were they? Was he being serious before, was he actually afraid to change his face? Dropping down beside him, his failing body struggling to give him much energy, he reached down to grip the Doctor's hand. He didn't say anything about it, he just did it.
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Oddly it did help that the Master was there. It made it feel a little less pointless. One bit of success.
"You'll be the first face I see." How about that.
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Perhaps that's why he did something stupid, some very impulsive, because he didn't want to lose him.
Leaning forward, the Master pulled the Doctor into a kiss. Well, not just a kiss, it was just a great way to steal all that glorious artron energy his body was leaking. His rotting, dying and worthless body. Like he needed it anyway.
By the time he pulled back, he smiled at the Doctor, not totally sure if that had worked. But his eyes were glowing a furious gold and his body trembling, the familiar feeling of regeneration hit him. And the Doctor? Well, he looked pretty normal. With a nervous laugh, the Master fell back down, preparing for the worst. "Wellllll. I may as well save you properly while I'm here. Don't ruin it, this time."
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