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[neverwouldiever]

For any and all texting and other nonsense.

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[bornofdeath]

txing lke ths isnt well wrttn lol

What? You're regenerating? I saved your life, you're not allowed to do that.

[neverwouldiever]

Leave her alone.

I'm not doing it on purpose, am I? Well. Not really.

[bornofdeath]

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.

Stop dying and come break me out.

[neverwouldiever]

...tell me what's happening. I'll try to come up with something. I have a few minutes.

[bornofdeath]

You know what's happening.

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.

[neverwouldiever]

Do you feel anything? I'm trying to hone the TARDIS in on the signal.

Sorry. Didn't mean to be dying.

[bornofdeath]

Yes, Rassilon trying to kill me. I felt that. And now I'm here, feeling nothing. So no, actually. And no drums, just fyi.

Well, it was very inconsiderate.

[neverwouldiever]

You shouldn't have pushed me aside.

Quite selfless of you.

[bornofdeath]

Nope, that was stupid. But then I'm rotting inside out and have been tormented into madness so I'm pleading insanity on that one.

I don't do selfless.

[neverwouldiever]

Sweet. Kind. Loving.

[bornofdeath]

In your sad little wet dreams maybe.

Are you trying to help me or just rubbing in my good deed?

[neverwouldiever]

I'm getting there. I'm not sure if I can do it in time before...

You did save me. I'm sorry.

[bornofdeath]

You have time, get over yourself.

And don't say that. I don't want an apology, I want to be out of this time lock.

[neverwouldiever]

Thank you.

I didn't think I'd ever have reason to say that to you again.

[bornofdeath]

Stop being sappy, you're not dying.

I didn't do it for you, I did it for me. Now get over yourself.

[neverwouldiever]

Did it for you?

So you wanted a time-out.

[bornofdeath]

Not overly but I've got one.

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.

[neverwouldiever]

ok

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.

[bornofdeath]

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.

[neverwouldiever]

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.

What an idiot.

[bornofdeath]

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.

[neverwouldiever]

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.

"You'll be the first face I see." How about that.

[bornofdeath]

"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."

[neverwouldiever]

"What?" He wasn't really asking, he knew what was happening. But he refused to accept it. "No! No, Master, no! That's not why I came for you!" He pulled the Master into his arms, holding him against his chest and catching his eyes. "Please! You can't do this. Stop it!"

It was as sensible as the Master asking him to not die before. They were both idiots.

[bornofdeath]

"Too late." Was now a bad time to point out that he wasn't even sure this would work. His body was tainted and ruined, it was likely he'd just die. But that was okay, he was ready if he had too. Seriously. He was tired, his head hurt and he finally had the Doctor in his own way. It was going to be okay.

With an amused grin, he licked his lips and looked up at the Doctor. "Bet you didn't expect this when you texted gramps this morning? Eh, what can I say? I like to surprise you."

Gold burst through him and the Master lurched and jerks in the Doctor's arms, crying out in pain as his body began to morph and change.