neverwouldiever | Happy Patch

Travelling with the Doctor was boring. Mostly because he had no control over the destination, location, time, what they wore, when they left, what they ate, what they drank and basically anything actually. Even if the Doctor look at him with that annoying fake smile and pretended like it was all the Master's choice.

Was it any shock that during a particularly dull trip in New New York where the Doctor was saving the day that the Master scrambled the bracelet keeping him stuck to the Doctor and ran away. And while one might of assumed he'd leave the planet, he didn't. Funnily enough.

It wasn't till the late hours, when the planet had gone dark, that the Master was to be found lying on a park bench, smiling brightly and watching the stars. So bright, so beautiful! He wanted them all. What a brilliant night with was. Way better than the morning, that had been awful. But who cared now? He was much better!

It wasn't as if the Doctor was that shocked by the Master's escape attempt. He had expected it and he had some failsafes that ensured that even so he was still able to track him down with relative ease, once the world had been saved. What did surprise him was that the Master hadn't run far. What was an even bigger shock was that when the Doctor got out of the TARDIS and approached the bench, he saw the Master laying there peacefully, a happy smile on his face.

"...oh gods, what have you done now?" Who had he killed? How many? What was destroyed? Were their bombs anywhere? The Doctor quickly stepped up to the bench, one hand on the backrest as he leaned over it to put his face in the field of the Master's vision. "What have you done?!"

"I brought candy floss," the Master informed the Doctor brightly, picking the bag off the floor and shoving it into the Doctor's hands to prevent any attempt he might make to shake him. Slowly pulling himself upright, he swivelled around rather swiftly and set his feet on the ground, looking up at the Doctor with an unusually happy smile. Unusual because it actually looked happy. Not manic, not dangerous, not evil. Just happy. "I did have donuts but I ate them all. I got hungry, you took ages to find me."

Reaching up, the Master grabbed the Doctor's tie and wrapped it tightly around him hands a few times, using it to yank the Doctor down to face him. "I tried to leave but it turns out you can't board a shuttle after six. It was five minutes too late, funnily enough. I didn't know what to do. Then I had a thought."

Then, with a final tug, he brought the Doctor down closer so they were almost touching. "Do you want to know what I thought? But shhhhh because it's a secret!"

"You bought candy floss." The Doctor repeated the words as if that would magically make them make more sense. Sure, he could see the physical reality of it, he could feel the bag of candy floss as he held it in his arms all of a sudden. But the how or why still eluded him. He gasped in surprise when he was yanked down, leaning even closer and keeping his eyes on the Master's face as if he might be able to find a clue there. Something was off. Something was wrong. The Master looked happy and...

...and sadly, that just felt wrong.

"A thought." Maybe this was when the other show would drop. "What thought did you have?"

"That you have the most beautiful eyes," the Master said slowly with an almost spaced expression on his face, a dopey sort of smile. Before he yanked the tie hard enough not just to make the Doctor's lips collide with his but to very much drag the Doctor down onto him and haphazard into his lap as he kissed him a little more than he really needed too. One could argue too much tongue. And teeth. And the fact that the respirator bypass was definitely needed for this one.

When they finally broke apart, the smirk on the Master's face was the most mischievous one he could manage, something almost akin to a giggle, on perhaps more deep, came out of him at that.

"Did you taste the candy floss? It's good, isn't it?"

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"Wha-" But the 'what' was cut off by a kiss and he hadn't expected that. Hadn't expected it and should have ended it right away, but there he was, somehow halfway on the Master's lap, half on the bench, being kissed. Perhaps he even kissed back, but really he just meant to push away. With his tongue. How was this happening? What was even happening? Once the kiss broke he stared at the Master, having to blink a couple of time to get his mind back on track.

"Taste..." Right. "Alcohol. You're not drunk!" It came out accusing, as little sense as that made. "You can't get like this just on a sugar high!" The Doctor frowned suddenly, concern plain on his face. "Were you brainwashed? Do you remember anything unusual? Who did this to you?"

"I told you. I couldn't get on a shuttle so I went shopping. I got myself candy floss, donuts, a happiness patch, some cola and this cool keychain," the Master explained casually, glossing over the important part to show the Doctor the stupid bunny keychain he now owned. Pushing himself up onto his feet, he stood on his tip toes to properly reach the Doctor's height, looking at him with such curiosity. Such happiness. Well, that one was to be expected.

Happiness patch and all that.

"If I'd have escaped, would you have found me? Or would you just leave me?" Reaching up, he playfully poked the Doctor's face a few times, as if to make sure he had his attention. What better way to ensure a captive audience. "I never left you. It's always you that leaves me. I'd have found you again. I never get enough praise for that! Finding you. All of time and space and I always find you."

"I'd have found you. I'd have kept looking until I found you, this time." This actually hurt. This... It was so close to what he thought they could have, if things could just fix themselves a little. If they could find a compromise. If the Master would only learn to be happy like this. But the Doctor wasn't so easily distracted, not even by a bunny keychain. He put his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out to touch the Master. It was too tempting. Dangerous.

"You should take the patch off, Master. I'm not sure what longtime effects it could have on you. Different biology and all." He looked so different when he looked happy. "You have very nice eyes too, you know? Always had."

"I'm not happy. As long as I'm with you like this, I won't be happy. So I fixed it for us. Now I'm very happy and completely yours," the Master explained, grinning at how clever he'd been to fix this issue. If he had to suffer being with the Doctor with no possible way to actually escape then he'd make himself enjoy it somehow. Lord, he hadn't tried drugs since his academy days. It was a lovely sensation, he had to say. Reaching out, he snagged one of the Doctor's hands and pulled it forward, placing it against his chest.

"It might have positive effects," the Master pointed out as he held the hand there, listening to the drums as his hearts happily beat along with it. He reached out his own hand to touch the Doctor's chest and then, just like that, the stupid grin came to his face. "They're in sync, you know? And they both match the drums! Isn't it lovely? It's like a symphony. Two time lords following the drums."

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The more the Master talked, the more the horror of the implications sunk in. The horrible, terrible sadness of it all. He stared at his hand on the Master's chest because it was easier than to see that false happiness for even a second longer. He finally turned his head away, slowly pulling his hand back and tightening it to a fist. "Let's go to the TARDIS." They had to leave this planet. Happiness patches couldn't last that long, he reckoned. If he just waited until the Master's ran out, he'd not have to be the one to take it from him. He wasn't sure how much more guilt he could bear.

"You... Don't be mine. Be your own person. I wish that was enough to make you happy."

"It is. But you won't let be my own person, idiot. Remember? I was a bad boy, now I have to be on a leash," the Master pointed out as he linked his arm with the Doctor's, barely seeming to acknowledge the sadness on the Doctor's face. It was all one happy blur of nonsenses to him. He was fine with all of this, it was the Doctor with the problem. Playfully, he snagged the bag of candy floss to finish it up, happily shoving bits it in his mouth as they strolled along.

"I wasn't going to be happy about it but look, I fixed it. In my infinite genius. Oh yes, still top of the class, Doctor," the Master bragged as he tossed the empty bag over his shoulder, turning to look at the Doctor. "I thought you could make me happy just being you once. I wish it still worked like that but we're not young wistful children now, Doctor."

Besides, this was a nice feeling. A constant tingle in his hearts. "Lets go somewhere fun next!"

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