A poster on GB stated that they would like to see the Master come back after TEOT thus: washed up on a beach in a bay somewhere, having fallen out of the void....
Title: The Way Back (7/?)
Genre: Doctor Who
Characters: Simm-Master, the Doctor (Eleven), Joshua and Abigail Naismith, Martha and Mickey Jones-Smith, etc, OCs....
Rating/Warnings: Adult themes throughout –some bad language, sex and violence.
With heartfelt thanks to my Beta, Jinxed.
Far away, the Doctor listens to the message on the mobile phone he’d found in one of the pockets of the too-tight trousers. Or to be correct, it had found him... the buzzing and vibrating had taken a while to penetrate his frankly befuddled brain. At first he’d assumed it to be some new variant on regeneration sickness but the regularly timed persistence of it had eventually brought him to the realisation that someone is trying to get in touch with him.
Since when has he carried a mobile phone? He seems to recall its being a fairly recent innovation on planet Earth and that humankind is inordinately enamoured with the concept of being able to talk to anyone at any time of the day or night, anywhere and at a moment’s notice. It seems as if they’ve given themselves over to the device without a moment’s thought. This seems rather unwise given the ease with which various off-world species had seemed to intercept and use the signals, often to their detriment; and who still seemed, in the main, to be blissfully ignorant of the bustling nature of the wider universe. Even Torchwood, supposedly a secret organisation but who up until recently had driven around with their logo displayed for anyone to see, had been unable to stem the tide. He sighs wistfully. For all its faults –and Torchwood had many- the idea of the planet being protected only by Sarah-Jane and her juveniles and Martha and Mickey’s two man (man-and-woman?) agency worries him slightly. UNIT he doesn’t count, since they seem to have turned into some kind of quasi paramilitary organisation in recent years, more inclined to shoot first and ask questions afterwards – always assuming there is anyone left alive to ask, of course.
He doesn’t bother to ring back – no point, really, since the Tardis is completely out of action. He can no more help Martha than he can help himself. He shivers and looks sadly at the wreck of his beloved ship – lying on its back amongst the flora of someone’s garden, smoke curling upwards through the open doors and her windows dark and lifeless. He drops his head onto his knees and closes his eyes wearily, hoping that the Master will (a) survive and (b) not do too much damage to future Earth before he can repair the Tardis. If he can repair her....
Martha finds Mina leaning over a basin in the surprisingly well-appointed toilet cubicle, splashing water over her face.
‘Are you okay, Mina?’ She hugs the visibly shaken woman as she turns to Martha with a shaky smile. ‘I’m sorry; he can be a real bastard. He has no shame, I’m afraid.’
‘I’m okay, I think – but I really thought I was going to throw up back there. Just the thought of him poking about in my mind... it’s like hypnotism, or auto-suggestion or something.’ She shudders. ‘It was horrible. And all this stuff about time travel and aliens.... it’s a bit much to take in all at once... you know?’
‘Yeah, I do actually. It’s a bit of a shock to the system, isn’t it? And the thing is, once you do know about it, you’ll never see the world in quite the same way again. Jack says we have to be ready but, you know, most people aren’t. They’ve been seeing the evidence for a good few years now, but they just ignore it, put it down to all sorts of different things, anything except what it really is. No wonder the Doctor laughs at us sometimes.’ She sighs. ‘I hope he’s all right...’
‘The Master told me that this ‘Doctor’, he... well, that he’d killed all his own people in some war? How do you deal with that? Aren’t you afraid of him?’
Martha nods earnestly. ‘Afraid of him...? No, not really. Of the situations he got us into; yes, often. But I haven’t seen him in a while, now. I travelled with him; spent a year or more away from this place...well, this time, really. Some of it was fun, a lot of it was terrifying, and a whole year of it was ... horrible. I’ve seen things I can never forget, Mina. I’d tell you more but then you’d have to live with that knowledge too, and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, truly.’
‘Was that this ‘time war’ thing the Master mentioned? Did you fight in it?’
‘God, no! No, that happened ... I was going to say a long time ago but for all I know it could have been yesterday or tomorrow or next week. That’s the thing about time travel – keeping it all straight in your head wears you out after a while. The Doctor says we –you and me, humans- have trouble conceiving of time except in a linear way. His world is full of ...’ and she smiles, ‘wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff’. I never pretended to understand it, I was just along for the ride... and you know what?’ She puts a hand on Mina’s. ‘Even with all the horrible bits, the terror and the running and all of that... I don’t think I’d ever swap it. It could be... exhilarating. And the Doctor... well, I’d trust him with my life, always.’
‘But how can you say that about someone who killed everyone on his home planet? I mean... you and Mickey go on about the Master being some kind of monster, don’t you, but it seems to me that whatever he’s done it’s small fry compared to this Doctor.’
Martha lowers her eyes, but not before Mina sees that she’s upset her. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, Martha, I didn’t mean...I can see that I’ve probably only got half the story.’
‘No, no, it’s okay. I mean, you’re right, I suppose... but the way he explained it, it was his people or the Daleks, you know? And they’re real monsters, Mina... you can’t reason with them. What the Doctor told me was that he didn’t have a choice ... it was that or the end of everything. You, me, Gallifrey, the universe.’
‘That’s the Doctor’s home planet. The way he talks about it... it’s always puzzled me, actually. I mean, he talked about it like it was some wonderful, special place... but I don’t think he ever went back there for a long time before it got destroyed. ‘I never stopped running...’ that’s what he said. ‘‘Some went mad, some ran away’’. His people, they... oh, but you don’t want to hear all that.’ Martha gets the strange feeling she’s betraying a confidence, talking about the Doctor’s home planet behind his back.
‘No, carry on, I do... it’s fascinating, honestly! I just never dreamed it was possible! It’s fantastic... don’t stop.’
‘Well, okay... The Doctor and the Master’s people, they send their kids off to some Academy when they’re eight years old, to train them how to be Time Lords. And the first thing they do is take them out in the dead of night to stare into this hole in time and space.’
‘Why?’ Mina is riveted.
‘I’m not sure exactly... but I’d imagine it’s to see if they can take it... seeing all of time and space, that is, or if they’ll go mad. Or run away,’ she adds, wondering if that makes the Doctor and the Master failed Time Lords. He’d never mentioned that; but then you probably wouldn’t, would you?
‘Then they send them back home again?’
‘I don’t think so. I got the impression that might have been the last time the Doctor saw his family. But I don’t know that for sure,’ she hastily adds, seeing Mina’s horrified expression.
‘That’s dreadful!’ Mina imagines sending Toby away to school at eight and perhaps never seeing him again. The thought fills her with horror. ‘The poor things!’
‘Yeah...’ Martha nods. She’d often thought about that during the long and dreadful year she’d spent tramping the Earth, spreading the Doctor’s word. It had helped her to stay grounded, to remember that this whole situation had come about because the Time Lords did such terrible things to their children that one of them had gone completely insane. The fact that the Doctor had wanted to help the Master rather than kill him as Jack would have done, had kept her grounded on the bad days. It had often been very hard to imagine that the Master needed help rather than censure – but she trusted the Doctor and if that’s what he believed, then who is she to argue? He knows the Master better than any of them, after all. But there’s no denying that it’s very hard to deal with the Master sympathetically when he behaves the way he does.
‘So...’ Mina struggles to get her mind round it all. ‘The Doctor and the Master... why are they here? I mean, are they here to invade us, or what?’
Martha laughs. ‘I don’t think so. Well... certainly not the Doctor, at any rate. He’s like... I dunno... some kind of cosmic playboy, I suppose. And he’s a bit like the Queen – never carries any money!’ She laughs. ‘In fact Donna, she was telling me... Donna’s another friend of the Doctor’s by the way... about the first time she first met him... she was late for her wedding and the Doctor got them a taxi then they realised they didn’t have any money to pay for it. So he waves his sonic screwdriver ...’
‘Oh, it’s like a little gadget for opening doors and things. Looks like a fat pencil, or a thin torch. Anyway... he waved it over this ATM and money starts flying out, just going everywhere she said! Hundreds of pounds! When I asked him whose account it was coming out of, he said no-one’s. ‘Think of it as Quantitive Easing’ he said.’ She laughs. ‘Oh, I do miss him sometimes!’
‘You said Donna....Does he only travel with women, then?’
Martha shakes her head. ‘I don’t know, but I don’t think so... I went exploring once, when he was off getting a takeaway on Ursa Minor Three, and found all these rooms... it was like he’d left them the way they were when the person left, just in case he ever bumps into them again. Bit creepy, actually. But there were a couple of bloke’s rooms as well. He does seem to prefer women, though...’
‘What does he look like?’ Mina is curious. ‘Have you got a photo?’
Martha pulls a face. ‘He doesn’t like having his picture taken, but I did manage to sneak one on my mobile phone when he wasn’t looking. It doesn’t do him justice, really, but it’ll give you the general idea...’ She pulls a slim black phone from the inside pocket of her bomber jacket and taps the screen a few times before handing it over.
Mina studies the picture with interest; it shows a thin, dark-haired man in a brown pin-striped suit; he’s leaning over a console of some sort, a thin metal object gripped between his teeth and a frown on his face as he studies something on the panel in front of him. His hair is sticking up in unruly spikes as if he’s been running his hands through it without any care to the results; he seems totally unselfconscious. The tube in his mouth has a bright blue light on one end, an intense blue Mina knows she’d remember if ever she saw it. The sonic thing, presumably.
She hands it back to Martha, who looks at it fondly before tapping the screen and putting the phone back in her pocket.
‘He looks... a bit... geeky,’ Mina offers, realising that Martha is looking at her expectantly. ‘If you know what I mean.’ Probably not the most tactful thing you’ve ever said, Mina, she tells herself. It’s obvious that Martha is very fond of this odd-looking man. Alien, she reminds herself.
Martha laughs delightedly. ‘Yeah, I do... and he is, terribly! He has this way of talking at nine million miles an hour, spouting techno-babble! I used to understand about a tenth of it!’
‘Really?’ Mina smiles. ‘But...then how could he have brought himself to do such a terrible thing?’ She’s having difficulty getting past the idea that Martha could care so much for a man who has committed genocide.
‘I really don’t know, Mina. But I don’t think he ever forgave himself ... he’d get this sad look sometimes, but he never wanted to talk about it. He’d just shake it off and start prattling away and then rush us off to some other world. Sometimes I just used to wish he would relax... he was kind of hyperactive, I suppose. Wore me out! Oh, and that’s not the best part – he never seemed to sleep, either! I used to have to put my foot down. ‘I’m going to bed now,’ I’d tell him. ‘Don’t go anywhere exciting until I wake up!’ And he wouldn’t... well, mostly, anyway.’ She smiles rather too brightly and Mina suddenly gets it.
‘Were you and he... you know, did you ever...?’
Martha blushes furiously. ‘Oh God... I knew you’d ask me that... I thought I was past being embarrassed about it ... but actually, no. We didn’t. Not for lack of wanting on my part,’ she adds, and Mina thinks that perhaps it still hurts her, just a little. ‘It’s just... I don’t think he ever saw me that way... now Rose... she was his companion before me. I mean I don’t know and I could be wrong... but he was still missing Rose. I was kind of like his ‘not-rebound’ in a way. Well, at first... I think by the time I left, he’d got past that. But it was never going to be anything more than friendship... and I think in a way I’m glad now, because it would’ve been that much harder to leave, and I don’t think anyone who’s human could take that kind of life for very long.’
Mina would like to ask about this Rose, if she and the Doctor were an item, and what happened to her... but she senses that Martha wants to end the conversation now and bites her tongue. She wonders if she could ever become companion to a man from outer space. Well, if it weren’t for Toby, who knows?
‘We should get back,’ Martha pushes herself away from the basin. ‘Heaven knows what he’s been up to while we’ve been nattering in here.’
‘You know, if you’d asked me when I got up this morning if I believed in aliens and spaceships and time travel I’d have laughed at you,’ Mina says as they return to the main area. ‘Nothing is ever quite as it seems, is it?’
‘No, Mina, it isn’t.’ Martha agrees.
‘Oh, I don’t know, Miss Jones – you are exactly as you seem, after all...’ the Master doesn’t look up from his work at the keyboard as they stroll in.
‘I don’t want to know, thank you, and it’s rude to eavesdrop.’ Martha says grimly as she stands beside him and looks over his shoulder at the screen. ‘What are you doing now?’
‘Not that you’d understand even if I was to tell you the technicalities, but basically I’m using the co-ordinates from that mobile to search the networks for the Doctor’s position.’ He waves a hand to indicate the innards of a mobile phone lying on the desk to which he’s jury-rigged a USB cable, the other end of which is slotted into the side of the monitor.
‘That’s my mobile!’ Martha yelps, feeling in her back pocket for her work mobile, the one on which she’d rung the Doctor earlier and which contains his message and the dead air of the call on which he –or someone – had hung up. ‘How did you...?’
The Master waggles the fingers of his right hand and his eyebrows at the same time, a crooked smirk twisting his mouth. ‘Oh, I’m very light-fingered, Martha,’ and Mina can’t help suppressing a smile. She keeps quiet about the fact that Martha has another mobile because perhaps he’ll commandeer that as well, and she knows Martha won’t want to lose her only photograph of the Doctor.
‘Well I hope you can put it back together again,’ Martha snaps. ‘Can you tell where he is, then?’
‘It’s locked onto the signal from the mobile he’s carrying, yes, but the readings are somewhat confusing. I told you earlier that he’d gone back to two thousand and five...’
‘Yes, yes,’ Martha says impatiently.
‘Well, it now looks as if he’s back on Earth... but the signal is weak, as though there’s interference of some kind. I now know where he is... but not necessarily when.’
‘Where?’ Martha and Mina both ask.
‘I see the Doctor’s fan club is in town,’ he observes wryly. ‘Very well... don your tartans, ladies. The good Doctor is/was/will be in Scotland.’
‘Scotland?’ Martha frowns. ‘And what do you mean by ‘is, was, maybe’? Don’t you know when he is?’
‘The where is somewhere in the Inverness area, I believe. And as I said, the signal is weak, which could mean he’s either been there, is there, or will be there. With this primitive equipment I can’t tell which.’ The Master frowns. ‘What the hell is he doing in that desolate place?’
‘Nothing wrong with Inverness,’ Mina says mildly. ‘I have family there, as a matter of fact.’
‘How cosy,’ the Master drawls. ‘Well perhaps you can pop in and say hello whilst we’re there.’
‘I can’t go to Inverness!’ Mina says with alarm. ‘My son is due back from a camping trip on Monday!’
‘Ever heard of planes? You know – flying machines that take you from Point A to point B faster than your miserable planet rotates?’
‘Of course I have! But that doesn’t alter the fact that I’m not going. I’m due on duty tomorrow morning and my son gets back from his camping trip on Monday night.’
‘Yes, you said,’ and he sounds impatient now. Whilst he was speaking, he’d been quickly re-assembling the mobile. Now he snaps the case together and stands up, slipping the phone into the pocket of the ratty track suit he steps between them and puts a hand on each of their shoulders, drawing them closer. Martha makes a face and tries to pull away but he tightens his grip and pulls her in. ‘I think we should have a nice little day trip to Inverness, ladies. We can tour the glens, say hello to ‘Nessie’ – oh yes, I know all about her, good friend of mine actually – and maybe we’ll even get to find the Doctor. What do you say?’
‘I don’t think...’ Martha starts to say before the Master slides his fingers down and pinches a pressure point on her collarbone; she collapses without a sound. On the other side Mina gives a little ‘Oh...’ as she too slumps to the floor.
The Master looks down at the two women with disdain.
‘Well, it’s been so nice chatting to you and I’m sorry that I have to dash... I’ll give the Doctor your regards, Martha. I’m sure he’ll be sorry to have missed you...’ He snatches some discarded wiring from the bin and quickly binds Martha’s wrists and ankles. Then he finds an old rag on the floor and shoves it into her mouth. ‘There, that should shut you up for a bit.’
He’s about to do the same to Mina when he stops, looking her up and down in a thoughtful way. She’s really rather tasty, as humans go, he supposes. Not on a par with fragile Lucy, it’s true; but she has bumps and curves in all the right places ... his hand hovers over a breast and he smiles. And she’s malleable, too... and not too feisty, which always helps. He puts a hand to his groin and rearranges himself – the discomfort is growing. He shouldn’t have drunk that coffee. This could be... inconvenient. On the other hand...
‘I think I’ll take you along for the ride,’ he murmurs in her ear, and places his hands on either side of her forehead, closing his eyes as he dips into her unshielded mind and plants a few suggestions here, tweaks a few memories there. Since he’s still got Harold Saxon’s face, there might be occasions when he needs someone to assist him, when to show his face would make things a little awkward. Not to mention the other little matter that will have to be dealt with before very much longer...
Yes, Mina will do very nicely, he thinks as he sits back on his heels and looks across at Martha.
Better get you out of sight.
He drags her behind the tattered couch and rolls her underneath it. She won’t be happy when she wakes up to find herself all tied up in knots and covered in dust and cobwebs... but that’s just tough.
He returns to Mina, and crouches beside her. Considers copping a quick feel but then thinks better of it...if she wakes with his hand on her breast she might react badly, even with the suggestions he had planted safely in her mind. He reaches down and shakes her shoulder, gently at first then with increasing pressure until she begins to stir. He adjusts his expression to one of concern and leans over her.
‘Mina? Wake up, Mina.’
‘Oh...’ Mina blinks grey eyes in bewilderment. ‘What happened? I was...’ she frowns and levers herself up onto her elbows. ‘What happened?’ She looks up at him and her open-faced trust sends a pleasant tingle all the way down to his groin. He loves how easily they succumb, these human females.
‘You fainted,’ he explains, with just the right amount of concern. ‘Just keeled over... I thought I was going to have to give you the kiss of life for one moment there.’
He takes her hand in his and helps her to her feet.
‘I don’t remember,’ she says shakily, looking around. ‘Where’s Martha? We were...’ she frowns again as the memory slides away from her.
‘She and Mickey went out to get more medical supplies – you don’t remember that?’ He lifts her wrist and checks the time. ‘Mickey just rang to say they were going to be delayed and that we should go on – he and Martha will catch us up later. In fact we really should be making tracks, if you feel up to it?’
Mina leans against the worktop, trying to gather her wits. Something doesn’t feel right, but she can’t work out what doesn’t quite gel with what she thinks she remembers. The harder she tries to recall it, the more the memory seems to slip away from her.
‘Sorry... I think I’m okay now. I don’t know what came over me! I’m not normally in the habit of fainting, honestly! So...where are we going?’
‘I’m sure you aren’t. And we were going to Inverness, remember – to join up with the Doctor?’
She ponders this information for a moment.
‘How? We’ve got no transport.’
She’s accepted his explanation for Martha’s absence, he’s pleased to note, and not a word of protest about Inverness, either. So malleable...
‘Yes, we do ....’ He waves a bunch of car keys at her. ‘Martha left us the car.’ He tosses them to her and she catches them reflexively. He grabs up the laptop and makes for the exit and the car.
‘You want me to drive?’ I must sound like a ruddy moron. Come on Mina, pull yourself together!
‘Well, I’ll be navigating...’ he pulls out Martha’s up-rated mobile. In truth, he’ll probably have no need to use it until they get closer to the Doctor’s location, although it will pay to check it occasionally in case he moves. The real reason the Master doesn’t particularly want to drive, however, is that although he has driven a number of internal combustion-engine vehicles during his many previous visits to Earth, he’s not actually very good at it. Also, he sees it as a menial task – someone of his superiority should be chauffeured around. And the final reason is that he’s finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything at the moment as the constriction at his groin grows; but the upside of this is that as a passenger, he’ll be free to deal with it.
He tugs open the passenger side door and drops into the seat, scooting it back as far as it will go for maximum comfort. He pushes the back down and watches Mina walk slowly around the vehicle. She seems a little bemused; perhaps he’ll need to plant a few more suggestions in that pretty little head of hers....
‘Made yourself comfortable, I see,’ she smiles understandingly. ‘You’re bound to feel exhausted after everything you’ve been through. You should try to sleep – it usually helps, I find.’
‘Mmm. Bit difficult at the moment, though.’ He palms the bulge in his pants and wishes that she would just shut up and drive. Or perhaps he could persuade her... he wishes he’d done that before they left – the thought of Martha waking to hear them having at it is very tempting. But he can’t take the risk that Mickey might return – he’d could easily deal with him, of course, but then he’d have to wipe Mina’s mind and he’d just as soon not bother with all that.
‘Why’s that?’ Mina hasn’t yet noticed anything; she’s concentrating on the road. Traffic is light in this area and soon she turns to him, whatever she was about to say forgotten as she sees the position of his hand and what he’s doing with it.
‘Oh my God – stop that!’ she almost hits the van in front and has to stamp on the brake. ‘Jesus – put it away!’ She blushes furiously.
‘What’s the problem?’ The Master stops the action, but makes no move to remove his hand from his crotch and Mina averts her eyes, looking anywhere but at him.
‘You can’t... you just can’t do that in public! How the hell did you ever get to be Prime Minister if you don’t even know basic stuff like that?’
‘Oh, you’d be surprised...’
‘I bet.’ She swallows, daren’t risk another look in case he’s still... ‘Look, you really can’t do that here. Quite apart from how distracting it is for me, if anyone out there sees you, you could be arrested for public decency offences.’
‘Oh yes, I do recall hearing something about that when I was running for office,’ he says airily. ‘But I do have to deal with this, and soon. The coffee...’
‘So you said before,’ she mutters. ‘Well if I can find a public toilet... would that do?’
He scowls. ‘Hardly – I seem to recall that it’s an offence to be caught wanking there, too.’ But he pushes himself back into the baggy sweatpants. Not that it helps much, Mina thinks, since there is now a huge tent of material sticking upwards. But at least the flesh is out of sight. She heaves a sigh of relief and swallows, her heart pounding uncomfortably in her chest. She’s turned on, but no way is she ever going to let him know it...
‘Well yes; but if you use a cubicle and are quiet about it, no one need know.’ Mina can’t quite get her head around the realisation that she’s having this conversation with the ex Prime Minister; it’s just too surreal for words. She shakes her head.
He sighs. ‘Well... all right. If you see some then let me know. Otherwise we’ll have to stop off somewhere quiet. I don’t suppose you might...?’
Mina gulps. ‘I don’t know about that – not exactly what I signed up for is it?’ In fact, now that he’s recovered, she’s not too sure why she’s even still here. She’d only agreed to help get him away from UNIT; now Martha and Mickey seem to have done a disappearing act and she’s on the road to Scotland with a man who is supposedly an alien – and horny as hell. The day can’t get any weirder, surely?
‘You’re telling me that Martha got you to sign a contract? How terribly anal of her.’ He’s looking out of the window as he speaks in a vaguely distracted tone.
In spite of herself, Mina laughs. ‘No, of course she didn’t, silly - it’s just an expression.’ She feels a small thrill of fear that she’d actually called him silly, but he merely gives her a look she can’t quite fathom.
The Master briefly contemplates breaking her neck – no one has called him ‘silly’ in a long, long time. In fact the last person to do that is the one he’s on his way to find...
‘Shall I put the radio on? Might help take your mind off it.’
‘No thanks – most of the dreadful ‘music’ as you call it, seems to bang on about sex or love or whatever you humans refer to it as these days, so I hardly think that will help. Hinder, perhaps.’
‘You have a point....’ Despite herself, she smiles.
‘Yes,’ he says ruefully, ‘I do. And it’s getting bigger by the second.’
‘Please...let’s talk about something else, then. Why do you need to find the Doctor?’
/I want to shag him senseless/ Comes the unbidden thought and the Master pushes it away irritably. What the hell had been in that coffee? He hasn’t had the lust this badly since.... well, must be about a year; that dreadful stuff they’d served on board the Valiant. He smiles, remembering how Lucy had barely been able to walk for days afterwards...
He looks across at her. ‘What?’
‘You were going to tell me why you need to find this Doctor friend of yours?’
‘I don’t remember telling you that he was a friend,’ he snaps, discomfort momentarily forgotten.
‘Oh, bloody Saint Martha again! Listen, we grew up as childhood friends, went to the Academy together, grew up a bit, shagged a bit, I had issues he couldn’t – wouldn’t – deal with so he buggered off and I... well, that’s not relevant. But we’re not ‘friends’, not anymore.’ He pauses. ‘It’s complicated, all right? End of subject.’
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.’
‘You didn’t. This, however, is driving me insane! Mina, we have to pull over somewhere, I really do need to deal with it...’ he groans, and presses both hands to his crotch.
Mina checks her mirrors then glances down at him again. He’s not lying, she realises; his face is screwed up in discomfort and the fabric of the jogging trousers is stretched tightly over a rather impressive erection.
‘Okay, I’ll pull over at the first opportunity.’ Keep talking, she thinks desperately. ‘Does coffee affect all of your people the same way?’
He sighs. ‘Broadly speaking, yes; we can neutralise most toxins, but this particular mix of caffeine and coffee is unusually resistant to the particular enzyme we use. A small amount is manageable, but I did have rather a lot...’ it had been stupid of him, he knows, but he’s not about to admit that to her.
‘So what will you do when you find this Doctor, then?’
There’s the merest hesitation before he replies. ‘I’ll get off this planet, of course,’ he tells her. ‘Or, I dunno, maybe we’ll stick around and take over the joint...’ he laughs. ‘Just kidding.’ He sighs heavily.
‘So the Doctor won’t be too pleased to see you then?’
‘Well, I don’t know about that... he might be, seeing that he probably thinks I’m dead. The last time we saw each other I saved his life... so I imagine he’ll be rather grateful, actually...’ and I know just how he can show it...
In fact, the Doctor had been rather altogether keen to show his feelings for the Master last time they’d met, he remembers, particularly when he’d had him all trussed up and gagged in the chair at the Naismith place... shame he’d been too busy with other things to take full advantage of the Doctor’s obvious arousal. The old man had noticed nothing – presumably the old duffer’s eyesight hadn’t been all that good, which would have spared the Doctor’s blushes but been less fun... He imagines himself straddling the Doctor... or maybe Abigail/Master... now that could’ve been fun... he recalls the psychic feedback from all the other Masters... oh, now that had been very distracting... randy devils, the lot of them, especially Abigail/Master. Something about seeing himself in female clothing had set them all off, hadn’t it? He remembers seeing him/her gazing at him, mouth open, licking his/her lips. All for him... He also remembers how difficult it had been to resist the impulse to take her/himself right there and then, even with the Doctor and Wilf and those Vinvocchi simpletons all looking on. He’d really missed an opportunity there, hadn’t he, thanks to the ruddy Vinvocchi and then bloody Rassilon. No don’t think about him... bastard! Of course, all the human-Masters had been dying, too – the gate hadn’t totally fixed that little problem, so eventually they would have consumed each other, right down to the last one... but what a way to go...eating and fucking their way to oblivion... he sighs.
‘Hey, please...hang on for a while longer!’
He comes back to himself with a start to find himself with his hand down his trousers, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock with frantic movements. Mina is in an agony of embarrassment in the seat beside him. He stills his hand, but doesn’t remove it.
‘Well, I did tell you that I’d have to deal with it,’ he points out. ‘Look, much as I loathe admitting to any failing, I can’t actually control this, Mina.’ As if to confirm this, his cock twitches in his hand and he groans.
‘Pull off somewhere – now!’
‘Bloody hell....’ Mina is mortified, and not a little afraid. What if he loses control so completely that he rapes her? Any attraction she’d felt for him evaporates and she puts her foot down, praying for a junction which will take them off the motorway and down some quiet country road. She runs through a scenario in her mind, in readiness – pulling off, releasing the seatbelt, fleeing the car. But perhaps he’ll just go off into the bushes... embarrassment is not something she normally suffers from. She’s also frightened... he’s an alien, isn’t he – with very dubious morals to boot going by what Martha has told her. Something tells her that she could so easily end up being his next victim. Tears prick her eyes and she wishes she had never become involved... but how could she have known?
‘Mina! Did you hear me? I said... pull over now!’
The Masters’ voice is strained and she risks a quick glance to her left – he’s staring fixedly ahead, his hands covering his groin. His expression is one of grim and pained determination and she realises that he is actually trying to control the urge to finish himself off. Relief makes her want to laugh out loud but she resists, worried he’ll get the wrong idea.
‘Yes, I did hear you – but nothing’s come up yet.’ She winces at the unintentional pun but the Master is far too preoccupied with his own discomfort to notice it.
‘Oh thank God, at last!’ She eases off the gas as they crest a hill and a signpost appears on the left. The unclassified tree-lined road she turns onto winds between fields and a few hundred yards in there’s a track leading to a small area of woodland. Mina pulls into it and kills the engine, pulling the keys out in one smooth motion. Her hand is on the door handle when the Master speaks.
‘Oh, don’t worry – I wasn’t intending to ravage you, Mina,’ he snaps, and Mina is sure there’s an edge of disappointment in his voice. Or is she imagining it? ‘Unless of course you want to help?’ he adds hopefully.
No, she hadn’t imagined it.
‘Er....’ she opens the door. ‘I’ll leave you to it, then. Just sound the horn when you’re done.’
She hurries away, face hot with embarrassment. This is stupid, because she’s a nurse and shouldn’t be embarrassed about such things. But there’s something about Harold Saxon –or the Master, or whatever he wants to call himself- which seems to be causing her to behave like a teenager. Don’t be ridiculous, Mina.
She walks as far into the copse as she thinks is sensible, glad that she’d thought to grab the keys. She doesn’t trust him not to drive off without her, and really, she isn’t even sure quite why he’s brought her along. She feels in her pocket for her mobile, thinking to check on Martha and Mickey, but it isn’t there. Damn! It must’ve fallen out in the car. Well she’s not going back for it now. She leans against a tree and tries hard not to think about what the Master is doing. That had been a very impressive erection; she wonders if alien penises are the same as human ones. She supposes so, seeing as he looks human in every other respect. Now that she’s away from any immediate threat, Mina finds herself feeling slightly aroused again. She sighs.
The sound of the horn makes her jump and she checks her watch. He must’ve been desperate; barely five minutes have elapsed. She turns and starts walking back to the car, wondering how awkward this is going to be. Just think of him as you would any other patient, she tells herself. It’s pretty obvious that he isn’t interested in her, and even if he was, Mina isn’t at all sure she likes the idea anymore, even if her body still seems to have other ideas.
Taking a deep breath and determined not to blush, she pulls the door open. The interior smells of sweat and an unfamiliar musky odour which goes straight to Mina’s groin, making her gasp. She grabs the door to swing herself in but doesn’t dare look at the Master.
‘Mina...’ his tone is anguished.
‘What’s wrong?’ Mina turns to him and sees that his face is contorted in a grimace of agony.
Almost against her will, she finds eyes drifting downwards and immediately she realises the problem; the Master’s cock is still hard and moreover it’s an alarming shade of puce... the professional in her takes over, embarrassment suddenly forgotten.
‘Retrograde ejaculation,’ Mina realises; her embarrassment is forgotten as the professional in her takes charge. ‘Must have been something in those drugs Stafford gave you.’
‘What do you suggest?’ He pants.
‘Well ordinarily we’d stop the drugs, or give you something to counteract the effect... failing that, ice. Anything to cool things down, reduce the swelling.’ Unfortunately they have neither to hand.
‘There is one other way.’ He flinches in discomfort and, Mina realises, embarrassment. It’s something of a revelation, given that Martha told her he was shameless.
‘Yes... Time Lords have telepathic abilities. The... touch... of another mind... it can sometimes help in circumstances... like this. We have a bypass mechanism which can only be activated ....’ He gulps and shudders.
‘Right....’ Mina isn’t sure what he’s asking, but has a sneaking suspicion it could prove embarrassing.
‘I wouldn’t ask if there were any other way.’
Oh God... but strangely she no longer feels afraid. Perhaps it’s one of those occasions when the fear of something is far worse than the event itself. Calmness descends on her –in spite of the fact that her pulse is suddenly hammering in her throat.
‘Okay... so what can I do? Because if the tube is closed then the swelling needs to be reduced before you can...’
‘It’s not quite... as simple as that with... us,’ he takes a deep breath and lets it out again. ‘As I said, there’s a bypass mechanism but I can’t trigger it myself. It needs...another mind.’ He’s not even sure it will work with a human, stunted as their psychic abilities are. But he’ll have to try it. He shifts slightly in the seat so that he’s facing her.
‘Do you trust me?’
‘I... don’t know. Should I?’ Breathe slowly, don’t hyperventilate. You’re just helping him out. It doesn’t mean anything...
He smiles, then, and Mina’s breath catches in her throat. How could she have not noticed the colour of his eyes before? They’re golden amber, soft and warm – she feels that she could stare at them for hours. His smile seems to light up his face; so different to the sullen scowl he mostly seems to wear.
‘You should smile more often,’ she blurts, unable to help herself.
‘So should you,’ he says softly, and Mina feels a thrill run through her. Oh God... it had sounded as if he just wanted access to her mind, but suddenly she very much hopes that he wants more than that because she’s so up for it all of a sudden, really she is.
When he touches his hand to her face she finds herself leaning into his touch. His breath is cool on her face as he brings the other hand up to touch her temple and cheek, and she hardly notices as his other hand does the same on the other side. And suddenly he’s there, in her mind, and she thinks she might cry because she can feel his pain and his loneliness and his need....
‘Let me help,’ she says simply, and is horrified by the feel of terror and rage as something that feels like a huge metal door slams shut between them, leaving her bereft.
The Master recoils in horror; those words -even the inflection - are just like him and he doesn’t want to admit to that, won’t admit to needing him in any way whatsoever. Not now, not ever. Not revisiting that place, thank you very much. He’d lowered his guard twice before, and it hadn’t exactly got him anywhere, had it?
But the slamming down of his mental defences means he can’t ease his arousal, and he really needs to do that because otherwise how is he to function?
‘Wh-what’s wrong?’ Mina’s voice is confused and he realises that he’s going to have to open himself to her again if he’s to gain any kind of relief. Her words had taken him by surprise... he won’t let it happen again.
‘Bad memory...’ he says curtly, unable to bring himself to apologise even though he recognises that she probably needs the sentiment – he doesn’t have to mean it, but even so he can’t do it, can’t say the words.
‘It’s okay... it doesn’t matter...’ she whispers, and he suddenly realises that his earlier hypnosis has worked better than he dared hope... she needs this, he thinks. Needs it almost as much as I do...
When the Master lowers his shields again Mina smiles, and feels his answering satisfaction.
/What do I do? / She asks, not even realising that she hasn’t spoken aloud.
/You’re doing it/
/I am? /
/Yes. Now be quiet. /
He puts his forehead against hers and conjures up an image in his mind, pushes it towards her; her hand on his arousal. Better start gently, he thinks with the still shielded portion of his mind. He’s totally unprepared for her response; an image of her straddling him, sliding down on him. It’s so unexpected that he almost slams the barrier up again but catches it just in time. Seems he might have to revise his opinion of her stunted psychic abilities...
Mina is barely aware that what she and the Master are indulging in is, for want of a better term, ‘psychic sex’... their bodies remain perfectly still in the vehicle, locked in a tableau of forehead to forehead, with Mina’s own hands laying palm upwards in her lap. As she and the Master mind-fuck her hands slowly clench into fists, curling and unfurling with the rhythm of their mind-selves’ movements. The Master, who is slightly more accustomed to the practise, begins to rock his hips backward and forward as he seeks physical as well as psychic relief; but although in her mind Mina’s hands are all over the Master’s body, in the physical world she’s unable to do more than flex her fingers and the Master’s movements gradually become more and more agitated. He’s trapped in the hideous sweat pants and the friction is beginning to make him sore.
/Mina... your hands... move your hands..../ he tries to send her a picture of them in the car, head to head and her hands on his cock, but she’s lost in sensation and continues to ignore him as she gasps above him. And then she climaxes, shuddering and writhing in his lap and he feels his own orgasm building; helpless to control it now; he can only go with the flow. He feels his cock jerk and go into spasm; the sensation of his own seed hitting his stomach is painful and delicious at the same time. He groans, lost in the sheer relief of the act.
He must have lost consciousness then, because the next thing he’s aware of is that gentle hands are cleaning him up, quietly and efficiently. Mina. Reluctantly, he opens his eyes, and sees her face, flushed but calm, focused on her ministrations to him and unaware that she’s being observed.
‘Thank you,’ he murmurs, suddenly exhausted, and is rewarded with her gasp of surprise.
‘That’s okay...’ she blushes prettily. ‘I... enjoyed it too. And I’m glad I could help.’
‘Mmm....’ and knowing he’s doing so, not wanting to and yet completely unable to prevent it, he’s sliding into an exhausted sleep.
Mina looks down on the Master as his eyes slide shut and his head slumps to one side. She’d come to her senses to discover that her underwear was damp and her heart pounding fit to burst. She had glanced downwards, expecting to find them both naked from the waist down, but they’d both been in much the same position they were before. The only difference she’d been able to see was that the Master’s erection had subsided, a darker damp patch on the front of his sweatshirt testament that his plan had worked.
Bloody incredible, she thinks as she bundles up the soiled tissues and drops them –temporarily, at least- into the foot well. Sex without the sex...all in the mind... Wow. As a way to procreate it’s certainly not much use; but it’s almost certainly the safest sex one could ever have.
She ponders over her own cleanup operation and realises there isn’t much for it but to get herself some clean panties at the next opportunity since she’s used up all the tissues seeing to the Master’s needs. She hopes that he’s grateful.
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