Characters: Jack Harkness, the Master
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Spoilers: End of Series 3.
AN: I just couldn’t try and kill the Doctor for this category, so Jack in the Box got to come out. The Master wandered in and demanded I let him play with Jack. I tried to make this canon, and not graphic.
“Only an hour? All that took you an hour to come back from?” The deranged Time Lord in front of me shook his head, whether in admiration or disappointment, I’m not sure. Like I have a choice when it comes down to when air gets sucked into my lungs, when my heart starts beating again. There are times when I wish I could have stayed dead a little longer. There are times, of course, when the opposite is true.
The universe is perverse that way.
“There’s no point in finishing that page off, then, if this is all you’re going to give me.”
He sounds disappointed, and the disappointed psychotic mad man with delusions of godhood over the Earth tends to hurt everybody else when one of his toys are not playing their part. I don’t have a choice, not if I don’t want to see Tosh with a black eye, or hear from Francine that the Doctor looks even more heartbroken than he did last month when he realized just what the Toclafane were. I’m sure the Doctor and the Master have really interesting hearts to hearts conversations in the middle of the night, ones that the Doctor will probably stew over for another 900 years.
There’s nothing else to do. “What have you got then, some sort of checklist going here?” I ask, scoffing. “Hate to break it to you, but everything has pretty much been tried.”
The Master’s grin is too shark-like for my taste. “Oh, really, Freak?” he whispers.
I decide, right then and there, not to count how many times he kills me anymore. That number, I think, is going to get really high, really quickly.