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beholdthedrums) wrote2009-05-07 09:28 pm
beholdthedrums) wrote2009-05-07 09:28 pm
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FIC: Alternative Manipulation
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Prompt: Woops you've been turned into a child. Now what?
Character(s): The Master, The Rani
Words: 1,351
Notes: AU Post-LotTL. Some spoilers for such. I suppose the Master has managed to flit around on Earth away from the Doctor.
Alternative Manipulation
It’s so incredibly human like this. Feeling inferior when he knows he can do so much better. He’s not quite sure who to blame for it, but he knows he’ll kill someone, child or not, he’s still a Time Lord. He should be feared in that aspect. Instead? He woke up in a bloody day care and they had confiscated his screwdriver. Wrong move.
Getting out of the room had been easy. Running in to company was more ‘fun’ than anything. “Look, you!” he snaps, pointing a not-so-threatening finger. He growls at how pathetic this sounds. And he’s short. How does he pull off his superiority when he’s short, squeaky, and (the initial problem) a bleedin’ child?! “You’ve no idea who you got your mitts on! I want out of here, now. And my screwdriver back!”
“Why, you’re just a little rugrat now, aren’t you?”
…Did she find this cute?
He clenches his fists at his sides. “I’m a Time Lord. Do you know what that is? Or is that too much for your human mind? Presuming you’re human, of course. Don’t look like much else. Is this even Earth?” Might as well try to get some answers from the whore.
“I use to pretend I wasn’t human when I was your age,” is all she says, musing to herself. “We should get you back to the others…”
“No, don’t you get it? I don’t belong here!”
“Honey, everyone thinks that at some point.”
He couldn’t believe this – did she really –
“Jess, someone’s here to pick up the new boy.”
“Oh! It looks like you get to go home after all.”
What… Who would be… If this was the Doctor’s doing, the Master was going to be furious. Instead, he silently does this woman’s bidding and follows her into the reception. It’s there, he grows cold. Not the Doctor.
“Harry, dear!” Lucy. “I was so worried about you, but you seem to have turned out quite alright.” She starts towards him, her smile fake; just the doll as always, but this was something more. Something was different about her, and it wasn’t the whole shooting deal. Could she have…
“Aren’t you not supposed to let children go with random people?” he asks quickly, staring up at the woman who led him here while backing up quickly. “She could be a serial killer.” She could kill me again. “Or… a pedophile!”
The woman only tsked. “Ms. Saxon, you should really try to keep him away from the internet. The things he says…”
“Oh, I know. I do try my hardest. Come now, Harry, let’s not bother these people now. We have plenty of work that needs doing.”
“Work? I’m hardly doing any work with you, woman! I haven’t forgotten our last encounter, thank you!” he yells, and she suddenly grabs him, trying to give a nervous smile, like she was to be pitied by these people watching on and doing nothing. Humans were so stupid, and he felt as weak as one in this body. Humiliating.
“I have your screwdriver,” she whispers to him, and he merely glares at her. “Just behave, won’t you, Master?” she hums his name, and despite his immense hatred for her, he can’t help but succumb to that trigger. At least get him away from the bloody audience so then he can lash out at her.
Yes. That’s the plan.
They get to a car before he manages to break away again, eyes cold, calculating. She doesn’t look so innocent anymore herself. Her posture is different. She isn’t so frail; she’s confident. It hasn’t been that long since the incident on the Valiant… what’s changed?
“Oh Master,” she starts, shaking her head. “You always were so stubborn in your ways.” She sets a hand on the roof of her car and watches him, chuckling to herself. “Funny how you were saved by a human from death… it would have been miraculous for you, wouldn’t it, if you had died in the poor Doctor’s arms. How sappy. And you would have won, too. End your crazy obsession.”
“Lucy. What the hell are you going on about?” he asks carefully.
“Don’t call me that!” she snaps, to his surprise. “So human…” she murmurs, then walks over to him and crouches down, tilting her head to the side and smiling at how wary he is. “Ahh… I sometimes forget with how much time has passed. You can’t sense it, can you?”
He stares at her blankly, still at a loss of what she was talking about. Perhaps she had lost her mind since shooting her dear old husband. Humans were frail like that. He’d be amused if he broke her so much.
“No, I suppose not,” she continues softly. “Oh, that’s alright I suppose. It doesn’t matter so much nowadays.” She laughs, and before he can respond about her lapse in sanity, reaches out a hand and touches it against his temple. He doesn’t need to see much. A simple flash or two and he stumbles away, staring wide-eyed at her, gasping.
He’s not sure whether to be furious or afraid. “Rani,” he hisses, “What the hell did you do to me?!”
“I was only having a bit of fun, Master,” she tells him. She smirks, and he hates her, because she shouldn’t be alive. Should have died in the Time War – but did she even fight? Sure as hell though, she should not be Lucy. “Don’t give me that look. I suppressed my memories while we were ‘married.’ The thought of it now is as much unpleasant to me as it is you.”
“You shot me!”
“I know.” She straightens again, pacing away. “You lived. How unfortunate,” she drawls, annoyed. “So now instead if cherishing a victory over the Doctor – where is he, anyway? I had hoped he would be present. No matter. Now you get to experience a period of weakness.”
“Why? What’s the point?!” Why make him into a child; what sort of revenge was that?
“Amusement, I suppose. And bait. Eventually, the Doctor will come for you, will he not? You are the only Time Lord left, after all. As far as he knows.” She grins. “Surely he will know something is wrong. Land nearby with his old clunky TARDIS and fall right into my trap.”
“You’re not one to ever want the Doctor. Or his TARDIS.” He glances around for a way to run. He doesn’t really want to hear anymore of her ‘answers’ and he can always make a new screwdriver. Like it’s that hard. …Although getting materials when he’s in this form… dammit.
“Yes, that was normally your ploy. Unfortunately, my TARDIS is long since gone, as is your own, I would imagine. And so that rubbish is the only option I have.”
“Well, good luck with that,” he tells her, and then bolts.
She holds up a small device and clicks a button. He finds himself meeting a wall that he can’t see, and turns around to growl at her.
“I had to setup precautions, of course. Dealing with you and all.”
“Rani. You don’t need me. All you have to do if open your mind and he’ll come running like you’re his lost love.”
She looks thoughtful for a moment. Distracted. But she shakes it off and leans against her car. “No. It’s more fun this way. ‘Master-in-a-box.’ Yes, all around you is blocked off. You can still try, though. Children and their imagination!” She laughs again. “I wonder what the Doctor will say when he sees you. Maybe still try to ‘keep’ you. Wouldn’t that be interesting, Master? I take the TARDIS, and you two are stranded here. How domestic it could be for him.”
“I’ll kill you,” he roars at her. How dare she put him in this disgusting form and then expect to even leave him like it after she gets what she wants?! She can’t be serious…
“You can try,” she answers with a shrug. A glance at the sky and she grins. “It’s only a matter of time.”
justpromptsPrompt: Woops you've been turned into a child. Now what?
Character(s): The Master, The Rani
Words: 1,351
Notes: AU Post-LotTL. Some spoilers for such. I suppose the Master has managed to flit around on Earth away from the Doctor.
Alternative Manipulation
It’s so incredibly human like this. Feeling inferior when he knows he can do so much better. He’s not quite sure who to blame for it, but he knows he’ll kill someone, child or not, he’s still a Time Lord. He should be feared in that aspect. Instead? He woke up in a bloody day care and they had confiscated his screwdriver. Wrong move.
Getting out of the room had been easy. Running in to company was more ‘fun’ than anything. “Look, you!” he snaps, pointing a not-so-threatening finger. He growls at how pathetic this sounds. And he’s short. How does he pull off his superiority when he’s short, squeaky, and (the initial problem) a bleedin’ child?! “You’ve no idea who you got your mitts on! I want out of here, now. And my screwdriver back!”
“Why, you’re just a little rugrat now, aren’t you?”
…Did she find this cute?
He clenches his fists at his sides. “I’m a Time Lord. Do you know what that is? Or is that too much for your human mind? Presuming you’re human, of course. Don’t look like much else. Is this even Earth?” Might as well try to get some answers from the whore.
“I use to pretend I wasn’t human when I was your age,” is all she says, musing to herself. “We should get you back to the others…”
“No, don’t you get it? I don’t belong here!”
“Honey, everyone thinks that at some point.”
He couldn’t believe this – did she really –
“Jess, someone’s here to pick up the new boy.”
“Oh! It looks like you get to go home after all.”
What… Who would be… If this was the Doctor’s doing, the Master was going to be furious. Instead, he silently does this woman’s bidding and follows her into the reception. It’s there, he grows cold. Not the Doctor.
“Harry, dear!” Lucy. “I was so worried about you, but you seem to have turned out quite alright.” She starts towards him, her smile fake; just the doll as always, but this was something more. Something was different about her, and it wasn’t the whole shooting deal. Could she have…
“Aren’t you not supposed to let children go with random people?” he asks quickly, staring up at the woman who led him here while backing up quickly. “She could be a serial killer.” She could kill me again. “Or… a pedophile!”
The woman only tsked. “Ms. Saxon, you should really try to keep him away from the internet. The things he says…”
“Oh, I know. I do try my hardest. Come now, Harry, let’s not bother these people now. We have plenty of work that needs doing.”
“Work? I’m hardly doing any work with you, woman! I haven’t forgotten our last encounter, thank you!” he yells, and she suddenly grabs him, trying to give a nervous smile, like she was to be pitied by these people watching on and doing nothing. Humans were so stupid, and he felt as weak as one in this body. Humiliating.
“I have your screwdriver,” she whispers to him, and he merely glares at her. “Just behave, won’t you, Master?” she hums his name, and despite his immense hatred for her, he can’t help but succumb to that trigger. At least get him away from the bloody audience so then he can lash out at her.
Yes. That’s the plan.
They get to a car before he manages to break away again, eyes cold, calculating. She doesn’t look so innocent anymore herself. Her posture is different. She isn’t so frail; she’s confident. It hasn’t been that long since the incident on the Valiant… what’s changed?
“Oh Master,” she starts, shaking her head. “You always were so stubborn in your ways.” She sets a hand on the roof of her car and watches him, chuckling to herself. “Funny how you were saved by a human from death… it would have been miraculous for you, wouldn’t it, if you had died in the poor Doctor’s arms. How sappy. And you would have won, too. End your crazy obsession.”
“Lucy. What the hell are you going on about?” he asks carefully.
“Don’t call me that!” she snaps, to his surprise. “So human…” she murmurs, then walks over to him and crouches down, tilting her head to the side and smiling at how wary he is. “Ahh… I sometimes forget with how much time has passed. You can’t sense it, can you?”
He stares at her blankly, still at a loss of what she was talking about. Perhaps she had lost her mind since shooting her dear old husband. Humans were frail like that. He’d be amused if he broke her so much.
“No, I suppose not,” she continues softly. “Oh, that’s alright I suppose. It doesn’t matter so much nowadays.” She laughs, and before he can respond about her lapse in sanity, reaches out a hand and touches it against his temple. He doesn’t need to see much. A simple flash or two and he stumbles away, staring wide-eyed at her, gasping.
He’s not sure whether to be furious or afraid. “Rani,” he hisses, “What the hell did you do to me?!”
“I was only having a bit of fun, Master,” she tells him. She smirks, and he hates her, because she shouldn’t be alive. Should have died in the Time War – but did she even fight? Sure as hell though, she should not be Lucy. “Don’t give me that look. I suppressed my memories while we were ‘married.’ The thought of it now is as much unpleasant to me as it is you.”
“You shot me!”
“I know.” She straightens again, pacing away. “You lived. How unfortunate,” she drawls, annoyed. “So now instead if cherishing a victory over the Doctor – where is he, anyway? I had hoped he would be present. No matter. Now you get to experience a period of weakness.”
“Why? What’s the point?!” Why make him into a child; what sort of revenge was that?
“Amusement, I suppose. And bait. Eventually, the Doctor will come for you, will he not? You are the only Time Lord left, after all. As far as he knows.” She grins. “Surely he will know something is wrong. Land nearby with his old clunky TARDIS and fall right into my trap.”
“You’re not one to ever want the Doctor. Or his TARDIS.” He glances around for a way to run. He doesn’t really want to hear anymore of her ‘answers’ and he can always make a new screwdriver. Like it’s that hard. …Although getting materials when he’s in this form… dammit.
“Yes, that was normally your ploy. Unfortunately, my TARDIS is long since gone, as is your own, I would imagine. And so that rubbish is the only option I have.”
“Well, good luck with that,” he tells her, and then bolts.
She holds up a small device and clicks a button. He finds himself meeting a wall that he can’t see, and turns around to growl at her.
“I had to setup precautions, of course. Dealing with you and all.”
“Rani. You don’t need me. All you have to do if open your mind and he’ll come running like you’re his lost love.”
She looks thoughtful for a moment. Distracted. But she shakes it off and leans against her car. “No. It’s more fun this way. ‘Master-in-a-box.’ Yes, all around you is blocked off. You can still try, though. Children and their imagination!” She laughs again. “I wonder what the Doctor will say when he sees you. Maybe still try to ‘keep’ you. Wouldn’t that be interesting, Master? I take the TARDIS, and you two are stranded here. How domestic it could be for him.”
“I’ll kill you,” he roars at her. How dare she put him in this disgusting form and then expect to even leave him like it after she gets what she wants?! She can’t be serious…
“You can try,” she answers with a shrug. A glance at the sky and she grins. “It’s only a matter of time.”