Author Notes; First story ever published on here by me! ... You'd think I'd done a better job, non? Either way, woo! Accomplishment!
Thanks to Tattles, Bridgette and Casey for actually getting me to post it. They're freakin' awesome.
All Tied Up
And there he was, The Doctor, stripped of his coat, sonic screwdriver and dignity. He had strategically warned him that negotiating with a group of power hungry giraffe sub-species was a bad idea; so he didn't exactly feel guilty for not informing him of his stupidity.
It was actually quite endearing, and though there was a rather evident time limit; he wasn't about to waste such a precious and, rather inspiring moment.
The Master sauntered across the floorboards and toward the edge of the rack, where the other Time lord laid – all limbs bound. He took note of the torture devices that surround them; the crackling fire in which heated multiple metal rods. He was a bit disappointed he hadn't managed a dungeon back on Earth, the classic one you saw on those quaint little earth movies and not so much wires and chains like he had grown accustomed to in the valiant. Even so
"The pain you must be in, Doctor…" The Masters voice was a cooling calm in contrast to the others frenzy. Somehow, he always seemed to maintain an aura of control despite how deeply out of control he really was.
The Doctor remained wide eyed, impatient – everything told him he needed to seize the chance of another able entity in the room, complete with opposable thumbs.
"Yes - Yes! Untie me!" He spoke frantically, dismissing his ailments.
The Master hummed amusedly, a smile spreading across his lips; mind teeming with ideas. Inquisitive gaze found the glowing metal not too far from the others delicate skin "Hot pokers…" a mischievous glint to his hazel eyes.
"Yes, they are." The Doctors voice raised an octave with urgency; he was well beyond playing the Masters games. "Now c'mon!"
He was ignored. Instead The Master chose to admire the handy work; running a thumb along the restraints. "Manila rope..." He seemed impressed; but more so to the fact that something so simple could constrain the Doctor so effectively.
The other Time lord caught on – or rather, gave in. "Later! … Just untie me!" The Doctor spoke desperately, tense.
Triumph. "Later?" Brow raised briefly before leering "…Is that a promise, Doctor?"
"Yes!"
With a smirk, the Time lords' skillful fingers worked diligently to unknot the primitive rope that had been used to secure the Doctor and moved back - watching as the Good Doctor rose quickly and frantically ran to save his beloved human race…again.
Pursing his lips in boredom, he exhaled sharply. Sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered.
Then again… he always had later.