I don't own Doctor Who. Hi all, this is my first DW fic so just bear it in mind when you read it. I've decided there will be a sexual element brought into the relationship between the Master and the Doctor later on, but probably not the way some of you might hope for. The story beings directly at the end of 'The Last of the Time Lords'.
This will have chapters which will get very dark and cruel at points later in the plot, but considering the characters involved this really shouldn't surprise you, and it will also get graphic which is why this is an 'M' rating.
If none of these elements have put you off then I hope you enjoy this fic!
The glow had started the worry, he hadn't really been moved by the girls words just now; they had meant nothing to him for hope, prayer and faith… well, they were all fine notions for a source of strength – even he recognised that. But having the sources for strength didn't make the threat of using it all that threatening unless it had the power to stop him, and this pitiful planet of mongrels didn't have any kind of powers to use.
Not any that counted against someone like him anyway.
But as the glow then it had dawned on him he suddenly realised he'd short changed the human race.
They did have power; they had the Doctor.
And the Doctor had a history of saving them.
So what the two of them had been really been talking about to him just now meant they had been planning this for a whole year without him even recognising the risk!
"Stop that." He hissed at the glowing light shining from the small cage "Stop it now! No, no you don't!"
The chanting coming in over the audio, the whispered words of salvation coming from everyone around him, made his head spin.
Even the subconscious voice in back of his mind seemed to be joining in!
"Doctor." The people around him in the room began to chant.
Doctor
Doctor
"I order you to stop!" he barked angrily at the man harnessing all the power in the room. The man who only seconds before had been shrivelled, shrunk and wizened within a bird cage and now stood freely on his own two feet. Slowly The Doctor regained the vigour and strength of youth as by each moment that passed the scientific marvel that had robbed him of his years was undone all by the sheer power of will he was channelling into himself.
It was not lost on the Master that all this was being made possible through the equipment that he himself had first used to trick the world into liking him and voting him into a position of power from which he could then rule them. The same technology which he had then later used again to create a continually induced state of fear which had kept the stunted little apes from rising up against their new Master!
The arch angel network had done a damn good job supressing the miserable lot of them into submission, it had freed up time and it had helped maintain utter dominion without his needing to waste all of his Toclophane with policing duties, which seemed a bit of a lack of foresight on his behalf now now as all this wonderful technology was being used against him!
All his marvellous, murderous 'children' were all up in space waiting for his command to make an all out assault on the known universe, when he more desperately needed them down here, right now, to break up that rabble that was providing the strength of will the Doctor needed to reverse the aging process the Master had used on him!
"I've had a whole year to acclimatise myself with your psychic barrier and integrate with its matrixes" The man the whole world now knew as 'The Doctor' stood tall and as he spoke, his eyes were hard and his mouth was set in a determined clench "There's one thing you can't do; stop them thinking!"
The Master's jaw sagged and eyes went wide in astonishment as suddenly the Doctor lifted himself off the ground surrounded by a shimmering aura of psychic energy – where the hell had that ability come from?
"Tell me the human race is degenerate now!" the Doctor stated defiantly "They can do this!"
The Doctor made that statement with absolute satisfaction written across his face and the pride he had of the human race was more than a little noticeable in his voice.
The Master stood aghast, amazed and frozen… and then absolutely furious at the scene before him; he'd been outwitted! Him! The 'Master of All' had once again been out witted by the Doctor.
Again…!
Every bloody time! The voice raged in the back of his head.
"No!" he snarled angrily and raised his Laser Screwdriver to fire a shot at the other Time Lord, straight for his heart.
"I'm sorry." The other man replied calmly as the laser hit the barrier and spent its power without causing any damage "I'm so sorry." He repeated with a hint of smugness.
The Master was now feeling a very definite swell of fear taking hold of him. He could not lose – he must not lose! How could he stop the man… perhaps hurt him? No, no… not whilst the Doctor had that barrier in front of him, so he had to break his concentration somehow and make him lower his guard…
and then a wicked idea born of desperation and murderous intent dawned on him as his eyes fell on the huddled Jones' family in the corner as well as all the other humans in the room.
He readjusted the power on his screwdriver and turned in their direction.
"Then I'll kill them!" he threatened as he took aim.
He saw the Doctor snap his hand forward towards him like he was throwing something at him and a second later his Laser Screwdriver flew out of his grasp as though it had been yanked away by an invisible hand.
The Master stared in horror as he suddenly realised there was nothing he do to stop the Doctor... he had no way to prevent him from winning; he had no weapons, no back-up plan, no allies and no hostages!
"You – you can't do this!" he stated disbelievingly. He turned to face the floating Doctor "You can't do this! No! No it's.. it's not fair!" he shouted at the hovering man, he had meant for it to sound defiant, maybe even intimidating but his fear was now robbing him of his composure and his shouting now made him sound like an angry child throwing a tantrum.
"And you know what happens now – I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen." The Doctor told him matter-of-factly.
"No!" The Master cried out in terror and backed away from the man who was now floating towards him "No!" he begged again as he fell further back down from his balcony to the floor of the Valiant. The Master literally retreated as far as he could to avoid what he knew the other man was going to do now he had control of the situation and the Earth was out of danger.
The Master's back hit the wall and he realised he was out of room to escape the Doctor, but that wasn't going to stop him trying! He ducked down and clawed at the wall, trying futilely to escape through it and get away from the other Time Lord.
He heard the Doctor's feet settle down behind him and felt the man crouch down over him. He covered his head and whimpered pitifully as for a moment the drumbeats in his head intensified to a painful level and his fear overwhelmed him completely.
The other man put his arms around him in a gentle embrace "I forgive you." The Doctor whispered to him.
Forgiveness and pity were the last things the Master wanted from this man. It was always like this; the Master was always forgiven by the Doctor no matter what he'd done, and no matter what it had cost the Doctor to stop him.
It was one of the things he hated the most about the Doctor. The man who claimed he wanted to help him seemed only to want to help if it made him happy and left him in control.
The Doctor was as bad as he was – he just happened to get away with it because he got people to trust him rather than fear him.
It sickened him!
The Master slammed his elbow back into the Doctors stomach to get him off him and the taller Time Lord fell back with a gasp of pain. A second later the Master reached into his pocket to grab a hold of the hand held time travelling device that he had taken off Martha Jones, but the Doctor was upon him in an instant and wrenched his arm away viciously which sent the small machine he'd just taken a hold of flying across the room away from him.
The Master turned with a snarl to grab the other man but then something struck him on the back of the head and he fell with the world spinning. He heard shouting and pandemonium around him but his world was too foggy to make it out.
His sight faded as lost consciousness from the blow he'd just received.
He'd woken up with his head pounding and he knew immediately he wasn't on the Valiant.
Opening the door of the room he'd woken up in he'd recognised one of the long corridors that spiralled away from the control room of the Doctors TARDIS.
The Master was grateful at first for the Doctor's foolishness; having woken up and found himself robbed of all his possessions he'd been dismayed but now he realised there was no Doctor on board he'd consoled himself that it wasn't the first time he'd lost but there was always next time, and the first thing he had tried to do upon realised where he was being kept was to escape using the TARDIS to get away.
He'd then felt metal pressing on his ankles and wrists and upon inspection he'd realised that the Doctor hadn't been quite as thoughtless as he'd first thought in leaving him alone on board.
His captor had decided to fit alien restraints onto both the Master's arms and legs. The Master recognised handcuffs when he saw them, but the blinking blue lights were giveaways that the technology was alien.
He'd hurried to get to the control room as soon as he'd seen them; he had to get away now that the Doctor had tagged him! If he let the other man get on board then he'd be able to track him where ever he went here or anywhere on this planet. The only safe place to go was another time that was anywhere but this anywhere but the one they were currently residing in.
Once he was safely away he could then get the damn things off.
Reaching the control room he'd then been introduced to exactly what the technology on his person was; and he'd been mistaken about it being a simple tracking device.
All four devices had suddenly gone red as soon as he'd walked past the door and a second later he'd been jolted with a low electrical shock, it hadn't hurt him but he couldn't feel his arms or legs after the initial tingling had faded.
A second later another chime had sounded and suddenly the Master had begun to slide back out of the door as the cuffs on his legs pulled him back. When he was out of the control room the binds on his arms had chimed and then he'd been lifted up to the ceiling as though gravity had suddenly reversed and then he'd been carried back to his room dangling motionless from the ceiling like a turkey in a shop window before being dropped back to the floor.
An attempt to then remove the devices by banging them onto the wall had been met with equally embarrassing failure. The second he'd smacked them against the wall they'd activated with a chime and a red glow. The Master had then been flung back against the wall behind him by his arms and legs, flung forward into the wall he'd just banged the cuffs against, had the motion repeated several times between floor and ceiling and then held suspended in the air and spun around violently until he was ready to be sick. His cuffs had then released him, a groggy and groaning wreck by this point, back onto the floor to recover.
Whilst not too painful he'd realised to his mortification that his little punishment by the abused devices had not gone unnoticed.
Glaring up at the smiling Doctor the Master had managed a little groan of disgust before he'd curled up again.
The Doctor was most amused. It hadn't been easy finding a way to keep the Master safely contained but fortunately the Valiant had been stocked with medical supplies and anaesthetic had helped to keep the Master unconscious until he'd found something.
The cuffs were like the human design, well sort of human anyway; actually more like inspired considering the species that had made these were descendants of human and alien interbreeding – but anyway! In a previous incarnation he'd been given them as a sort of gift on his travels. A bit of a humorous apology by the natives, the Doctor had been accused of trespassing and had been placed in these cuffs himself during that visit whilst he'd been cross checked by the authorities, he'd protested innocence a little too strongly and had been subjected to their unique way of a restraining a criminal.
The species wasn't violent by nature, but they were a very proud people on their planet and humiliation in front of your peers was a good way of ensuring future behaviour if you didn't want your punishment to be aired on television with your name.
It was a little bit like the way humans had put people in the stocks to be pelted and made fun of by the mob to teach them a lesson in the past he supposed but when he'd been released he'd been told to keep the cuffs as a reminder to ask before he invited himself onto their planet in future.
He'd decided to stay clear of it after that when he had companions just to be on the safe side, he wasn't sure if they might have decided to broadcast him getting flung around a room and being sick for their entertainment anyway considering he wasn't one of their species and he didn't really want to share that reminder with anyone.
But he had to admit that maybe those aliens were on to something after watching the Master get thrown around a little for acting up.
He smiled and picked the other man up "Come on. Fun's over, time to get a check up." he said cheerfully.
"I hate you Doctor." The Master said, still a little green in the face.
"Yes well, I'm sure we'll both look back on this and laugh one day." He replied.
A look from the Master suggested it would be a cold day in hell before he recalled a moment like this happily alongside the Doctor with anything less than the use of thumb screws.
As he was taken back into his room it dawned on the Master that this was going to be his fate; he was going to be kept like a pet on board the TARDIS for the rest of his life!
He wanted to scream but his stomach hurt and he wasn't sure if he could keep his bile contained if he opened his mouth. All he had right now was the clothes on his back and he'd be damned if he gave the Doctor the satisfaction of seeing them soiled.
But he'd get the Doctor back for this and everything he'd done to him even if he had to wait years... he swore no matter what it took he was going to make sure that the next time he got free he'd make sure the Doctor never never thought about forgiving him again!
He smiled grimly to himself as the Doctor helped him to his bed he lay back down for the first of what he suspected would be too many talks with his old enemy.
One day he thought One day I'll shut you up.
Okay thats chapter 1. I hope its a good start and I'd like to know what people think. R&R please!
