Slow…updater…I'm…such…a…
FAAAAAAAAAAAIL! *falls down*
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The irony that "Blackpool" is on while I'm watching this is not lost on me. The fact that David Tennant was just in a BAAAATH TUB with some random lady was just… GUUUH!
An Unlikely Pairing
The Master flopped onto the hard wooden seat, stretching and lying back in a useless attempt to get comfortable.
He really was surprised that the Doctor had kept the cells offered by every good Tardis – he never seemed like the type of Time Lord who would ever need prison cells. But, then again, you learn something new every day.
Jack Harkness and Martha Jones stood by the door, still watching him with cold eyes. The Master didn't look at them, under the delusion that if they would disappear if he ignored them. It was only when the door clicked totally shut, and there was a quiet clang as it locked that the Master looked up, to see the Jack alone remained in the room, his face stoic.
"Oh God," the Master groaned, unable to resist the insane chuckle that followed, "What is it now, Captain Cheesecake?"
Jack didn't reply; instead, he simply stepped forward and pulled off his heavy coat, throwing it in one corner of the cramped space.
"Up."
It wasn't a question, or a statement; it was a demand.
The Master eyed the American, one brow arched, before tentatively sitting up.
"What do you want?" he asked sceptically.
"You, on your feet, now." Jack deadpanned, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.
"Knowing your tendencies, you'll want me on my hands and knees next," the Master sneered, but he stood nonetheless. Jack smiled down at the shorter man.
"Thank you," he crooned, before suddenly his fist was making contact with the Master's face, sending the Time Lord down to the floor with a thump and a oof!, blood dripping down his cheeks from his nose.
"Ah-ha!" Jack singsong-ed, unclenching his fist and shaking his hand, actually dancing from foot to foot with unsuppressed glee, "Now that felt good! Very good! I've wanted to do that for a looong time, y'hear me? That was a long time coming!"
The Master sat up with a groan, pressing a hand to his bleeding nose, "Fine, fine, you've finally achieved your life's ambition. Can you stop abusing your prisoner now?"
"Well, I can promise I'm done hitting you," Jack chuckled, turning away from the Master, "But I'm not done here."
"What do you want, then?" came the groggy reply as the Time Lord pulled himself up onto the bench, one hand still pressed to his face.
Jack turned around suddenly, all trace of a smile or humour gone, "Donna."
The Master couldn't help his heart skipping a beat at the mention of her name, although his brain instantly started screaming abuse.
Forget that stupid cow!
Stop acting like you have a school-boy crush!
She is nothing!
He hoped that none of these thoughts and feelings showed on his face… luckily for him, his hand was covering most of it.
"What happened between you too?" Jack demanded, folding his arms defiantly, "And don't jerk me around and lie, because Donna is a friend of mine and when it comes to her I demand justice!"
"You met her once!" the Master pointed out, voice muffled by his hand.
Jack's eyes narrowed, and he pulled a tissue, moving the Master's sticky hand and replacing it with his own, "Once is certainly long enough to learn to care about somebody."
The Master slapped away Jack's hand, but stole the tissue from the American's grip, "Fine. Look, as that traitorous guard already told you, I was a…frequent visitor to Donna's room."
Jack frowned slightly, "Were you a…a consensual visitor?"
He would never admit it to anybody, but it did take the Master a moment or two to fully comprehend what Jack was suggesting. When he did, he recoiled so violently his head smacked back against the hard wall, and he howled in pain, his spare hand rubbing the back of his head.
"WHAT!?" he screeched, horrified by both the suggest and Jack's amused chuckling, "Of course it was consensual! I would never…never…"
"Well, I'm sorry if you seem like the sort of person who would," Jack snarled sarcastically, "I mean, murder and betrayal and mutiny, sure, but rape…"
The Master's face flushed furiously, "I would never do something like that to Donna – not her, not ever!"
"What, because you actually care about her?"
"I do!"
"What a load! A monster like you could never feel anything but hate!"
The Master didn't reply, instead pressing his hand even tighter against his nose. Jack surveyed him closely for a moment, before getting up.
"Well," he muttered, "If I'm lucky, we won't have to deal with you much longer."
Again, no response. With a defeated sigh, Jack swung open the door to the cell, and stepped out, slamming it behind him and locking it before turning to leave…
And nearly walking into Donna in the meantime.
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(I promise I won't fail so bad at updating next time. And sorry for the awful chapter. filler, much? xD)