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Warnings:

References to noncon from previous chapter. T-Rated…maybe K+

Sherlock-centric chapter. Darkish!Sherlock (Not entirely certain if it would be Dark …more like morbid curiosity Sherlock… no Sherlock torturing someone or anything like that… yet... maybe in later Chapters depending…)

The Masters having a good day


Chapter 9:

The master sat staring at Sherlock with a dark gaze wondering exactly what he'd done to deserve the pair of Holmes brothers. Not for the first time did he have an incredibly strong urge to ram a long pointy object into at least one of the Holmes. Remembering (Reminding) himself that these were Time Lord Offspring in the right era and the beginning of a new Gallifrey. He couldn't just get rid of an irritation just like he couldn't get rid of their annoying father.

He could possibly get rid of but frankly he didn't think he could find a better baby sitter that would actually be able to negotiate (if you could call it that) with Sherlock. There was the D.I but again Sherlock wouldn't have sniffed at him. His gaze flitting over Sherlock. Hair still seeming to smoke from the 'accident' that frankly the master in his own opinion thought was not an 'accident' at all but in fact incredibly deliberate…the problem was to prove it.

The Half-breed genius having learned to hide his thoughts so well that aside from a few stray thoughts that seemed to half tease the master into wanting to enter that brain of Sherlock's , unlike his brother that seemed to be so self-absorbed in the silly planet bellow that he couldn't have been bothered to learn something that valuable. The problem was that Sherlock's brain was far more complicated and quite maze like, much like his brothers, but he wasn't entirely sure that he'd be able to escape Sherlock's brain as easily as he could Mycroft's. Mycroft was so organised that his thoughts seemed to all connect whereas Sherlock's seemed to fly in all directions before gathering together

"Would you be so kind as to explain to me exactly how this accident happened again Sherlock?" he asked resting back in his chair trying to keep his irritation private, the Doctor somewhere off in the distance obviously watching but not commenting. Sherlock coughed slightly sitting up in his own chair. Watson beside him covered in soot and what seemed to be some chemical that had managed to burn through the first 2 layers of his jersey and shirt, not quite managing his undershirt.

"Very unfortunate. Someone…one of my lab assistance that you so kindly gave to me to help with the more minor experiments (but as important), left some sort of explosive material in front of one of the UV lamps…very unfortunate really…I'm not entirely sure which chemicals yet as I've been unable to do stock, after the explosion. If you'd let me back in to do so I'd let you know? Will you be rebuilding it?"

The look on Sherlock's face was the same as his brothers when he felt entirely too smug about something. Apparently something about the explosion amused him. None of his "experiments" were damaged in the blast, which on its own was a suspicious. "If you'd tell me why you blew up your laboratory I might be more inclined to rebuild it if you swore never to do it again." Came the stoic answer the master applauding himself for not having throttled the young man yet.

Sherlock didn't even have the decency to look apologetic or even Chagrined at having been discovered. "I was bored. You promised me that I'd never be bored. You broke your promise. No fresh cadavers. How am I supposed to do my experiments without fresh supplies. Besides most of the damage is internal. Nothing that a good lick of paint won't cure and new chemical supplies of course." Sherlock gave him a look that begged him to disagree with him.

The masters eyebrows arched his over expressive face giving him away enough to let Sherlock know that he realised his mistake, his head tilting to the side as if he was thinking of something entirely different. "I'll fix everything. I'm terribly sorry for the oversight. I thought that perhaps you were able to entertain yourself on what I had supplied you…everything should be fixed in the next day or two."

Sherlock stared at him as if he'd grown 2 heads for a moment before realising he was gaping sitting back in his chair clearing his throat clearly having expected to have to argue with the master about such things, as if wanting to provoke the master into an argument. "Good. Is there anything else or can we go and get cleaned up." Trying not to think of the 2 days of boredom ahead of him.

The master on the other hand was thinking exactly of those 2 days, his head tilted back against his chair eyes closed in some form of meditation leaving Sherlock and Watson to watch him, Sherlock crossing his legs in an over exaggerated way, wishing he had his violin with him right about now just to aggravate the man…if you could call him that…a man.

" leave us, I wish to speak with Sherlock alone." Watson gave Sherlock a dubious look before standing up and walking out of the room after Sherlock shook his head to let him know it was alright. Steepling his fingers and leaning back in his chair before staring back at the man awaiting all hell to break loose.

The master waited for Watson to leave before leaning back in his chair rocking forward and backward staring at Sherlock thoughtfully, his foot rocking from side to side as he crossed his legs. The doctor in the background shifting where he was, the sound of rustling fabric ignored by both of them. A long silence stretching between the pair of them.

"What can I do to make absolutely certain that you don't blow my ship up? Asked the master after a good 10 or 15 minuets of staring content.

"What can I do to make absolutely certain that the next time you fuck my brother you don't broadcast it to the ship?" he asked fingers still Steepled head tilting a look of displeasure on his face.

"ah the truth is out. Did it hurt you to listen to it?" he asked genuinely interested the Doctor making a pained groaning noise as if answering.

"Your side was…loud. I would prefer not to listen to my brother while being raped by a psychopath when I'm mixing volatile chemicals that may or may not explode the remainder of your ship. But I was bored. I congratulate you on your finally getting to him"

The master laughed a loud and cheery laugh that would normally have sent chills through a mans body did nothing to Sherlock who merely smirked inwardly grateful for the gift of being hiding his true thoughts. The master grinned to himself standing up to stand over Sherlock. A trick that Sherlock wasn't really interested in paying attention to.

"I have a toy I wouldn't normally share with anyone. But I think that you are more like me than I realised. He should rid you of your Boredom for now " Said the master pressing himself into the back of Sherlock's chair hands sinking onto his shoulders and levering Sherlock out of his chair and pushing him gently toward the door.

"A toy? He? Ah the elusive Jack Harkness. The guards have been talking of him. No matter how many times they shoot him he never dies. I'm intrigued." It was left out that not very many things intrigued him.

"Do you make it your business to know everything on my ship Sherlock?" asked the master inwardly pleased by the look of horror dancing on Daddy Doctors face, almost dancing with Sherlock as they made their way to the engine room, the guards tensing as they passed.

"Of course I do. You have given me far more access to it than you have Mycroft. Almost unfair but he's big enough to take care of himself." Answered Sherlock sure to hide any real feelings for what his brother was going through, standing by the door waiting for it to be opened for him.

Opening the door the Master entered followed by Sherlock grinning his normal predatory grin at Jack who was standing in chains, his shirt open staring passed the master at Sherlock eyebrow raised.

"Mycroft's little brother…you are cute. I'll have to ask him why he never brought you to Cardiff for some tea." Grinned Jack pleasantly winking at him. Sherlock rolling his eyes as the master took out his laser screwdriver shooting it right at Jacks head dislocating his neck so that it dropped at an awkward angle, the chains going tight as he dropped dead in them.

"Talks to much. I'd hand you a gag but I'm afraid I left it in Miky's room." The Master almost Taunted, Sherlock didn't bother saying anything eyes wrapped on Jack who's neck adjusted itself before gasping for breath groaning before standing again and rolling his neck it clicking.

"Fascinating. Have you got any information on him… how many times have you killed him?" Sherlock asked walking around Jack eyes looking over him with an almost blood lust that made the master feel like Sherlock could truly be his own son.

"I have all the information. You are most welcome to experiment on him if you get bored." Grinned the master mentally noting the need to add more camera's to the room.

Sherlock nodded wordlessly already starting to examine Jack with his gaze. "Alright… I'll give you a list of tools I'll need." He muttered Jack watching him with a small frown on his face deciding against saying anything.

The master grinned feeling a glow of pride, needing to go and see the Doctor to send him his condolences for creating such a brilliant little Tyrannical Time-lord. Walking out the door as Sherlock started to fire questions at Jack with regards to how this happened and sensations. The master was torn between going and seeing the Doctor or seeing Mycroft. Both were so very tempting.