Hello friends! I liked writing Clara, even if she was a bit ridiculously sad...
It was still fun! Okay, so I was watching the End of Time, and I was inspired to write a little bit of Master shtuff, so this is MY BEAUTIFUL MASTER!
We doesn't own Doctor Whoses, precious
Meanwhile in Stormcage Prison
'Oh God it's so cold here,' I whimpered as I curled myself into a tighter ball on the sheet of ice that had gathered on the floor of my prison cell. Stormcage was a great prison usually, it really was, but in the winter it just got so cold!
Okay, I wouldn't say it was a great prison, the food was rubbish and the cells were uncomfortable and hideously decorated, but as far as prisons go, it was nice. Ish. It was niceish.
Shivering in my black sweatshirt, I recalled the time I was arrested back on Gallifrey, when I was a child at Prydon Academy. I couldn't remember what I initially did to land myself there, but it was a seriously horrid prison I got thrown in.
Another prisoner screamed in the cell next to me for the sixtieth time today, making the already persistent drums in my head pound with intense pain. She needed to shut up. Risking my warmish position for the sake of volume, I turned my head toward the woman's cell. 'Oi!' I shouted. 'Shut your bloody mouth!'
The woman's screaming halted and I let out a sigh of relief, letting my now freezing cold head drop to the icy ground. Tucking my chin into my chest, I tried to warm up a little bit. Forget everything I said about Stormcage earlier. I hated the pants off of it. It was bloody horrible, and I yearned for the day when it warmed up and I could escape.
The woman had started screaming again. 'My baby! I have a child, let me out! Please monsieur! I have a child! I didn't kill that man! I swear! Let me out!' she cried, banging against the bars with all her might. Finally, the guards stunned her with their guns, and I breathed out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. My drums had flared up horribly, and I clenched my teeth to try and suppress the pain.
Walking past my cell, the two guards that had taken care of the screaming lady glanced in at me. I didn't care. 'Look at this one,' said the first guard, prodding my back with his boot, 'hasn't moved since the heating broke.'
Heating broke, my arse. I'd like to see you try and convince me that the heating broke. There was no heating to begin with!
'Poor bloke, looks like he's gonna freeze to death,' said the other guard with a sort of strained sympathy in his voice. There was the sound of a hand slapping a chest, and the second guard made a noise of protest. 'I'm just saying, sir! I've been on patrol at night, and you should hear him while he's sleeping.'
That made me try and lay with more dignity. What do I do when I'm sleeping? 'Sounds like he's gonna hack up a lung!' said the guard who was defending me. Oh, that's not so bad. So I'm coughing. Everybody does that!
'Shut it, Winston! That man is a universal criminal! If he freezes to death, it'll be a glorious occasion,' he said ruthlessly. The clunk, clunk, clunk of their boots told me that they had moved onto the next cell. 'Oh come on, Doctor Song!' the rude one groaned. 'Packing again,' he muttered to Winston, the nice one.
'Doctor Song, why are you packing again?' he asked with a soft voice. There was no answer from the cell next to me, so I wasn't entirely sure if this "Doctor Song" character was a woman or a man. 'Okay, but you're not going to be able to escape again. We've confiscated your...'
That was enough. I was bored. I pulled my knees up against my crossed arms and wiggled around a bit. Satisfied with my current position, I snuggled deeper into my sweatshirt and tried to go to sleep. Slowly drifting into dream world, I found myself thinking about the Doctor.
Sometimes I missed him. Usually, and that means close to always, I loathed the very ground he walked on, but sometimes, sometimes I missed him. But that was only when I'd been freezing in a prison cell with some crazy lady screaming so loud my brains were melting out of my ears. Like right now.
I remember when we grew up on Gallifrey together. He used to be a sweet little blonde boy who would run around doing the most ridiculous things with me and our friends. There were a few kids we used to hang out with, Dilyfraun and Xesfus and Pasha, until we all went to Prydon. They sort of went their own way and me and the Doctor, Theta Sigma, went our way. Then we managed to form an excellent little group, the Deca.
'Koschei, shut up and shave!' exclaimed Ushas, the brown haired menace who hated every inch of my face, including my awesome beard. She was always making me shave it off, even when I didn't want to.
'You're ridiculous,' said Millenia, slapping the other girl upside the arm, 'I think it's nice.'
'Thank you, Millennia,' I said gratefully to the girl, who flashed me a dazzlingly white smile.
'Yeah, it's a big improvement on his face,' said the blonde teenager, pushing me on the back of the head and causing me to cut the side of my face with my razor. I glared at him harshly. 'Sorry,' he said with a badly hidden smirk.
I finished shaving and put a band aid on my face. Reaching to put my razor away, I realized it wasn't there. 'Mortimus,' I said with a deadly tone in my voice. The short boy hung his head and pulled the object out of his coat, handing it to me morosely.
'Hey guys, I really think we should be studying for exams right now,' Jelpax murmured from the corner where he was sitting, his knees drawn into his chest. 'I feel pretty good about political science, but I'm not so sure about the history of the planet.'
Magnus laughed and picked up the younger boy, making him squeal with terror. 'Lighten up, you big killjoy!' said the older jokingly, setting Jelpax down in my sink. I glared at them both with malice, though I probably didn't look particularly threatening with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth.
I spit my toothpaste into the toilet and wiped my lips on my shirtsleeve. A loud noise from behind me caused my turning around to see that Drax was wrestling with Theta in the opposite end of the bathroom, trying desperately to get him into a bow tie.
'Put it on, Theta Sigma! Right now! It's cool!' he shouted, Theta writhing to try and get out from underneath him. The blonde boy shook his head and scrunched his head into his shoulders to make his neck disappear.
'No! I won't! Bow ties are not cool!' he screeched, shoving himself free of Drax and banging his head on Rallon's foot. The boy looked down with a cocked eyebrow as he fixed his robes.
'Theta, I think it would look good if you'd just give it a chance,' he said calmly, leaning down to adjust the blonde boy's disheveled collar.
The door opened quite suddenly and hit me in the butt. I turned around and saw a panting Vansell, obviously having just run from a great distance. His hair was tousled and his robes were sweaty. 'Guys, you've gotta get down there now! The newbies are gonna look into the vortex!' he shouted.
We tumbled over each other, trying to get down to the arena, where we'd watch the little kids go down to look at the vortex. One by one we'd watch them leave then come back, either pumped with energy, or shaking with fear, or sometimes, like in my case, passed out on a medical bed.
My step faltered as I went and I pressed my fingers to my temples, beginning to rub slow circles into them to try and suppress my headache. Millenia turned around with a half-piteous half-confused expression on her face. 'You okay?' she asked gently.
I nodded carefully, letting out a breath of air and closing my eyes. 'Drums are hurting me again,' I explained in a dizzy voice. She patted my arm sympathetically and guided me down the hallway, making sure I didn't fall over.
Those were the good old days. I wish it had never ended. I wish I hadn't gone insane, and gotten all my friends killed or to the point of hating me, and I wish I had gone with the Doctor when he said he'd take me, and I wish I hadn't killed Lord Rassilion, and I wish I wasn't in prison with these stupid drums in my head!
Pausing at that outburst, I listened to my brain. There was silence. The drums were gone. Oh, that means I'm asleep. I gathered. I like being asleep. The silence was odd, however. I'd never heard silence before, or at least, I hadn't in a couple hundred years. Oh well, I have no plans on waking up now. This is nice.
But a pebble ruined my good mood. Breaking my nap, it plunked against my head of bleached hair and the drums came back. 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-pebble! Another one landed in my ear and I cracked my eye open, glaring over my shoulder at the cell that belonged to Doctor Song.
'Psst!' whispered a voice from that cell. Not the one with the screaming woman, but Doctor Song's, the one that was empty every time I looked over at it. 'Psssst!' it whispered again. Another pebble caught me in the eye and I snapped them shut, snuggling inside my sweatshirt and trying to go back to sleep. 'Oi! You! Master! Get up!' said a feminine voice from the cell.
I persisted to ignore her, until a barrage of tiny rocks pelted my head all at once, causing me to sit up suddenly, completely forgetting about the temperature of the cell. 'Come over here!' the voice said, a hand that was stuck between the bars beckoning me forward. Grumpily scooting on my backside over to the desired spot, I curled myself into an upright ball and tried to warm my body again.
The hand gave me a thumbs up. 'Hello, how are you?' asked Doctor Song's voice from the next cell over. I shivered harshly again and wiped my runny nose with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
'Cold,' I grumbled, trying to fold inside myself. The hand disappeared and I heard shuffling in the woman's cell. She came back a moment later and handed over a blanket. I took it gratefully - So I'm grateful now? Wow, how far have I fallen? - and wrapped myself in it. It warmed me immediately and I muttered, 'Thanks,' quietly.
'How much do you know about The Doctor?' the voice asked me quite suddenly. I looked up, my arms wrapped around my knees.
'I'm sorry?' I asked, my voice cracking from the cold I seem to have developed since I fell asleep. Dear God, I'm grateful and catching colds now!? I've turned into a completely different person! I need to grow back my beard to balance it all out.
The woman repeated the question. 'I said, how much do you know about The Doctor? Come now, Master. I know you knew him. I want to know how much you know about him,' she said with a sugar coated voice.
I wiped my nose again and shrugged, though I knew she couldn't see me. 'A fair bit. Who are you to be interested?' I asked grumpily. Good, I'm still grumpy. Got to keep that up.
There was a clicking noise and the woman appeared in front of my cell quite suddenly. She had enormously curly hair and wore a grey dress with a pair of black leggings underneath, a gun strapped to her side. And she was holding a suitcase. 'I'm Doctor River Song,' she paused to smirk, 'I'm his wife.'
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