Times Change
AN: A great big thank-you to both animemonkey13 and Kie 1993 for their kind words throughout most of this fic. It means a great deal.
Thank-you to Shadows in the moon (Have to put spaces in, sorry) for reviewing the last chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who.
Chapter 11-
Sitting at a large wooden dining table, I stare at him, bypassing the deep oak wood and the large plates that were piled with food. I hadn't seen nor heard from him for months and now, all of a sudden, he would like to have dinner with me?
He gestures for the cooks to leave the room and I take this time to look around the place. It's a medium sized room, the only furniture being the table and chairs of which surround it, the flooring is a deep, almost red wood. If I'm honest, it would look quite grand, were it not for the dull grey walls and ceiling with I single light bulb hanging from a thin piece of wire just above our heads. It looks as though someone had started to re-decorate and the just gave up, forgetting to paint the walls or to add any other pleasantries.
He leans his elbows on the table and entwines his fingers, leaning forward as he speaks—
"So, Addie Q,"
He smirks as I look away.
"How have you enjoyed your stay so far?"
I wish that I have something prepared in my mind, some sort of witty answer to give, like The Doctor would probably do but I have nothing, I say nothing.
The Master sighs as he leans back in his chair.
"Should have picked up a talkative one," He turns to me and looks from the corner of his eye, "You're no fun."
"Sorry to disappoint." Is the best thing I can come up with and although I'm proud of myself for saying something (I have not spoken to anyone for some time) I can't quite force myself to look up and meet his eye.
He says naught but begins to eat. I stare blankly at the large roast that has been placed before me.
"The lamb is especially good." He says between mouthfuls.
I frown slightly and look at my hands which are resting on my lap. For about fifteen minutes, silence fills the room. One, of which, I find awkward; although I'm sure he's not bothered at all.
"Master, she is not eating." A metallic, female voice sounds from behind me.
I turn as the Master looks up. A Toclafane drifts in the air, a few metres behind my head. Unintentionally, I glare at it. The Master huffs.
"You, young lady, are very ungrateful." He gestures to the table of food, "I go through all of the trouble of telling someone to order the kitchen staff to make this meal, and you don't eat it?"
The madman look soon disappears from his face and he glares as he speaks his next sentence—
"We're not leaving the room until your plate is empty."
For a moment we are both silent. I consider being stubborn and refusing to eat but a low groan in the pit of my stomach proves that I am, in fact, hungry. The Master grins widely as a pick up my fork, daintily spooning a few peas and sticking them into my mouth.
"There," he says, a satisfied look in his eyes, "That wasn't too difficult was it?"
I shake my head and quietly spoon some more peas. He looks down and begins to carve another large piece of meat from his plate. And, momentarily forgetting the Toclafane behind me, I take the opportunity to pick the knife from the table and place it behind my back in my seat. I haven't thought this plan through, which to anyone else, would be obvious, but I'm willing to work with what ever I am given and right now, I have a very sharp object in my hand and my kidnapper, blissfully un-aware to my actions, sitting in front of me. As I said, I had forgotten the Toclafane.
"Master, she intends to hurt you!"
My head snaps up as I feel my face turn pale as a sheet. The Master has frozen, I'd say that he looks shocked, he clearly hadn't expected this. That damn Toclafane! He places his cutlery down in a solitary way before standing. His head tilts to one side.
"What?"
I look up at him, unable to believe my own stupidity.
"Stand." The anger is evident in his voice and I do so without hesitation.
He leans slightly to side and sees the small blade lying on the leather of the dinning chair. My heart stops as he raises an eyebrow.
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
I won't point out the fact that he would have had no idea, had it not been for his little sphere friend.
I shake my head.
"Do I look stupid?" He yells, fury evident in his voice.
He comes at me quickly, clearing the length of the room in four, easy strides. He grabs a hold of my wrist and pins me to the wall. I don't think that I have ever been this afraid in my life.
"I'm curious, Adelaide."
My lower lip trembles.
"You see, I seem clueless as to what you would have done after killing me. How would you have gotten past my dear friend over there?" He gestures to the robot hovering a few metres to the left of us, "Hmm?"
I say nothing, not entirely sure of the answer, myself. He pulls a hand from my wrist and brings it up, level to the right side of my face. He begins to tap a quick, four beat rhythm by my ear.
"That's the problem with humans; so impulsive."
I stare at him, confused. So, he's not human? I put off asking this question as his voice rises all the more, his face gets closer to mine and his grip on my wrist begins to hurt.
"No idea of the consequences of your actions!"
I flinch backwards before realising that I am, In fact, as far into the wall as I can get.
"Do you know why you're still alive, Addie Q?"
I hate the look on his face when he calls me that.
"No idea?" is his response to my silence, "Anything?"
He smiles cruelly, "It's because I thought he'd come for you. Turns out I was wrong." He shrugs half-heartedly, "Never mind, can't be right all the time I suppose."
My shoulders slump and I look at the ground; his first sentence has hit me like a mallet.
And with that, he releases his grip on me, taps one last rhythm and leaves the room, the Toclafane disappears with him and I'm left to ponder his last few sentences alone. I stand there; completely limp until I am taken back to my room.
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