Title: "Lean On Me"
Starring: Five/Ainley!Master
Summary: The Master and a sleepy Doctor get locked up together. The Master as a pillow.


The guards violently shoved the two men inside the cell and slammed the door shut. "Well, really!" said the Doctor indignantly, wiping a wrinkle out of his jacket.

The Master glared at the Doctor and suppressed an eye roll. He had been on this planet attempting to pilfer one of its coveted psychic gems, but of course, his enemy had blustered in with his damnable blue box and spoiled everything. Now, both of them had been captured and locked up in here. It was indefinite as to when they would be let out.

The Master sat down on the ground of the dingy cell, against the wall, and watched with mild interest as the Doctor inspected the bars of their cage. "Of course I left my sonic screwdriver in my TARDIS!" the Doctor berated himself. He turned to the Master and said, "I don't suppose you'd have a hairpin on your person, would you?"

The Master gave a derisive snort. "No. No, I suppose not," sighed the Doctor, and joined his cohort on the floor. "Well. I suppose we're stuck here for a while." The Doctor bit his lip, troubled. "I do hope Tegan and Turlough have the sense to stay in the TARDIS. Probably not. I told them I would only be gone a few minutes, and then I'd be back. Oh well. Perhaps they can explain to the officials of this planet…"

The Master leaned his head back against the stone wall, not really listening as the Doctor prattled on about his pets. He thought about the irony of the Doctor in a cage-he'd always been charmed by the idea of the Doctor in bondage, especially this innocent, blonde regeneration. But in his fleeting little fantasies, he'd always imagined it would be the Doctor alone that was bound. The idea of being trapped with him, however, was not so attractive.

The Master was trying to think of a way to escape their confines when suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the Doctor, who apparently hadn't had much time for sleep lately, laying his head on the Master's shoulder, slightly nestling his cheek against the black velvet of his suit as he did, and nodding off.

The Master, without moving his shoulder, cast a look down at the drowsy Doctor. When his eyes were closed, he had noticeably long lashes. A few strands of his long hair fell in his face, and his lower lip quivered a bit as he lightly breathed in and out.

The Master sighed and took the opportunity to lightly kiss the top of the Doctor's pretty blonde head. "Goodnight, sweet prince," he muttered.