The Doctor's strength and fighting ability shocked the Master. He's always knows the Doctor was good with a sword and many lives back had been handy at karate but it had been self-defence, this was purely going out of his way to hurt him. The Doctor had the upper-hand for a solid couple of minutes and the Master could do little more than just defend himself. The fight seemed like it would never end, the Doctor didn't seem to be tiring, throwing punches and kicks one after the other. The crazed almost possessed look in the Doctor's eyes had caught the Master off-guard and he still couldn't get used to it. This was so out of character, the kind, sweet, gentle Doctor didn't fight like this. His Doctor didn't do this, didn't get to do this. A surge of anger ran through the Master and he grabbed the Doctor's wrist when the next punch came flying. The Doctor snarled and automatically went to hit him with his free hand but the Master twisted his arm back behind his back, forcing him to face the same direction as the Master. The Master then forced him to his knees, moving his hand to the Doctor's shoulders to keep him down.
"Get your treacherous hands off me," the Doctor spat, struggling against him.
"Oh I'm the traitor?" the Master laughed bitterly, "That's almost funny coming from you."
"You're the one fighting against Gallifrey."
"You're the one who destroyed Gallifrey," the Master retorted.
"What the hell are you on about, you delusional prat? We're on Gallifrey," the Doctor replied, still struggling against the Master in vain. "I'm fighting to protect the bloody planet, why the hell could I destroy it? I'm not stupid, whatever you may think," the Master allowed him to continue, "I know you're trying to mess with my thoughts to stop me fighting you, well it's not going to work. I'm going to destroy you," he succeeded in pulling away from the Master but the Master knocked him to the ground before he had time to get up. The Doctor looked at him glaring furiously. "I am going to tear you limb from limb and I'm going to enjoy it," he jumped up and smacked the Master, too focused on attacking him to notice what he was doing.
The Master raises his arms and grabbed hold of the Doctor's head, forcing open a connection, before the Doctor had time to try and pull away.
"Stop it, Doctor" he said directly into the Doctor's head.
The Doctor gasped slightly, his mental voice shaky, "M-Master?"
"That's me" The Master replied, his voice irritated when he continued, "Now stop trying to kill me."
"No."
"No?"
"It makes no difference who you are. You're fighting against me and we can't afford to let anyone go in this War whoever they are."
"You're telling me you're going to kill me?" the Master asked.
"If you insist on fighting me I have no choice,"
"Then I'm not sorry to have to do this"
The Master didn't give the Doctor a chance to reply before attacking his mind and knocking him unconscious so the Doctor couldn't fight back. Once the Doctor had lost consciousness, the Master lowered him to the ground keeping the connection and working to bury the memories of the Time War the way the Doctor had had them before. Once he was done the Master left the Doctor on the ground there.
FG
The Doctor came to about an hour later to find his mind screaming in pain. He tried to stand up but could he was too shaky to be able to. He stayed sat with his back leant against the wall for a while hoping his mind would calm down enough for him to be able to move. His whole mind was aching, hurting so much he couldn't even think straight. After a few moments it cleared just enough for him to be able to pull himself to his feet. He lent heavily against the wall, trying to get his bearings, trying to work out what was going on and where he was. It was the TARDIS, his TARDIS. He remembered the War, was he in the War? No, that wasn't right, the War had ended. He remembered the Master and the War, no, no that couldn't be right the Master hadn't been there.
The Master. He was going to have to find him to find out what was going on. Slowly the Doctor began to put one foot in front of the other to try and reach the Master. He had to lean against the wall heavily the whole way, his mind in so much pain it was all he could do not to just collapse on the floor. Eventually he made it to the console room where he found the Master sitting, glaring at the console.
"M-Master?" the Doctor struggled to speak.
The Master jumped to his feet and turned to him, before quickly moving to him and punching him hard on the jaw. The force of the blow mixed with the Doctor's current weakness caused him to fall to the ground. He looked up at the Master helplessly, making no effort to get back up, knowing it would be pointless to try.
"What happened?" the Doctor asked. His voice was quiet because that was all he could manage. He could barely see through the pain inside his head. The pain of the hit didn't even register in comparison. He tried to make eye contact with the Master but couldn't see clearly enough to be able to.
"I'll tell you what happened, Theta," the Master spat. His voice was loud and angry, causing an irrational level of fear in the Doctor. The Doctor tried to move back away from him but the Master grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to his feet, slamming him against the wall.
"D-don't," the Doctor stuttered, watching him wide eyed, still struggling to see but unable to miss the anger and betrayal in his eyes.
"'D-don't' what?" the Master mimicked. When he continued his voice turned hard, "Don't hurt you? Don't kill you? Like you would never kill me?"
"W-what?" the Doctor asked.
"You're a two-faced hypocritical git," the Master spat, still holding the Doctor roughly against the wall. "You have to gall to judge me for the things I've done? You think you have the right to tell me I was wrong, that I was a bad person, that I shouldn't have done those things?"
The Doctor raised one hand to his hand desperately, using the other to try and push the Master away from him. "Stop it…" he whispered.
The Master didn't move except to change his hand from being fisted in the Doctor's shirt to around the Doctor's throat, "You don't tell me what to do," he told him. His grip on the Doctor's throat was tight enough to leave bruising but not tight enough to seriously affect his breathing. It was just tight enough to deepen the look of panic in the Doctor's eyes. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you now?"
The Doctor whimpered slightly in panic, "D-don't. Please," both his hands were now clutching his head tightly.
"You say you're a pacifist, you say you're against violence, you're a liar," the Master tightened his grip slightly.
"The War…" the Doctor said quietly, tears starting to streak down his face from pain and confusion. "I couldn't… I didn't…" he met the Master's eyes, "Please help me"
"What's wrong, Theta?" he asked softly, "Does your head hurt?"
The Doctor nodded slightly.
"It's a shame," the Master's voice was still gentle, "Such a shame. I could make it better…"
The Doctor's expression became hopeful, "Please…" he whispered.
"But then why should I?" the Master asked, "Why shouldn't you have live with an unbearable pain in your head for a while?" The hope on the Doctor's face instantly fell into disappointment and fear and he struggled helplessly against the Master. "Surely that's the least you deserve for everything you've done? For threatening and attempting to kill me."
The Doctor froze, "What?" he said, his voice almost silent, disbelieving. "I didn't… I wouldn't…" in his mind what had happened started to make sense again and yet more tears fell down his face as he remembered it all. The feeling in his head that he was in the War. The Master fighting him. Him telling him that it made no difference who he was. "I-I-I'm sorry," he said. "I wouldn't have…"
The Master let go, watching him fall to the ground, enjoy how much this was hurting the Doctor, enjoying knowing that he could stop it hurting, enjoying that the Doctor was crying and pleading because of him. That was a power he always wanted, always craved. The Doctor curled up slightly on the floor, his arms wrapped around his head, the pain inside obviously still unbearable.
"The thing that really gets me," the Master said simply, bending down beside him, seeing the way the Doctor flinched as he came closer, "is that you still think you can lie to me. You would've killed me. You would've torn me to pieces and enjoyed every minute of it and you know it." There was an unspoken threat in the Master's voice as he added, "Don't lie to me, Theta."
"I'm sorry," the Doctor cried, shaken through pain and tears. "I'm so sorry."
The Master grabbed his arms and pulled them away from his head, using them to force him to an upright position before moving and grabbing his head. The Doctor flinched but didn't pull away. He tried watching the Master but the pain made even seeing hurt, so he closed his eyes and put trust in the only other Time Lord, trying not to be terrified. The Master forced open a connection between them.
"I can make it better, Theta," he whispered, into the Doctor's head, his tone almost taunting. "I can make it all go away."
"Please Koschei" the Doctor replied, bringing his hands up to place over the Master's. "Please?"
The Master smirked slightly, unseen by the Doctor's closed eyes. He didn't do anything for a moment, allowing the Doctor to move into his mind as momentary sanctuary from the pain and confusion in his own. The Doctor didn't do anything, just hovered in the Master's mind, glad of the quiet and peace.
"Seems peaceful doesn't it?" the Master asked and the Doctor murmured in agreement. "It's not usually like that. You'd be surprised how good an actor I am. How much control I can have of my mind. How much I can hide."
"What do you mean?" the Doctor asked quietly.
"You've felt it before, Theta, weeks and weeks ago when all this started, d'you remember?" the Master replied, his voice remaining soft and gentle. "You begged me to stop then and I did." His voice became hard, unfriendly, "Not this time."
"What are-" the Doctor got no further in his question before he broke off and screamed. Taptaptaptap, taptaptaptap, taptaptaptap, taptaptaptap, the drums forced the Doctor back into his own head and stayed their pounding. He found himself screaming from the pain, his hands pulling at the Master's trying to pull his hands away and break the connection. "Stop it! Please stop it. STOP IT!" He screamed again, the tears flowing down his cheeks.
The Master ignored him, "Listen, Theta, listen to the drums. Aren't they marvellous? Don't they hurt so very much?"
"Please."
"You need to learn, learn to obey your Master," he told the Doctor. "You need to learn that I own you, mind, body and spirit. You're all mine."
"Stop it, please stop it."
"You need to learn," the Master continued as though the Doctor wasn't pleading desperately with him. "That I'm in charge, and you do as I say. And you never hit back. Is that clear?"
The Doctor whimpered, no longer having the energy to scream and shout and plead. He heard the Master's words but couldn't find it in him to answer. Everything hurt. His mind was still a mess, the drums were still thumping. The mental pain was so intense it became physical. The Doctor's body hurt from head to toe.
"I said is that clear?" the Master shouted into the Doctor's head, causing another whimper from him.
"Y-y-yes," the Doctor stuttered.
"Yes what?"
"Yes M-Master."
The Master grinned, taking this opportunity to prove his complete power over the Doctor and push him to the ground, leaning over him and kissing him without letting go of the connection. The Doctor tensed but didn't move away. The Master laughed slightly at this, he had done it. He invaded the Doctor's mouth running his tongue over the Doctor's teeth, over the Doctor's tongue. The Doctor was truly his now. He broke the kiss after a long moment, and moved around the Doctor's face with his lips, leaving rough, wet kisses all around. Kissing the Doctor's tears and then licking them away. The Doctor remained tense under him, remained crying, remained hurt, remained his.
The End
Oh. My. God. It's finished. I don't even know what I'm thinking right now. I could have continued it, but if I had continued it, it would never have ended and it would've got repetitive and boring and the fact is… I like how this has finished. I can't actually believe it's the end. :') I love and hate the feeling of finishing a fanfic.
Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed For Gallifrey. To everyone who's put it on alert and favourited it. Thank you. I'll just ask you to review one more time if you don't mind. Love you all. Carly.