Hally stepped out of the open-plan shower, drying herself off and wrapping herself in robe. After about half an hour she'd finally managed to away scrub all of the dirt and dried blood off of her skin. She checked herself in the large square mirror on the dark marble wall. She looked ill, she could see through the robe that her collarbones were sticking out more than they used to, and her face was looking gaunt and pale.
Pulling the robe tighter around herself, Hally padded out into The Master's sleeping quarters. They weren't too dissimilar from his room on Gallifrey, relatively simple in style. The marble décor continued from the bathroom throughout, with a dark marble desk and counters. A double bed stood proudly in the centre of the room, a large mirror encasing the wall behind it, with two bookcases lined with books either side. There was pleasant chill that ran throughout the room.
As she entered, she could see that The Master was sat on one of two chairs in the corner, next to the desk. He was flicking a thin weapon over in his hands carefully.
"What is that?" Hally moved over to the seat opposite him, lowering herself down comfortably.
"My new invention." He sent her a smile, holding the item up so she could see. "Laser screwdriver."
She raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need a screwdriver at all?"
The Master laughed, placing the screwdriver down gently on the small coffee table between them. His eyes roamed up to her face, he frowned.
"Your head was bleeding, turn around and let me look at it." Hally opened her mouth to explain but The Master had already stood and circled round behind her chair. She felt his fingers gently run through her hair, trying to find the gash on her scalp. A small shiver ran down her spine.
"Sooo…" Hally started. "Update. I heal. Like really quickly." She shrugged, turning in her chair to look up at The Master. He was smiling with intrigue.
"Healing now?" He sounded almost impressed. "That certainly explains a lot." Then he paused, as if a thought had just occurred to him. The Master made a small humming noise, his eyes flickering down her body before sitting back down opposite her.
Hally nodded. "Yeah, I got shot in the back by a Dalek. Sort of surprised everyone by not… you know…dying." She smiled wryly.
He chuckled softly. "Yes. We mere Time Lord Mortals have to go through the faff of regeneration." He raised his eyebrows mockingly.
Hally laughed, blushing slightly. "Well you seem to have come out of it alright." She smiled coyly. "Although I will miss your old bod-" She coughed, "appearance."
Hally bit her lip as heat spread over her face. The old incarnation of The Master had certainly been…attractive.
Yes.
Hally coughed.
I mean this one's not too bad either…
This new version wasn't all that dissimilar from the last, he still had a strong, defined face, thin lips and dark wavy hair that seemed to always be in the perfect place. But now, he was more muscular than before, at least that's how he looked underneath the dark uniform he was wearing. His shoulders were broader. Hally chewed on the inside of her mouth as she imagined what he looked like underneath that uniform. The Master raised an eyebrow slowly in amusement, and Hally, realising she'd been staring at him for a while, blushed furiously. Looking down at her hands, a jolt of nerves rushing down into her lower abdomen.
The Master smirked and leant over the table, picking up the ripped up catsuit she'd discarded in the corner.
"You know, I think I might keep this." He mulled it over in his hands.
"You did look rather fetching."
Hally huffed and instantly leant over to try and snatch it from him but he quickly moved his hand out of her reach, smirking as he did so. Hally let out a small groan, getting up and leaning further across the table but he just pulled it further out of her reach.
"Urgh." Hally flopped back into the seat, crossing her arms.
"Yes…" He considered her further, "…and can I just say, watching you take out those outlaws in the arena…" The Master crossed one leg over the other, leaning back into his chair. "…was one hell of a turn on." He grinned impishly as Hally's face flushed bright red.
She opened her mouth to retort but found that nothing was successfully coming out. So she just closed it awkwardly.
The Master laughed softly, revelling in her discomfort.
"You're being cruel." She said haughtily.
"You're being a prude." He countered, smirking.
"No. I. Am. Not." Hally growled and stepped over the table to try and snatch back the catsuit he was still holding onto. The Master used her lack of balance to his advantage, catching her hip and pulling her swiftly onto his lap. She shrieked and tried to scramble off. He threw the item of clothing behind him, trapping her on top of him with both of his hands at her hips.
Hally was breathing heavily, heat spreading across her chest. She shifted on his lap trying to pull her chest away from his. The Master flexed his jaw slightly, sending her a dark look. She stilled, her eyes widening. The Master moved one of his hands to her knee, slowly stroking his fingers up the inside of her thigh.
Hally let out a sharp breath with a shudder. "Koschei…" She whispered. His hand stopped.
"Call me by my name." His deep voice reverberated through his chest. All sense of mischief had now vanished.
Hally watched as his brown eyes darkened.
Hally let a small smile pull at her mouth.
"Make me." She whispered.
The grip on her thigh tightened instantly, The Master let out a low growl.
"I wouldn't recommend making comments like that… if you're not ready to take the consequences." His voice was barely a whisper and he was looking at her so intensely that Hally almost faltered. Her hearts were hammering in her chest and it felt like all the blood was rushing to her lower abdomen. She considered him for a moment, a warm feeling spread through her chest at the knowledge that despite his own…situation, he was still offering her a way out.
But she knew, she'd known for a while now. She wanted him with all of her hearts.
"As I said." Hally rocked her hips forward purposefully.
"Make me."
The Master didn't need telling twice. Hally gripped him tightly when she suddenly found herself being lifted up into the air. He manoeuvred them over to the bed swiftly, Hally felt her back hit the silk sheets as The Master sat back on his heels, kneeling up on the bed. He stared down at her, hunger in his eyes, Hally swallowed and started to squirm under his intense gaze, her hands ghosted across her robe, pulling it around her tighter.
The deep rumble in the back of The Master's throat should have been enough of a warning but Hally still let out a small whine when both her hands were pried away from her robe. The Master pushed her captured hands up above her head, imprisoning them there with his own. He hovered over her, trailing his gaze across her face. She could feel him nudging at the edges of her mind, she opened up her mind to him. A small smirk pulled at his lips, his eyes darkening.
"Look at you. I haven't even touched you."
Hally flushed deeply, her breathing hitched. She hated the sound of the small whine that escaped her lips. The Master trailed his free hand over her cheek, gently caressing her face. His hand softly brushed down her neck, over her collarbone. He slipped a finger underneath the fabric of her robe, slowly trailing it lower over her stomach. Hally arched her back slightly as his touch left a pleasant burning sensation on her skin. He continued down until he got to the loose fastening of the robe, he slowly pulled the fabric open, leaving her totally exposed. She struggled against his tight grip on her hands, he pushed on her lower abdomen, pushing her back down.
"Stay. Still." His voice was barely a whisper. Hally bit her lower lip, curling her toes. She let out a small impatient moan. The Master laughed darkly but Hally noticed the slight strain in his jaw.
"Why are you still wearing so many clothes...?" She managed to mutter breathlessly. She lifted up her hips, rocking them against him, trying to relieve some of the tension between her legs. The Master's nostrils flared and he grabbed at her hip, pushing her back down, he let out a soft moan as he looked back down at her. Her skin was hot and a gorgeous red flush was splaying across her chest.
Hally tried again to wriggle her hands free. She needed to touch him. Having him so close, being so vulnerable beneath him was almost too much, it was driving her senses crazy. "...I...need."
The Master let out a heavy breath, he lent down, catching her lips in a possessive kiss. His hand moved from her hip to slide behind her head, he wrapped his fingers through her hair. Hally could feel that he was holding her steady, a light pressure on the back of her head.
"Hally..." He groaned softly into the kiss. "I know exactly what you need." He forcefully rocked his hips forward, a jolt of pleasure running through her body. He pressed his forehead against hers as she moaned softly. "But... I'm trying really... really hard... to be... gentle." Hally looked up into his eyes, he stared back, his pupils wide.
"Oh..." She whispered, blushing.
She let out a short laugh, her breath fanning across The Master's face. He raised an eyebrow dangerously.
"Sorry..." She smirked. "I just didn't realise I had such an effect on you." She teased. "...and I haven't even touched you."
"Shut up..." He growled, attacking her mouth. His tongue demanded entry, rolling over hers possessively. With his body pressed against hers, she could feel him hard against her hip. She whimpered impatiently into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist to increase the friction between their bodies.
He bit down on her lip in warning, his voice pushing into her mind. "I will tie you down if you don't. stop. moving." He growled, his lips left her mouth, leaving a searing trail of wet kisses along her jaw and down her chest. He chuckled lowly at the pang of arousal that shot through her at his words. Her body keened, the heat between her legs was almost unbearable and he was barely touching her. The dark hunger of his arousal mingled with the impatient desperation of hers through the bond. The hand immobilising her wrists moved, taking each wrist and pressing her palms against the back of the bed until both hands were braced against the headboard. His other hand slipped away from the back of her head to catch her waist. "If you remove your hands, I will stop. Do you understand?" He projected, loud enough to cut through the passionate haze she was losing herself in.
"Yes..." She exhaled a whine, pressing through her palms to secure her arms.
"Good girl." He pulled back to kneel between her legs, swiftly tugging off his jacket and dark top underneath, throwing them to the floor. Hally rolled her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes raked down his torso appreciatively. Her nails dug into the board behind her as she willed herself to follow his orders and resisted the urge to reach out to touch his bare skin, her toes curled. He took her ankle in his hand, pressing his mouth against her inner calf, grazing his teeth against her skin. He nipped torturously slowly up to her knee and then up the inside of her thigh, the hand at her ankle falling away to press her thighs apart. Hally made a strangled noise, he was so close to where she wanted him, but she could feel his intention to make her wait. Then, his mouth was on her and her hips bucked. He chuckled darkly, the vibration ripping a moan from her throat. He settled between her legs, his hands pressing down on her hips as his tongue swirled deliciously around her heat. The sensation was overwhelming, she could feel his desire, his animalistic hunger pouring into her mind. It was as if she were feeling everything two-fold. Her own pleasure dancing with his.
She shuddered as his tongue pushed insistently at her entrance, before flicking up over the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Koschei..." She pleaded, he was driving her insane. He repeated the action, increasing the pressure until she couldn't help but writhe underneath him. He was holding her perfectly at the edge, impatience and needy frustration blossomed inside her. He hummed against her, pulling his mouth away, earning a soft whine from her. The Master pushed himself off the bed, he smirked at her soft confusion, before he started removing his belt and her face flushed hotly. She was struggling to watch him with her hands pressed against the back of the bed. "Can I move my hands...?" She silently asked, her feet scrunching in anticipation.
"No." Now completely naked, The Master replaced himself back between her thighs. Her eyes fluttered closed and she whined as the heat of his erection nudged at her. His fingers skimmed across her inner thighs and up to her breasts, she gasped and arched her back as he caught one of her nipples between his fingers. He growled in appreciation, leaning down and taking her mouth. His hand disappeared from her breast and she felt his hardness press against her, just teasing her entrance. He didn't speak, instead, she felt his desire for her to open her eyes. She did so, his gaze burned into hers and she felt him push fully inside her.
A strangled moan caught in her throat, The Master exhaled heavily, his chest vibrating as he groaned. Her hands went straight to pull at his hair as her legs wrapped around him, holding him close. His eyes scanned her face as he pulled out slowly, pulling a breathy moan from her as he snapped his hips forward. She thought perhaps she'd gotten away with removing her hands from the headboard, but as he settled on a slow but relentless rhythm he laced his fingers through hers and pinned her arms underneath his. She could feel him, everywhere. He had overtaken every one of her senses, had complete command of her body and she was more than happy to give it to him. It was ecstasy. The Master let out a strained grunt and he drove into her harder, her thoughts rolling into his mind in waves. She could feel his pleasure like it was her own. It was electric. Both of them. So perfectly entwined, in tune. His body was hers and her body was his. Their minds sunk deep into one another. She hummed in drunk happiness as he brought them both to the edge, holding them both perfectly above the precipice. He squeezed her hands, groaning into her neck. His breath was hot on her skin, he was so close to unravelling and taking her with him. But he was holding back, holding them back.
She knew what he wanted.
His teeth grazed over the sensitive skin of her neck in warning. She mewled underneath him. Begging for her release.
"Call me by my name..." Even in her mind, his voice was low and breathless. Her mouth fell open in a gasp at the sting of his teeth nipping hard at her neck. She could feel her legs shaking and she clenched down on him in frenzied desperation.
"Koschei..." Her whine turned into a yelp when The Master withdrew from her completely. She bucked her hips helplessly, growling at him. He fixed her with a dark stare, he would torture her all night if he had to. Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "Please." He rocked forward an inch, teasing her. He bent down and captured her lip in his teeth. "You belong to me." His presence in her mind engulfed her in a warm passionate haze, a blanket of adoration. She moaned softly, allowing him to wrap them up in each other.
"Master." She'd barely been aware that the thought had been hers.
"Out loud." He groaned, rolling a shallow thrust just inside her.
"Master!" She cried out as he slammed his hips against hers. He let out a sharp groan as he let go of all control, moving against her roughly. The tight coil inside her snapped and she fell over the edge, pleasure rushing through her.
She could see herself through his eyes, her back arched, eyes tight shut as she rode the intense waves. His own release hit her then and she let herself succumb to the all-consuming bliss. Soft, gentle kisses brought her back into her body. The Master hummed lazily as he pecked down her cheek and over the areas he'd nipped. She exhaled a contented sigh, opening her eyes to see him looking down at her. A shy smile tugged at her mouth and he chuckled. He pressed his forehead against hers, a nudge of adoration against her mind. She nudged him back with tender endearment. He pressed his lips against hers in a slow possessive kiss, pushing a stray hair from her face. He'd released her hands, so she used the opportunity to wrap her arms around him, pulling him close. After a few moments of simply existing with one another, The Master manoeuvred himself to lie beside her, pulling them both inside the warmth of the duvet. He pulled her into him and she closed her eyes, the sound of his hearts accompanying her to sleep.
Hally woke late the next morning, the duvet wrapped around her tightly. She felt so warm, it'd been the first good night's sleep she'd had since The Master had been taken. She stirred, stretching out against the soft sheets. That was when she felt the sharp twinge of pain in between her legs.
"Ow…" She tried to sit herself up but found that that only caused the dull ache in her lower abdomen to worsen.
"Ow?" The Master asked casually as he came back into the room from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
Hally just groaned back in response, flopping back down on the bed. She heard him chuckle darkly as he made his way over to the bed. "Oh… Ow…?" She could hear the smug grin in his voice. Hally groaned inwardly as she felt a blush creep up her neck. She felt the duvet get pulled off of her, exposing her skin to the chilly air.
"Hey!" She protested.
The Master ignored her, instead grabbing one of her feet, leaning on the edge of the bed he unceremoniously pried her legs apart, considering her. "Interesting." He muttered under his breath.
Hally looked at him incredulously. "What! Get off! What the hell are you talking about, interesting?!" The Master ignored her, running a finger up the inside of her thigh, touching her gently.
"Ow!" She wriggled away from him. "That's sore! Don't touch… there." Hally whined, freeing her foot from his grasp. He rolled his eyes at her tone.
"It would seem you've got some level of subconscious control over this new healing ability." He shot her a knowing smirk before turning away from the bed and opening the wardrobe on the right-hand side of the room.
Hally closed her mouth, not realising it'd been agape. She looked over at him scandalously. "You can't just…" Hally waved her hands around energetically, motioning towards her legs. The Master just laughed, taking out a clean, pressed General's uniform.
Hally slipped off the bed, now that her snuggly cocoon had been ruined, and headed into the bathroom.
"Get dressed! We're due near Durilium in 20 minutes." He called from the room. Hally huffed and rolled her eyes.
Thanks for letting me know! She thought.
She heard The Master snort from the bedroom. "I heard that." His voice echoed in her head.
Hally showered quickly and after searching The Master's closet for something that she could wear, made her way into the control room, where The Master was now fiddling with the controls.
"So what are we after on Durilium?" She asked, stepping around the console, watching him.
"There's a planned attack on one of the smaller Dalek fleets that are circulating through the constellation of Pyrovan." Hally nodded slowly.
"Umm, you do know that last time I came face to face with one Dalek I almost died right?" She bit her lip, looking at him like he'd grown an extra head.
He shook his head and smiled, shooting her a look. "Yes, but this time you're not going to have to hide your advantage." She raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"They're my squadron, they do and say what they're told." He added finally.
Hally leant on the console, crossing her arms across her chest. "Oh really? Does that mean I have to do as I'm told too?" She bit her lip coyly.
"Yes." He added irritably. She let out a quiet laugh and The Master looked up from the console at her. He cocked his head to one side, stepping closer. "This is war. People get hurt when people don't do as they're told." He narrowed his eyes at her warningly, cupping her chin with one of his hands, he added in a soft voice. "And we wouldn't want me to have to discipline you in front of the entire team, would we?"
He turned away, going back to the console. He flicked a small red lever upwards, the console thrummed as the TARDIS began to dematerialise. Hally rolled her eyes, taking a seat on the small sofa by the console. She took a sharp intake of breath as she felt another twinge of pain and wincing she stood back up. Deciding instead to just lean on the wall…
The Master shot her an odd look before the smug realisation dawned on him. His mouth curled into a small self-satisfied smile.
"Shut up." She shot back at him, transferring her weight into her other hip.
He laughed to himself, turning back to the console. "There's medication in that cabinet." He waved his hand towards the glass cabinet on the opposite wall, just by the corridor leading further into the TARDIS. Hally scowled and with a small sigh, gave in and made her way to the cabinet. Opening it up, she began to rifle through the contents. Moving each glass vial as she searched for what she was looking for. Finding the small dark blue vial, Hally popped off the top and poured the contents into her mouth. The bitter liquid slid down the back of her throat and Hally shuddered at the nasty aftertaste. Instantly she felt the dull pain fade into nothing, Hally gently stretched out her back just to check. Good as new.
Turning back to the cabinet, Hally frowned, a small inkling of panic entering her mind. "Wait… I'm not on, umm. You know…"
The Master shook his head, sighing at her embarrassment of the subject. "I already took care of it."
Hally raised an eyebrow, making her way back to the console. "That's a little presumptuous?"
The Master sent her a dark, confident look. "It is, isn't it?" He hummed in amusement and Hally heard the unmistakable sound of the TARDIS rematerializing. They had arrived.
The Master quickly exited, Hally jogging to catch up. Coming through the TARDIS doors, first, Hally noticed that they were now stood in what looked like a large aircraft hangar. Multiple smaller Gallifreyan shuttles were parked up, large boxes full of weapons dotted about the room. Secondly, Hally noticed that they weren't alone. Five others were stood waiting for them by the smallest shuttlecraft.
The Master moved confidently over towards them, Hally followed behind cautiously.
"Hal. Meet the rest of the team." The Master flashed her a charming smile, putting her at ease slightly.
"We've got Jax." The Master motioned to a small, short-haired brunette with an angular face. "She's the pilot. Be nice to her." He smirked, pointing to the droid that stood beside Jax, it was at least a head taller than her with long, strong-looking limbs. "That's her co-pilot, FD-2…don't ask."
Hally nodded at Jax politely, the woman sent her a small smile. "Then we've got the muscle." The Master laughed, motioning to a tall, dirty-blonde woman and a handsome brunette man, just a tiny bit taller than The Master. "This is Kal and Tei…don't touch their guns, they get a little tetchy." He whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"And finally we've got Foxer!" The Master clapped the skinny, awkward-looking guy who was currently holding a laptop and a few other technical-looking objects. "I'd say he's the brains… except I'm here." The Master grinned wildly.
Hally rolled her eyes, smiling.
The Master turned back to her. "Everyone, this is Hal. Don't get on her bad side." He sent them all a wide-eyed grin.
"Good to have you on board." Tei smiled kindly, holding out his hand.
Hally shook it. "Thank you." She smiled.
Kal rolls her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. "This is the infamous 'Queen of the Garden'?"
The Master sent Hally a smirk. "Don't underestimate her. She's annoyingly resilient."
But Kal didn't move, clearly unimpressed. The fighter was gorgeous. Tall and strong with bright blue eyes, Kal looked like a true warrior. Hally looked down at herself, drowned in Koschei's slightly oversized clothes. She could see where the woman was coming from. Perhaps The Master was overestimating how useful she was going to be…
The Master continued, either oblivious to or ignoring the strange tension between the two, and turned back to the small group.
"Is everything set?" He clapped his hands together excitedly.
Foxer nodded, coming forward and unfolding the slim computer he was holding. He powered up the screen.
"Yep. We've got three fighters in position just outside of the blast zone. Once the sonic bomb has been placed in the central system of the mothership, we can remotely detonate it. That'll cause a massive short-circuiting of the Dalek ship shields. That's when we call in the big guys and they blow them all the hell." Foxer smiled. He motioned to the mothership plans that appeared on the screen, scrolling through a blueprint type map.
"I can get us in through the outer ventilation structure in a small shuttle." He pointed at a small opening towards the underbelly of the Dalek ship.
Hally looked between the team, raising an eyebrow. "How are you getting the shuttle through the shields?" Hally asked, feeling like she'd just asked the dumbest question when the entire team turned to look at her.
Foxer smiled slightly. "I believe that's where you come in…" Hally shot The Master a look. He nodded at the team.
"Yep. Once we're in, Fox is going to keep the ship close by for a swift getaway once the bomb is in place. Me, Kal and Hally will move through the ventilators to the central system. Should be easy. In and out." Hally swallowed nervously.
"You're coming with us?" Kal asked, raising an eyebrow at The Master.
"Yes." He flashed Kal a dangerous look.
"Didn't realise this mission needed a babysitter?" She muttered. Jax, the pilot just rolled her eyes at Kal.
"If you've quite finished marking your territory… I'll head back up to the deck. FD-2 will be on comms for any assistance. Hopefully, see you back here in an hour?" Jax nodded at The Master, who nodded back, before heading up out of the hold with the droid.
Hally narrowed her eyes at Kal irritably. The Master clapped his hands.
"Right. Let's move!"
Foxer led them inside the small shuttle. There were just 6 seats and barely enough space for Hally to stand up straight. Foxer loaded in his laptop and a small black box, just bigger than the size of Hally's hand. The edges were smooth, a strange shimmery sheen spread across each side. The sonic bomb.
Hally took her seat opposite The Master as Foxer started up the ship. The side of the hanger slowly slid open and Foxer guided them out. He flicked down a few of the buttons, the lights on the ship went out and the engine sound died down to a low murmur.
The Master sent Hally a small nod, his eyes flickering with a silent instruction. Hally licked her lower lip nervously and holding out the palm of her hand, she focused her energy into it. A small golden orb appeared floating in her hand. Hally breathing out slowly, let her energy and concentration flow down her arm and into her palm. The orb grew larger and brighter, engulfing Hally and continuing to grow until the entire ship was covered in a soft golden glow, keeping the shield inside the ship.
After a few minutes, Hally felt the engine die as they got to the border of the Dalek ship defences. Foxer turned back to face them in the back.
"Ok…let me know when you're ready." He smiled encouragingly, turning back to face forwards, his hands on the controls.
Hally gritted her teeth, concentrating on growing the sphere outside the ship. Into an unknown space that she couldn't see.
No pressure.
Hally closed her eyes, trying to feel everything around her. She could feel Kal watching, hear Foxer's increased heart rate. She could also hear The Master's calm breathing in front of her. The sphere steadily pushed out through the metal of the shuttle, surrounding the whole thing in a fuzzy golden light. A small bead of sweat rolled down the side of her forehead as she gritted her teeth.
"Go!" She heard The Master bark and the shuttle lurched forward violently. Foxer laughed loudly and Hally snapped open her eyes.
"Nice one kid!" He shouted back at them as he flicked the engines back on, the shuttle now through the barrier.
Hally let in a deep breath, relaxing her mind. The sphere quickly shrunk down and disappeared with a quiet snap.
After a few more minutes, the ship rumbled to a halt.
Kal jumped out of the shuttle first, followed closely by The Master and then Hally. Kal led the way through the ventilation tunnel, quickly scanning every corner for trouble. The tunnels were just tall enough that even The Master could comfortably walk through with ease. Hally could hear the robotic voice of FD-2 giving directions into Kal's earpiece as the team descended further into the ship.
After a few twists and turns, the door in front of them slid up to reveal a huge vertical wind tunnel. They stepped through and Hally looked up and down, the tunnel ascended and descended into complete darkness… no top or bottom visible. At the centre of the tunnel, hung a spherical control panel. The central generator.
Kal turned, having to shout to the pair over the noise of the wind. "And how exactly are we supposed to get over there…!?"
The Master shrugged. "We don't." He called back. He motioned to Kal to pass him the sonic bomb. She passed it over suspiciously. He applied pressure to two of the outer corners, the box clicked open revealing a small white sphere suspended inside the box. The walls of the box folded in on themselves forming a platform on The Master's hand.
Hally looked up at him, he was watching her expectantly. She cottoned on to his train of thought, looking across the large gap to the generator in the middle. Hally huffed, muttering under her breath.
"Are you going to do any work on this mission, or is it all down to me?" Nonetheless, she held out her hand again, focusing on the bomb. Wrapping her consciousness around it she pulled it out of The Master's hand. It was a lot heavier than it looked. Hally grit her teeth, a sharp ache was beginning to form at the base of her skull.
Hally could feel both The Master's and Kal's eyes trained on her intensely. She winced when the pain in the back of her head worsened, she was quickly becoming fatigued. The bomb dipped dangerously but Hally quickly focused her concentration.
"You can do this." The Master's voice echoed in her mind. Hally let out a soft grunt of pain.
Slowly and carefully, she moved the small silver bomb over towards the generator. The wind of the tunnel didn't help either, the bomb was being battered all over the place but Hally pushed on through the pull of the wind. When the sphere was over the generator, Hally lowered it carefully, balancing it just off the centre. Exhausted, her concentration failed and the force she'd been exerting on the sphere suddenly snapped back.
"Ah!" Hally doubled over, gripping the sides of her head as the rebound ricocheted around her mind. The Master hissed in pain as he felt the effects through their bond.
"What the hell is wrong with both of you?!" Kal cried. The Master growled.
"Let's get out of here. Now!" Hally felt The Master grab her arm and hurriedly pull her out of the room back out through the ventilation tunnel to the ship.
Hally still had one hand on the side of her head, she felt like she was going to be sick. Looking up, she could see the shuttle just ahead.
Suddenly, the side of the tunnel exploded and Hally felt herself get ripped out of The Master's grip. The trio were thrown to the floor, the sounds of gunfire overhead. The Master and Kal jumped back up instantly and quickly started firing back at the Daleks that had blasted their way through into the tunnel. They'd been found.
Hally managed to stagger to her feet just in time to see a blast from a Dalek heading towards The Master. Hally pushed out her hands and in a rush of adrenaline and panic, a shimmering golden shield flickered into life in front of him. The blast bounced off noisily, smashing into the Dalek Kal was about to shoot. The Dalek screamed in pain as the blast eroded through its metal armour.
Hally ran forward, pulling up barriers to cover herself, The Master and Kal.
"Move!" She screamed, trying to push them both back up the tunnel to the shuttlecraft that she could still see waiting for them, just a few meters ahead.
Kal didn't need telling twice, she turned and ran for the ship. Hally grabbed The Master by the arm, pulling him back as he continued to fire his laser screwdriver at the half a dozen Daleks that were threatening to surround them.
Another Dalek blast ricocheted off Hally's barrier but the force of the hit pushed her back a few steps, Hally growled angrily.
Fine.
They asked for it.
Hally ignored the thumping pain in her head, rounding on the Daleks that remained. Keeping their shields up, Hally cried out angrily, throwing her arm back and pushing a large energy blast at the closest Dalek. The Dalek exploded on impact, a shrill scream filling the tunnel.
The Master looked over to her. A fire was burning behind her eyes and with every Dalek that fell at her feet, he could see the spark of excitement growing inside of her. She was magnificent. He grinned, using the Laser Screwdriver to fire at an oncoming Dalek. Hitting it straight in the eye.
Breathless, Hally turned to check on The Master. His grin was infectious.
He was revelling in it, the chaos and the death that was surrounding them.
It should have scared her, it should have made her recoil. But it didn't.
The pair of them, fighting together, she felt invincible. Like nothing in the world could touch them.
It felt amazing.