this would not have happened if i hadn't missed my plane
Characters: Martha Jones [possessed] & The Doctor
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Castle Corridor
Relative Date: Soon after this
Status: Completed [handwaved - fade to black]
The Master's death had come as something of a shock. Everything about it felt wrong. Had he really lost their second chance to an act of senseless violence? He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe he hadn't done more, fought harder to keep this together. But the Master kept pushing and every time he pushed he felt himself mentally drawing back a little more, until...
He didn't want to leave him there. He looked so strangely peaceful and that might have been the only way the Master could look peaceful. Though in the end, he didn't have much of a choice and the tiny hole in the collar of his coat was proof of that. There were so many of them, a mob. He had to run. And he left them there. And he couldn't think about what they were doing to his body right now. Even in death, he'd let him down. At least before he'd taken care of him properly.
The Doctor walked along the corridor now, after just leaving the room with all the buttons. He was doing little more than pacing, waiting to be able to return to the near future and then... he didn't know.
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Castle Corridor
Relative Date: Soon after this
Status: Completed [handwaved - fade to black]
The Master's death had come as something of a shock. Everything about it felt wrong. Had he really lost their second chance to an act of senseless violence? He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe he hadn't done more, fought harder to keep this together. But the Master kept pushing and every time he pushed he felt himself mentally drawing back a little more, until...
He didn't want to leave him there. He looked so strangely peaceful and that might have been the only way the Master could look peaceful. Though in the end, he didn't have much of a choice and the tiny hole in the collar of his coat was proof of that. There were so many of them, a mob. He had to run. And he left them there. And he couldn't think about what they were doing to his body right now. Even in death, he'd let him down. At least before he'd taken care of him properly.
The Doctor walked along the corridor now, after just leaving the room with all the buttons. He was doing little more than pacing, waiting to be able to return to the near future and then... he didn't know.