Fic: The Master Plan (3/?)
Title: The Master Plan (3/?)
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Doctor (Jemaine)
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,620
Summary: AU, FOTC/Doctor Who cross, Bret and the Doctor run into Captain Jack Harkness and several unexpected things come to light.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FOTC or Doctor Who or anything fun really.
Warning: Big ol' suggestions of former Master/Doctor - but really, the series started it...
Notes: Lots of guest stars! Mentions of sex! Cuteness! Terror! Suspense! You reading it?
Previous Chapters: 1, 2
"Do you know what this is?"
"Mmm...no, no, not really," Doctor Jemaine muttered from where he sat, tied to a overly elaborate chair. He eyed the long, hard metal rod the Master held with disgust, "Is it for curtains? Have we reached that stage all ready? 'Cause if you must know, I prefer the big, white, billowy kind over-"
Doctor Jemaine's words were cut short swiftly as the Master viciously brought the rod along side his face with one, hard, quick motion, resulting in a resounding sound that resembled 'swack'.
The Master grinned gleefully as Doctor Jemaine's head whipped about, blood escaping from his full lips. Some of the blood had landed along the rod, lacing it, and the Master brought it to his mouth.
He licked it clean, shivering delightfully at the taste of it, his eyes fixated on Doctor Jemaine's the entire time, "Now, now...you know how I feel about you looking down your nose at me. I will not be pandered to, I find it pedantic. I'm just as clever as you are...if not more so. Now, talk to me like an adult, would you?"
The Master held out the rod for inspection once more, "What is this?"
Doctor Jemaine grunted, the side of his jaw still smarting from where the Master had hit him, "It's a...well, for lack of a better term, a weather rod."
The Master brought the rod along the other side of Doctor Jemaine's face, hitting him just as hard the second time as he had the first, sort of moaning a little as he did so, his dark eyes alight with fire, "Again! You could be more specific! I would be able to follow you...or perhaps...perhaps you've been amongst the Earthlings too long, hmm?"
The Master rocked on his heels, "You've been with them so long you think everyone past you is a complete and utter moron. An inferior, well, I am not your inferior," he stressed the words, his voice full of fire, "If anything, you are mine, Doctor, or have you not yet succumb to the knowledge that I have you bested."
"...it would seem that way." Doctor Jemaine managed, spitting out some more blood, his eyes slightly glazed with pain, "For now."
The Master sighed and rolled his eyes, "Now I know exactly where Jack got his ridiculously clichéd comebacks from. Honestly, Doctor, there's nothing wrong with admitting defeat. Especially at the hands of your betters."
"You would know," Doctor Jemaine added, struggling to give the other man a sardonic smirk. It must have done something of the trick, because the Master charged forward, practically mounting him, the rod pressed hard against his throat, crushing his windpipe slightly, the Master's voice a hungry purr, breath hot along his neck, "You're just playing with me now, aren't you...oh, you sweet thing...you don't know how long I've been waiting for this..."
Doctor Jemaine did his best to swallow, his voice coming out in a croak, "Get off me, 'Taika'."
The Master suddenly grinned, bouncing off the Doctor, light on his toes once more, "You liked that, didn't you? The name...I've gone by many, just like you, but that one I thought particularly creative...and you, Jemaine. I like it. It's sort of...mod. Suits you. Especially this time 'round..."
"I thought so."
"And the boy certainly seems to enjoy it."
Doctor Jemaine froze at the merest mention of Bret and the Master noticed it, winking, "You try him on yet?"
"Shut up." Doctor Jemaine muttered.
The Master continued unabated, "I wouldn't blame you. He's awfully pretty...and so innocent. He's like a lamb. White, pure-"
"Shut up." Doctor Jemaine's voice rose, the threat clearer.
"-sacrificial-"
"I said-"
"'Shut up', yes, heard you," The Master chuckled, "I pegged you right earlier. You really care about this one. Hate to think of how he would react to this 'weather rod'."
"That doesn't work on biological creatures."
"True enough," The Master conceded, "You were quite right in your earlier diagnosis, Doctor, if a bit primitive. This is a 'weather rod'. The fools of this planet...they hold the power of a god in their hands and they do not use it to its' full potential. This rod is coated in Uindine, making it tough, unbreakable and inside...ah, inside, such technology...I imagine it wasn't actually created by the Tantamirians - in fact, I highly doubt it was even created on this planet. But how it got here, why it is here, is no where near as important as how it will be used now."
Doctor Jemaine's eyes were narrowed, his hands roughly gripping the armrests of the chair, "And how will it be used?"
The Master gave him a bright smile, "Oh. I think you should know the answer to that. Just some simple adjustments from me and this rod will be able to effect the weather on any planet. Think of it...the ability to control the weather...to call the wind, the rain...the storms...such storms...the thunder...it will beat with the sounds of a thousand drums-"
"Thought the drums were gone from you-"
"Oh, the beat never leaves me, not really...it's burned into my blood now, into my very veins...it drives me, motivates me...even you have been caught up in its' rhythms no doubt, hmm? Since you heard them-"
Doctor Jemaine thought of his bass and shook his head, eyes avoiding the Master's, "Nonsense."
The Master laughed dryly and shook his head, "You should learn to lie better."
"Perhaps you can teach me, you've made an art of it."
"That I have," The Master whispered and he walked closer to the Doctor, settling near his tied feet, looking up at him, "I do so like you tied up."
"Yes, I've noticed that's become a theme with you," Doctor Jemaine mumbled, his body straining against the restraining ropes temporarily, as if to drive the point home, "So, that's the plan, is it? Go to other planets, manipulate their weather and...what? Ransom demands? Something of that nature."
The Master shook his head, "When did you start thinking so small? Must be those humans rubbing off on you. Honestly, you should really take a break from that planet...maybe take a companion from Nightkessle or B'tar."
"Both pleasure planets."
"Just a thought."
"Master..."
"Ohhh...say it again."
Doctor Jemaine rolled his eyes, groaning, "Look...seems to me you were winning long before I came along, so...what was the point? Why did you have Jack contact me? What? Just so you could gloat? Talk about childish and pedantic..."
"Doctor, please, some credit. No, I am, in fact, in need of transportation. While it has been...fun...with Jack, and while there have certainly been, ah,...perks, being in his presence, I grow weary of his means of travel. I mean, a vortex manipulator-"
"Space hopper." Doctor Jemaine sneered.
"Exactly," The Master said coolly, "I'm more for a sports car..."
Doctor Jemaine's eyes widened, "You mean to take the Tardis-"
"Wouldn't be the first time."
"She won't fly for you."
"Oh, but she will,' The Master smiled cruelly, "Or at least...she'll fly for the boy."
"Bret," Doctor Jemaine breathed, his face telling the Master he knew exactly what he had planned, still, loving to rub it in, he continued, "Mm, yes, you follow nicely now, don't you? The Tardis will fly for me and Bret will be my companion."
"No..."
"As for Jack, well, we had our fun, but...I plan on using him as mud flaps. After all, he's a sight more attractive than those gaudy black ones with the silver lady outline, don't you think?"
"You won't-"
"What?" The Master scoffed, getting back to his feet, pointing the rod in Doctor Jemaine's face, "'I won't get away with this?' Is that what you were going to say? Really? Please, Doctor. I think we both know I all ready have. I've got the boy and Jack locked up and I have you dead to rights, I mean, honestly...not one loose end tied up."
"I'm not a loose end?" Doctor Jemaine asked, eyes narrowed, voice breathy, "Because last I checked, I'm still alive...and if you take Bret from me, I promise you, I'll hunt you from one end of the universe to the other."
The Master's eyes widened, "Interesting...no concern for your precious Tardis? For Jack? Just the boy...first thing to leap to your mind, hmm?"
Doctor Jemaine shook his head, "That's not-"
The Master looked down then, sort of introspective, voice quiet, "Used to be a time...like to think, you would have thought the same of me, Theta..."
Doctor Jemaine licked his lips, his own tone just as soft, "You...you know-"
The Master shook his head, "I'll never be good enough, will I?" he sighed, eyes cast off into the distance, "Never was...."
"No, no, no...you...you're brilliant...you know that."
The Master turned back to Doctor Jemaine, waved the rod in his face, sniffing, "Whatever. Doesn't matter. All that matters is, I've got the upper hand at last and I've wasted far too much time gloating over it."
The Master started to walk away from Doctor Jemaine, tossing out over his shoulder, "'S about time I got to work! Started my new life - my life free of you, free of the drums...free of all of it. Just me, my new Tardis, and best of all, my new companion!"
"Master...please, don't do this! Think about what you're doing! Let me go! Let me go and I'll...we'll-"
"Oh, give it a rest, won't you?!" The Master returned, muttering under his breath, "Long past saving anyway..."
He raised the rod into the air and, clicking a few buttons, the sky above grew dark and menacing. The Master grinned evilly, his voice rising loud enough for Doctor Jemaine to hear, "Storm's coming...best hold on tight!"
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Doctor (Jemaine)
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,620
Summary: AU, FOTC/Doctor Who cross, Bret and the Doctor run into Captain Jack Harkness and several unexpected things come to light.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FOTC or Doctor Who or anything fun really.
Warning: Big ol' suggestions of former Master/Doctor - but really, the series started it...
Notes: Lots of guest stars! Mentions of sex! Cuteness! Terror! Suspense! You reading it?
Previous Chapters: 1, 2
"Do you know what this is?"
"Mmm...no, no, not really," Doctor Jemaine muttered from where he sat, tied to a overly elaborate chair. He eyed the long, hard metal rod the Master held with disgust, "Is it for curtains? Have we reached that stage all ready? 'Cause if you must know, I prefer the big, white, billowy kind over-"
Doctor Jemaine's words were cut short swiftly as the Master viciously brought the rod along side his face with one, hard, quick motion, resulting in a resounding sound that resembled 'swack'.
The Master grinned gleefully as Doctor Jemaine's head whipped about, blood escaping from his full lips. Some of the blood had landed along the rod, lacing it, and the Master brought it to his mouth.
He licked it clean, shivering delightfully at the taste of it, his eyes fixated on Doctor Jemaine's the entire time, "Now, now...you know how I feel about you looking down your nose at me. I will not be pandered to, I find it pedantic. I'm just as clever as you are...if not more so. Now, talk to me like an adult, would you?"
The Master held out the rod for inspection once more, "What is this?"
Doctor Jemaine grunted, the side of his jaw still smarting from where the Master had hit him, "It's a...well, for lack of a better term, a weather rod."
The Master brought the rod along the other side of Doctor Jemaine's face, hitting him just as hard the second time as he had the first, sort of moaning a little as he did so, his dark eyes alight with fire, "Again! You could be more specific! I would be able to follow you...or perhaps...perhaps you've been amongst the Earthlings too long, hmm?"
The Master rocked on his heels, "You've been with them so long you think everyone past you is a complete and utter moron. An inferior, well, I am not your inferior," he stressed the words, his voice full of fire, "If anything, you are mine, Doctor, or have you not yet succumb to the knowledge that I have you bested."
"...it would seem that way." Doctor Jemaine managed, spitting out some more blood, his eyes slightly glazed with pain, "For now."
The Master sighed and rolled his eyes, "Now I know exactly where Jack got his ridiculously clichéd comebacks from. Honestly, Doctor, there's nothing wrong with admitting defeat. Especially at the hands of your betters."
"You would know," Doctor Jemaine added, struggling to give the other man a sardonic smirk. It must have done something of the trick, because the Master charged forward, practically mounting him, the rod pressed hard against his throat, crushing his windpipe slightly, the Master's voice a hungry purr, breath hot along his neck, "You're just playing with me now, aren't you...oh, you sweet thing...you don't know how long I've been waiting for this..."
Doctor Jemaine did his best to swallow, his voice coming out in a croak, "Get off me, 'Taika'."
The Master suddenly grinned, bouncing off the Doctor, light on his toes once more, "You liked that, didn't you? The name...I've gone by many, just like you, but that one I thought particularly creative...and you, Jemaine. I like it. It's sort of...mod. Suits you. Especially this time 'round..."
"I thought so."
"And the boy certainly seems to enjoy it."
Doctor Jemaine froze at the merest mention of Bret and the Master noticed it, winking, "You try him on yet?"
"Shut up." Doctor Jemaine muttered.
The Master continued unabated, "I wouldn't blame you. He's awfully pretty...and so innocent. He's like a lamb. White, pure-"
"Shut up." Doctor Jemaine's voice rose, the threat clearer.
"-sacrificial-"
"I said-"
"'Shut up', yes, heard you," The Master chuckled, "I pegged you right earlier. You really care about this one. Hate to think of how he would react to this 'weather rod'."
"That doesn't work on biological creatures."
"True enough," The Master conceded, "You were quite right in your earlier diagnosis, Doctor, if a bit primitive. This is a 'weather rod'. The fools of this planet...they hold the power of a god in their hands and they do not use it to its' full potential. This rod is coated in Uindine, making it tough, unbreakable and inside...ah, inside, such technology...I imagine it wasn't actually created by the Tantamirians - in fact, I highly doubt it was even created on this planet. But how it got here, why it is here, is no where near as important as how it will be used now."
Doctor Jemaine's eyes were narrowed, his hands roughly gripping the armrests of the chair, "And how will it be used?"
The Master gave him a bright smile, "Oh. I think you should know the answer to that. Just some simple adjustments from me and this rod will be able to effect the weather on any planet. Think of it...the ability to control the weather...to call the wind, the rain...the storms...such storms...the thunder...it will beat with the sounds of a thousand drums-"
"Thought the drums were gone from you-"
"Oh, the beat never leaves me, not really...it's burned into my blood now, into my very veins...it drives me, motivates me...even you have been caught up in its' rhythms no doubt, hmm? Since you heard them-"
Doctor Jemaine thought of his bass and shook his head, eyes avoiding the Master's, "Nonsense."
The Master laughed dryly and shook his head, "You should learn to lie better."
"Perhaps you can teach me, you've made an art of it."
"That I have," The Master whispered and he walked closer to the Doctor, settling near his tied feet, looking up at him, "I do so like you tied up."
"Yes, I've noticed that's become a theme with you," Doctor Jemaine mumbled, his body straining against the restraining ropes temporarily, as if to drive the point home, "So, that's the plan, is it? Go to other planets, manipulate their weather and...what? Ransom demands? Something of that nature."
The Master shook his head, "When did you start thinking so small? Must be those humans rubbing off on you. Honestly, you should really take a break from that planet...maybe take a companion from Nightkessle or B'tar."
"Both pleasure planets."
"Just a thought."
"Master..."
"Ohhh...say it again."
Doctor Jemaine rolled his eyes, groaning, "Look...seems to me you were winning long before I came along, so...what was the point? Why did you have Jack contact me? What? Just so you could gloat? Talk about childish and pedantic..."
"Doctor, please, some credit. No, I am, in fact, in need of transportation. While it has been...fun...with Jack, and while there have certainly been, ah,...perks, being in his presence, I grow weary of his means of travel. I mean, a vortex manipulator-"
"Space hopper." Doctor Jemaine sneered.
"Exactly," The Master said coolly, "I'm more for a sports car..."
Doctor Jemaine's eyes widened, "You mean to take the Tardis-"
"Wouldn't be the first time."
"She won't fly for you."
"Oh, but she will,' The Master smiled cruelly, "Or at least...she'll fly for the boy."
"Bret," Doctor Jemaine breathed, his face telling the Master he knew exactly what he had planned, still, loving to rub it in, he continued, "Mm, yes, you follow nicely now, don't you? The Tardis will fly for me and Bret will be my companion."
"No..."
"As for Jack, well, we had our fun, but...I plan on using him as mud flaps. After all, he's a sight more attractive than those gaudy black ones with the silver lady outline, don't you think?"
"You won't-"
"What?" The Master scoffed, getting back to his feet, pointing the rod in Doctor Jemaine's face, "'I won't get away with this?' Is that what you were going to say? Really? Please, Doctor. I think we both know I all ready have. I've got the boy and Jack locked up and I have you dead to rights, I mean, honestly...not one loose end tied up."
"I'm not a loose end?" Doctor Jemaine asked, eyes narrowed, voice breathy, "Because last I checked, I'm still alive...and if you take Bret from me, I promise you, I'll hunt you from one end of the universe to the other."
The Master's eyes widened, "Interesting...no concern for your precious Tardis? For Jack? Just the boy...first thing to leap to your mind, hmm?"
Doctor Jemaine shook his head, "That's not-"
The Master looked down then, sort of introspective, voice quiet, "Used to be a time...like to think, you would have thought the same of me, Theta..."
Doctor Jemaine licked his lips, his own tone just as soft, "You...you know-"
The Master shook his head, "I'll never be good enough, will I?" he sighed, eyes cast off into the distance, "Never was...."
"No, no, no...you...you're brilliant...you know that."
The Master turned back to Doctor Jemaine, waved the rod in his face, sniffing, "Whatever. Doesn't matter. All that matters is, I've got the upper hand at last and I've wasted far too much time gloating over it."
The Master started to walk away from Doctor Jemaine, tossing out over his shoulder, "'S about time I got to work! Started my new life - my life free of you, free of the drums...free of all of it. Just me, my new Tardis, and best of all, my new companion!"
"Master...please, don't do this! Think about what you're doing! Let me go! Let me go and I'll...we'll-"
"Oh, give it a rest, won't you?!" The Master returned, muttering under his breath, "Long past saving anyway..."
He raised the rod into the air and, clicking a few buttons, the sky above grew dark and menacing. The Master grinned evilly, his voice rising loud enough for Doctor Jemaine to hear, "Storm's coming...best hold on tight!"