Doctor Who Fanfic: Carried Too Far 3/10
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andrasteAuthor's Notes: Part Two on hold while I do some research on 18th century Scottish attitudes toward same-sex relationships. (The internet is surprisingly unforthcoming on the subject. Perhaps I will have to go to the actual library.) Anyway, they're only in chronological order for the sake of convenience, so it doesn't matter what order you read in. First part here.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Third Doctor/Master
III. Confinement
"This is your fault, you know."
"My fault? Need I remind you that you're the one who invited the Krillitane to invade the Earth in the first place?"
The Doctor tested the strength of handcuffs, but there was no obvious way to get out of them. If he could get his hands free ... then he would still be chained to the Master at the ankles. He would have to remedy that if he was to kick the door down and deal with the guard outside. After that, he could worry about how the get off the spaceship. For the past several minutes, a high-pitched siren had been wailing, which was hard to factor into his plans given that he didn't know why.
"But you're the one who told them I wasn't to be trusted. Really, Doctor, you have to stop spreading these things around. You're having a deleterious effect on my reputation."
"If you hadn't lied to them about the function of the Rumax Device, they wouldn't have believed me so quickly."
"If you'd just gone along with my plan, then neither of us would be in this position."
"For the last time, I am not going along with any plan of yours, especially not one that involves invading the Earth." The Doctor scowled and pulled against the chains again. He wished he could remember a way out of this that didn't involve dislocating his own shoulder. Or at the very least how to dislocate his shoulder.
"Would you please stop doing that?" the Master said. "You're not going to get free that way."
"I hope you don't propose that we just sit here and wait for the Krillitane to dispose of us."
"Certainly not. Do you have a spare sonic device about your person, by any chance?"
"The Krillitane took it." It was always annoying when captors remembered to do that.
"Lockpicks? Hatpin?"
The Doctor thought for a moment. "A paper clip in my pocket, but I don't see how that helps, even if I could get to it."
"I'm not too bad with Earth locks, actually," the Master said. "Even with primitive tools."
"Now why does that not surprise me?"
"You make sure I have such a lot of practice."
The Doctor squirmed about, trying to reach into his own trouser pocket, but it was no good. His hands were bound too tightly together, and there was very little give in the chain between them.
"Here, let me try," the Master said. The chain between their ankles was short, but they had a small amount of room to manoeuvre. With a bit of work, they managed to turn just enough so that the Master could get his hand in the Doctor's pocket.
"That doesn't seem to be a paper clip," the Master said, pulling out a silk scarf.
"Well, they are bigger on the inside. It's probably sunk to the bottom."
The Master reached back in, moved his hand downwards so that it was resting on the Doctor's thigh and then just ... stopped. "You know what this reminds me of?"
"The many other occasions when you've been locked up?"
"One in particular. That time Ruath and Ushas took that aircar, and the guard ran us in as accessories. Remember sitting in that cell all night waiting to see if the Academy would expel us in the morning?"
They hadn't just been sitting, the Doctor recalled, but it was a hitherto unspoken rule that they didn't talk about old times. "That was a long time ago."
Two whole lifetimes, when he was literally a different person. Gallifreyan relationships didn't always keep the same shape after regeneration, and certainly not when one party started roaming the universe trying to take over planets and killing people.
"What's a few hundred years to Time Lords?" The Master moved his fingers. Possibly he was feeling around for the paper clip.
The Doctor was just deciding whether to tell the Master sternly to remove his hand right now when the door swung open to reveal a familiar face.
"Jo! What are you doing here?"
"Rescuing you, of course." She smiled her sunniest smile. "We have to hurry, though, I think the ship's going to explode."
"Explode?" That explained the siren, but might present a certain challenge.
"I, er, might have hit the self-destruct button. The Krillitane seem a bit busy to worry about us, though."
"Ah, Miss Grant," the Master said, surreptitiously moving his hand. "The I do hope you have your trusty lockpicks on you."
"I didn't come here to rescue you," said Jo, fishing her tools out regardless.
"Obviously not, but you're not going to leave me here."
As a statement of fact, it was infuriating. The Doctor should just let him sit here and suffer the consequences of his behaviour. Naturally, he was not going to.
"Come on, Jo," he said. "Let's all get out of here. But don't unchain his hands - we'll take him back to Earth with us."
"I'm sure you'll think of something to do with me when we get there," the Master said cheerfully.
Next time, the Doctor thought, he would definitely leave the Master to get blown up.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Third Doctor/Master
III. Confinement
"This is your fault, you know."
"My fault? Need I remind you that you're the one who invited the Krillitane to invade the Earth in the first place?"
The Doctor tested the strength of handcuffs, but there was no obvious way to get out of them. If he could get his hands free ... then he would still be chained to the Master at the ankles. He would have to remedy that if he was to kick the door down and deal with the guard outside. After that, he could worry about how the get off the spaceship. For the past several minutes, a high-pitched siren had been wailing, which was hard to factor into his plans given that he didn't know why.
"But you're the one who told them I wasn't to be trusted. Really, Doctor, you have to stop spreading these things around. You're having a deleterious effect on my reputation."
"If you hadn't lied to them about the function of the Rumax Device, they wouldn't have believed me so quickly."
"If you'd just gone along with my plan, then neither of us would be in this position."
"For the last time, I am not going along with any plan of yours, especially not one that involves invading the Earth." The Doctor scowled and pulled against the chains again. He wished he could remember a way out of this that didn't involve dislocating his own shoulder. Or at the very least how to dislocate his shoulder.
"Would you please stop doing that?" the Master said. "You're not going to get free that way."
"I hope you don't propose that we just sit here and wait for the Krillitane to dispose of us."
"Certainly not. Do you have a spare sonic device about your person, by any chance?"
"The Krillitane took it." It was always annoying when captors remembered to do that.
"Lockpicks? Hatpin?"
The Doctor thought for a moment. "A paper clip in my pocket, but I don't see how that helps, even if I could get to it."
"I'm not too bad with Earth locks, actually," the Master said. "Even with primitive tools."
"Now why does that not surprise me?"
"You make sure I have such a lot of practice."
The Doctor squirmed about, trying to reach into his own trouser pocket, but it was no good. His hands were bound too tightly together, and there was very little give in the chain between them.
"Here, let me try," the Master said. The chain between their ankles was short, but they had a small amount of room to manoeuvre. With a bit of work, they managed to turn just enough so that the Master could get his hand in the Doctor's pocket.
"That doesn't seem to be a paper clip," the Master said, pulling out a silk scarf.
"Well, they are bigger on the inside. It's probably sunk to the bottom."
The Master reached back in, moved his hand downwards so that it was resting on the Doctor's thigh and then just ... stopped. "You know what this reminds me of?"
"The many other occasions when you've been locked up?"
"One in particular. That time Ruath and Ushas took that aircar, and the guard ran us in as accessories. Remember sitting in that cell all night waiting to see if the Academy would expel us in the morning?"
They hadn't just been sitting, the Doctor recalled, but it was a hitherto unspoken rule that they didn't talk about old times. "That was a long time ago."
Two whole lifetimes, when he was literally a different person. Gallifreyan relationships didn't always keep the same shape after regeneration, and certainly not when one party started roaming the universe trying to take over planets and killing people.
"What's a few hundred years to Time Lords?" The Master moved his fingers. Possibly he was feeling around for the paper clip.
The Doctor was just deciding whether to tell the Master sternly to remove his hand right now when the door swung open to reveal a familiar face.
"Jo! What are you doing here?"
"Rescuing you, of course." She smiled her sunniest smile. "We have to hurry, though, I think the ship's going to explode."
"Explode?" That explained the siren, but might present a certain challenge.
"I, er, might have hit the self-destruct button. The Krillitane seem a bit busy to worry about us, though."
"Ah, Miss Grant," the Master said, surreptitiously moving his hand. "The I do hope you have your trusty lockpicks on you."
"I didn't come here to rescue you," said Jo, fishing her tools out regardless.
"Obviously not, but you're not going to leave me here."
As a statement of fact, it was infuriating. The Doctor should just let him sit here and suffer the consequences of his behaviour. Naturally, he was not going to.
"Come on, Jo," he said. "Let's all get out of here. But don't unchain his hands - we'll take him back to Earth with us."
"I'm sure you'll think of something to do with me when we get there," the Master said cheerfully.
Next time, the Doctor thought, he would definitely leave the Master to get blown up.