A Meeting of the Minds

[nevermindtherunning]

Who: the Master, the Doctor
Where: Mina's house
When: Day 83
What: A mentally unstable Doctor requests the aid from an old friend.
Warnings: None yet, but plenty of Time Lord angst



Mina was awfully trusting to keep the Doctor at her house, but the truth was, he wasn't able to be on his own. The impulse headaches weren't stopping, and his head pounded, like his skull was being cracked open so very slowly. He couldn't focus on any particular thought very long, and his regenerations and time lines blurred faster than riding a bullet train.

The scientists hadn't taken lightly of the Doctor's attempt at escaping, and he couldn't decide if it was out of retaliation or fear, that they explored his mind. He couldn't remember details or anything that happened, and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to.

Skin hot and feverish, he waited until Donna had gone away to send a message with the little energy he could muster to hold onto his sanity. "I need... I need to see you... now." He hoped he sent it to the right person -- or correctly -- Time Lord.

For a while he paced the room, but the pain continued to defeat him, where he stayed in the corner of the room, bent over on his knees, short nails digging into his scalp. He would find him. The Master always, annoyingly enough, found him. The Doctor just hoped he wouldn't ignore him, as he was his only hope of settling this.

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[bornofdeath]

"I did notice that. I'm not entirely thick," the Master pointed out as he pulled himself to his feet and dusted off his scrappy hoodie. "You seem fine now, I think now would be a good time to go before we drift into mindless banter. Never been my style, I prefer to the point. Unfortunately, you always go the opposite."

That was the annoying part really. Well, that and he knew the Doctor was already judging what he was doing before he'd done it and he just wasn't in the mood to play that game. No effort left. "It's so very ironic that out of every Time Lord in the whole of creation, the one I seem stuck to always be around is you. And visa versa. Sometimes I think the universe is probably laughing at us, you know?

[nevermindtherunning]

"Perhaps." The Doctor commented as he rose to his feet, but stopped to place a hand on the Master's forearm, "Thank you."

He was sincere in his words; entire grateful that the Master came when he asked and in the end agreed to sort out the travesty that was his mind. If he wasn't here or hadn't agreed, the only thing the Doctor could do was to force himself into a regeneration. He couldn't have asked anyone else to help him, knowing they wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Releasing his grip, not wanting to push the Master into another frustrated tirade, he took a step back, letting the Time Lord find his way out.

[bornofdeath]

"Don't thank me, just owe me one," the Master said. He didn't know why he need it or when it'd come in handy but it was always wise to keep someone on his side in some manner. With a slight nod, the Master moved away from the Doctor and pulled the door open, just happy to get some fresh air.

Being around the Doctor could be such a headache sometimes. He never know how to feel and that never boded well with him.

Frankly a swift exit benefited him.