kore_logs | A Meeting of the Minds

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.

Threaded | Flat

This was swiftly turning out to be a headache of a detour from reality. He hated this place, he really did, there was nothing much to do and every now and again? Well, they decided to rattle everyone's cages and make things worse. The Master had no desire to get involved and rise to anything they set in front of him. Hence why most of his time was spent outside, scavenging and generally being a nuisance, avoiding the idea of 'roommates'.

He was just about to start looking for lunch when he something shot through him and he came to a halt, eyes wide in confusion. Psychic messages, bit like an unwelcomed text message when not warned beforehand. His teeth nearly vibrated from the pitiful wave of desperation! Wincing, he looked up with a frown on his face. The moron was back then. He'd had a feeling the Doctor had returned, he could sense a Time Lord back around but part of him was hoping it was someone new. He could use some alternative company.

But, sadly, the Master found himself incapable of avoiding the man or ignoring a call either. He loathed the Doctor on so many levels but he always came. That really said it all about him. Plus why miss out on an excuse to gloat at the Doctor needing him? Oh that would be beautiful to see.

He followed the trail of the missing Time Lord all about and over Kore till he came to the little house that contained his 'damsel in distress'. He didn't fancy barging in, just in case this was some form of a trap, so instead? He knocked four times. Gently, not too loud, just enough to indicate he was waiting outside.

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