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Who: Master and Doctor
What: Routine check up
Where: Outside 4A

It had been a while since he'd seen the Doctor and while that wasn't exactly the end of the world for him, it did leave him slightly annoyed by the lack of contact. They had a lot to discuss still, much of which had been glossed over. Mainly that he was sending his girlfriend to scope him out and that just wasn't okay. More annoying than anything. Course he wasn't entirely sure how much the Doctor knew about that one but it was still annoying regardless.

And if he couldn't complain to the Doctor, who could he complain to? He was somewhat lacking friends.

Not feeling in the mood for a chase, the Master reached out from his mind to find the Doctor. Since helping him piece back together his shambled mind, the Master found a mental connection was much easier to form. And that's why he branched out instead of a long and dull search.

Doctor. Come and play? Outside 4A.

A simple message but one that had to be easy to follow.

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The Doctor wasn't sure how he felt with the message coming from the Master mentally. Granted that connection was there and all Time Lords were capable of it, but now it was far easier than ever for the Master to find the Doctor. If that didn't unnerve him, then what else did?

A few moments later, the Doctor turns up outside the Master's doorstep. "Somehow I have a feeling you aren't thinking of the same 'play' as I am." He tucks his hands in his trouser pockets, and cocks an eyebrow in the other's direction.

"I met your girlfriend. I don't like her," the Master answered, completely ignoring the obvious question as he remained seated on his doorstep, eating what appeared to be a bag of bread. He wasn't picky and it was literally all he had left right now, he didn't exactly put much effort into his food. Perhaps he should? Might make eating vastly more enjoyable.

"I suggest you keep her away from me, I can't be trusted. Especially not around your beloved earth girls."

He had a terrible track record with them and he wasn't about to be punished for accidentally losing his temper with one of them. The Doctor was the only other intellectual here and to lose his company would be mind-numbingly boring.

"Girlfriend? What are you..." Then he realized the Master must be talking about Mina. "She's not my girlfriend." He wasn't really sure what they were; it was never really discussed what they were. But why had she contacted the Master?

Pinching the bridge of his nose, "I actually did tell her to stay away from you," his hand dropped to his side, "Why did she contact you?" For some reason this uneased the Doctor, but he wasn't for certain why.

"She near enough hinted that she was so I'm just going to say she is. You never were the best with girls, you play with them but never commit. Naughty Doctor, toying with the hearts of easily swayed ladies everywhere," the Master mocked as he climbed to his feet, tossing whatever he had in his hands aside so he could scope out the Doctor. His reactions always said it all, the man was like an open book.

"Wanted to chat, get to know me a little. Liked me, actually. Isn't that a little troubling?" the Master sneered, still circling around the Doctor. He couldn't really help himself, he wasn't even that annoyed. He just needed someone to rile up.

That earned the Master an eyeroll. "I don't play them, and you're one to talk. Tell me one name of someone you hadn't manipulated for your own purposes. Even I don't make that list."

Still, what was Mina getting at by contacting the Master? The Doctor would have to ask her about that later. He doubted she liked him, but he kept his mouth shut and relaxed his shoulders. "You're bored." He commented, well knowing the Master didn't do casual chats and a cuppa, "You've been quiet, so you're looking to stir up trouble. I'll make it easy for you: find the lad, Dilandau, he's quite perturbed at me. Although injured he does pack a good punch."

"Ailla," the Master said without even hesitating. And a somewhat sad smile came to his face at the mention of her name. "Ironically, she was playing me the whole time. I think she taught me well, I actually learned a lot from her."

Never trust anyone, don't let anyone get close and play whoever you can. That was what he'd learned in life and it made him much happier. Or so he liked to think. It was just easier to ignore emotions than tackle them like a rational person. "Of course I'm bored, I'm always bored. There's nothing to do here. And as fun as helping someone bash your head in sounds, it doesn't seem that productive."

He'd be much happier to play with the Doctor alone, he always had a preference to one on one. "Made any new progress in your plans to leave?"

"Yes, I see that." The Doctor replies, unamused and finds a spot to sit down on the steps of the house - close enough to converse with the Master, but far enough where he had enough room and calculated time to move away quickly if need be.

There's a elongated inhale, "Nope!" Exhale. "I don't exactly want a repeat performance, especially with the scientist lot." He rubs at his face before resting his chin in the palm of his hand, glancing over to the Master before admitting, "In a dream the other day, I saw a girl in a room that resembled what I barely remember and yet looked very familiar... She was screaming, throwing things and they restrained her and..." He shakes his head, "I dunno. I woke up in a panic, because I think that's what happened to me."

Mina had asked him about it, knew something was bothering him, but he refused to tell her. Why he felt comfortable telling his enemy this, he wasn't sure.

"Probably flashes from your time with them manifesting in a subconscious manner. You were traumatised, you suppressed them but they slipped out when you let your guard down. It's not exactly uncommon," It happened to him all the time and hence he was pretty sure he knew what he was taking about here. The Doctor had suffered some level of mental scarring at the event, it was hardly a shock that it would still impact him now. Those scientists were nasty little bastards.

He was rather hoping to avoid a confrontation. But if he had to, he would. Just for the sake of leaving.

"I was thinking that your original plan to leave wasn't bad, it was just poorly thought out and too showy. Then again, you seemed in the frame of mind to want attention. Honestly, I felt like you were ripping me off," The Master offered a slightly unfriendly smile at the very suggestion, unable to help himself.

Rubbing at an eyelid, he nods, "I was a bit manic..." Which was putting it lightly. It translated to him not sleeping for nearly 4 or 5 days, working nonstop on the generator, and drinking far too many cups of tea as his meals. Then that emotional outburst and calling himself Time Lord Victorious? It was embarrassing to think about now.

"...What are you planning?" Did he even want to know?

"I'm going to plant a series of elaborate bombs around the city and you have to deactivate them with just string, a paperclip and newspaper," the Master deadpanned to the Doctor, giving him a look that clearly says 'why are you even asking such a question'. What villain gave up their plan?-- Well, him sometimes. But only in the past and only when he thought he was definitely winning. He'd learned from that and all his plans were strictly kept inside.

"Why would I tell you? I'm not that thick," And thinking he that was just a little rude, mister. "Besides, I don't really have one. I can't think straight enough to form one."

"Be careful." The Doctor warned with a serious face, "I don't know who or what they are but they're nothing I've ever been up against before."

It wasn't that the Doctor was jealous the Master was planning something that might potentially work, but the fact that there was a good chance it wouldn't work and he too would suffer consequences like the Doctor. And if that were to happen? There's no chance in the universe the Doctor would be able to return the favor and bring him back from insanity. He could at least have that answer right now for him, and hopefully the Master had realized that by now.

"I know how to do this, you know? Breaking dimensional barriers. It's child's play. I've done it before and I could do it again," the Master insisted as his fingers snaked into his hair and he gave it a little tug of frustration. Something was clearly annoying him. "Nothing falls in order any more, nothing clicks together. It's like my mind won't let it any more. Everything goes to four and stops."

And he can't fix that. It was insanely hard to plot a grand scheme when his brain felt like it was rotting inside his head, pulsating to the beat of four. He hated it, he felt like he was fighting a losing battle.

"If only I had the luxury of your mind-space for mine to think in. We'd of been gone by now."

The Doctor shakes his head, "I wouldn't have gone with you, no..." He knew the Master well enough he was in it for himself, "I can't leave everyone here. That was the point of my attempt - to save everyone."

He had made a promise to Mina, at least, and there was no way he'd leave without the others. And then how many were possibly being held by the scientists? That could be another factor.

"Save everyone? Why? You barely even know them," the Master snapped in annoyance. this is what confused him so much about the Doctor. He saved everyone, no exclusions, even the bastards who deserved to die. Even himself. But why? Would it really be that bad if a few people got left behind? Couldn't be the end of the world, surely? The Master did it all the time, he'd built up a resilience to it.

Everything immortal is hard at first. Then you adapt. He did anyway and he liked to think his life was easier that way. He'd lost his ability to care about insignificant nothings a long time ago.

"We could just leave. Together. Just you and me. You always said you wanted that,the last of the last of grand race. We could rule whole galaxies, walk among the stars and know we own them all. The universe could easily be ours... if it wasn't for you always holding back."

It was what he wanted at one time, at least he truly, honestly thought that. "Because they deserve to live just as much as we do. No one asked to be here, and even though my plan didn't work, you saw how many showed up at that meeting. I can't leave without bringing everyone with. I can't."

Why did he suddenly feel so old and so very tired? "I'll help you, but if you're in it just for yourself, then I'm not sure how much I can help you."

"I don't need your help. We both know that," the Master sneered swiftly, making it very obvious that he wasn't at all asking for help here. More a partnership where they worked as equals. Only he was more equal than the Doctor. So equal that he was better. And his logic was very sound. "You can assist. If it works then I'll leave and you can just make up your mind. Maybe you'll get lucky and clear everyone out."

Hopefully not if the Master can stop it. He wasn't going to save everyone here, just himself. Maybe the Doctor. If he catches him on a generous day.

"Then why do you play up these offers of us together? You don't make any sense; has anyone ever told you that?" The Doctor kicked off to his feet, pacing for a moment and ruffling his hair.

Finally with a pause and giving the Master a stern look, "They're dangerous, I can't tell you that enough. I don't have a clue as to what we're up against. And those bloody dreams... What was that about? I can't help you." He was going back on his word just a moment ago.

"I can't do this... I can't. I... It's not going to work, and if it fails again, I think they will kill me. I'm a liability. I'm being watched closer than ever now." It wasn't like him to give up, and deep down, he hadn't, just he didn't think he was confident enough to pull anything off now.

"Yes. You tell me it all the time," the Master pointed out as he rolled his eyes, hands sliding into his hoodie pocket as he let the Doctor rant at him. This really wasn't something he was unused too. It happened a lot whenever they got together. He said something cruel, he got told off, they make up and bickered till they parted ways.

"You're scared because of what they did to you and you can't even remember what it was. That's impressive. They really have a hold on you."

And what made it so insane to him was that the Doctor seemed legitimately scared, as if he was really worried that someone would come and get him. Torture him and kill him. And that left him oddly impotent. "If you back down to them, you're being a coward. And that's never you."

"I don't want to remember." The Doctor got to his feet, looking at the Master, "You're right, I AM scared. I'm scared of what they're capable of and what they're doing to others out there. I don't want to challenge that. You saw the results of what they did, and I can't go through that again!"

He sighed and added softly, "I do want to leave, but... Oh, I dunno."

"Well, it's a worrying day when the Doctor is too afraid to stand up," the Master sighed, actually sounding rather annoyed by it all. He couldn't help but feel like he was being let down because he wasn't capable of being that heroic or that cpaable of an amazing plan but the Doctor was. Every situations had some sort of out and the Doctor never failed to find it. Sadly, the Master had the worst luck at winning but the most motivation not to die.

A deadly combo. With a sigh, he rubbed his forehead and tried to think of something he could say. "You do know. Fear doesn't last, it comes and goes. You'll get over it. And hopefully soon."

"Are you giving me a pep talk?" The Doctor looks over to him, a smile developing across his face, "It's adorable, really. Very kind of you!"

He reaches over to ruffle the already messy blonde hair of the Master's.

But his words did ring true and the Doctor did have a feeling he would be trying again later to get them out. He was never good at sitting still for very long.

"I'm not giving you a pep talk, I'm trying to motivate you away from giving up. You're the one that always finds a way out, not me," the Master argued back, slapping the Doctor's hands away in frustration. Not cute, Doctor. Not cute. He was this close to starting a mini war on his life just to get back for that hair ruffle. In fact, he might. Could be fun!

"It's annoying, really. If this was one of my scheme then you'd foil it in moments. But when it's a scary scientist? Oh no, end of the world and you're all done. Come on, fight back," the Master complained, not sure why he was always losing to him. Seemed a little too unfair.

He's silent, unsure if there was anything he could say and nods. In his hearts, he knew the Master was right and hoped he was right, because right now he wasn't so sure of what he was capable of. And if he did try again? Well, that remains to be seen.

Taking a few steps back. "We'll see what the future reveals."

"We'll be fine," the Master insisted. and there was a sort of reassurance in his words, an odd and muted kindness that he clearly didn't want to be discussed. Instead, he adjusted his hoodie and gestured for the Doctor to walk with him. Far too much bonding here. It was getting awkward.

"I'm still going to make a sort of transdimensional teleporter."

And the Doctor would just have to -- well, deal with that.

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Could of sworn I'd tagged this!!! >(