hh_mirror | WART from the Master!

Well... I mean really. It's not like I thought you were going to kill me after.... [shrugs, and rubs his neck, looking away]]

I wasn't, no. But it has been known to happen. It's even a preferred technique of some assassins.

Yeah, but you're not an assassin are you? And you did manage to fail at killing me for-

OOH I;ve got a story about that sort of assassin actually!

[Several deep breaths. That kind of scorekeeping is not going to lead to anything good. Still.]

If it involves you and a dockside whore, I'd just as well not hear it.

Well no, actually. It was-

...Are you hyperventilating? You're not disappointed are you? [amused and annoyed]

I am not hyperventilating. And I am not 'disappointed'. But I have no interest in hearing about you narrowly avoiding death by sex.

Oh that was ages ago. And It wasn't so much sex as- Well never mind. It was complicated and frankly nothing to brag about, just between you and me. [rolls his eyes]

I gather it was nothing for the assassin to brag about either, or you wouldn't be here. [Yep. Still sounds grouchy.]

[frowns, looking a little hurt]

Afraid I wouldn't know. I'd ask you, but then I've heard you're 'not picky' when it comes to your partners. Perhaps one of them will be worth bragging about.

[he's feeling stupid now for thinking that there had been anything special about that. when apparently is was just another mind game. He should have known better]

...you heard what? Who would even know to say that? That's... what?

So it's true then? Not that I'm so self centered as to think I'm that important, but I sort thought that the other night was, you know the old cliche, I think- special? Ohhh, but I'm sure we can forget all about it if you'd rather.

Since apparently where I am now's not anything you were particularly excited about.

...what?

The other night was... [oh, no way is he going to swear by Rassilon ever again, and that's a gaping hole in his vocabulary] ...there has been nothing like that. Nothing. How could there be, if it wasn't you?

...wait, where are you? Is it near the WART studio?

[pauses] Yes, why?

Because you mentioned it, and perhaps this would be a better conversation face-to-face.

And you still haven't told me who said that about me.

Perhaps, but if you're in a mood now because of me I don't want you running off after someone and... not killing them. [runs a hand through his hair] Does this place do drinks? Hard ones?

The Little Green Apple, right off the Slytherin common room. All the drinks anyone can want, and who knows what exactly is in the house blend for the hookahs. I'll meet you there.

[AdamWEst Batman transition!]

He'd known something had to go wrong, of course it would, but oh, did it have to be so soon? Couldn't he have at least a few years?

He knew his way around by now, and the Little Green Apple was a familiar destination. He claimed a table and after taking one look at his face, La Fee Verte brought him a Sidecar and hurried to fix more.

[he arrives a few minutes later, hand shoved deep into the pockets of his coat and looking embarrassed]

Hardest they've got then?

He'd finished one by then, and was well into his second. Seeing the Doctor brought an embarrassing rush of relief.

"Here? She'd give you pure grain alcohol if you asked for it."

"I'll take that then.'

He chuckles and sits across from him, not looking up for a moment.

"Look, about what i said..."

"About what you said." He was very quiet, very still. As quiet as the echoing silent places in his head. It kept him from screaming and throwing furniture.

"I didn't mean... Well I did, the part about last night being.... Oh I'm rubbish at his." He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.

"I mean I guess it's still me whether I remember or not, yeah? And I do.....you know. Trust you. Never even slept around Rose. Cept in the beginning."

Oh, not Rose again. Wasn't one regeneration wittering on about Rose enough?

"So why don't you tell me why you're being..." The Master finished his drink and took a deep, shaky breath. "You know how I usually deal with quarrels. I don't have the energy for that. Damn it, I'm trying to communicate with you, and now you're cross because someone made an accusation. Because, of course, no one could possibly want to slander me."

"Look, I'm sorry, I am it's just...." He took a deep drink, hissing at the burn. "I wasn't ever expecting to see you again.... That time I spent waiting for the regeneration to start, sitting in your room and thinking the last I ever saw of you was the back of your head.... Not even the point...."

He was getting sidetracked. "I just really wanted to believe after all that.... You know. I trust you. you saved my life....sort of. i mean i went and messed it up but you still saved me and oh I don't even know." He dropped his forehead onto the table and made a frustrated noise.

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