hh_mirror | WART from the Master!

...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.

"...wait, what?" He was using that word a lot just now, wasn't he? "I didn't... I mean, I figured it out, after being here for a while, from the way your successor greeted me, that I never..." Deep gulp from his drink. Slow breath. Careful words. "I knew that I wouldn't see you again, unless it was a place like this." And also that he might be really actually for-good-this-time dead, but he didn't like to think about that. "But why..." He frowned, and looked at the Doctor closely. "You did something, didn't you. You did something that was just... infuriating and totally you and regenerated just after all that... that, didn't you?"

He chuckled into the table and held up a finger without lifting his head. "You're good. It wasn't even five three minutes after you'd gone. Wilfred was tapped inside the box. You know. With the radiation. Knocked four times."

"Wait... was that the old man? He couldn't have even had a decade left to live! If you were human, you'd join PETA, wouldn't you." He was laughing softly, because the alternative was rage. "Only you. Only you would do that."

"I'd join PETA anyway." He laughs himself and sits up, downing the rest of the drink. "I never did thank you though....Ahh! That's strong,"

"I'd have to disillusion you about some of their practices, then." He laughed and shook his head. "It wasn't about thanks. It... you know how hard I fight, how I always have some plan to cheat death. But what would be the point if you weren't around to come back to?"

"I am though", you said so yourself. I've gone all tweedy and young with bowties." He smiled, but he knew what the Master meant.

"He's not unappealing, but..." The Master sighed. "I'm a ghost to him. And that is unappealing."

The Doctor frowned and gestured for a refill. "I should know you always find a way back..."

Oh, fuck it. He was well on his way to a solid state of intoxication and could blame his loosened tongue on that. "That's another thing you must not have learned yet, then. Some of the people here are dead."

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