The Doctor knows the Master is there before he hears his voice.
He’s hooked up the TARDIS via an interior-exterior auditory link so that he’ll hear any announcements or music played over the park’s systems –even if he’s deep in some forgotten side-room working on climate circuits– anywhere in the ship. He’s almost to the consol room by the time he hears the Master speak.
And he halts, there, in the middle of a corridor and he can’t breathe because –he’s thinking ‘give me this. give me this day, just once,’ which is hurt and twisted and wrong he knows but– it’s that new-familiar voice with those old-familiar words, and then he’s running, and it’s a long way from Toon Town to the gates and – the TARDIS would have been faster, but he’s not bringing her back so close to the Master, not yet, and– then he’s there, and he stops again, and stares.
He stands there –as he once stood on a landing strip, thinking himself so clever, so invisible– until that new-familiar face turns towards him.
And then he forgets –himself, everything– and throws himself on the other Time Lord in a death-grip of a hug.
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Date: 2007-09-30 10:05 pm (UTC)He’s hooked up the TARDIS via an interior-exterior auditory link so that he’ll hear any announcements or music played over the park’s systems –even if he’s deep in some forgotten side-room working on climate circuits– anywhere in the ship. He’s almost to the consol room by the time he hears the Master speak.
And he halts, there, in the middle of a corridor and he can’t breathe because –he’s thinking ‘give me this. give me this day, just once,’ which is hurt and twisted and wrong he knows but– it’s that new-familiar voice with those old-familiar words, and then he’s running, and it’s a long way from Toon Town to the gates and – the TARDIS would have been faster, but he’s not bringing her back so close to the Master, not yet, and– then he’s there, and he stops again, and stares.
He stands there –as he once stood on a landing strip, thinking himself so clever, so invisible– until that new-familiar face turns towards him.
And then he forgets –himself, everything– and throws himself on the other Time Lord in a death-grip of a hug.