handymanoftheuniverse
The Doctor fell silent. He knew that perhaps he and the Master weren’t meant to be together like this. He knew that… one day one of them would have to leave. Perhaps he’d just been clinging onto false hope? He looked up and noted an odd look about the Master. He knew what was happening. One more time he whispered.
“We could do so much more..”
he fired a wave of pure energy at the Doctor’s hearts. He wouldn’t die of it. Or even faint. Maybe even collapsed. But oh he deserved it. He’s grinning as he shoots a second bolt of energy at him, feeling the energy leaving his body. After that, he ran at him to make sure he won’t bang his face at the TARDIS floor
“you’re repating yourself”
He had expected the blow, and he quickly fell. Though what surprised him was the fact that he was held up in the Master’s arms. He laughed again, it was a sort of insane laugh that one wouldn’t expect to hear from him, but it was there. “I know. It’s the only thing giving me hope.” He said slowly.
“there, there, Doctor. I’d like to have at least one of us still sane. And it won’t be me”
he kept holding him from falling. His sharp time lord senses picked up the Doctor’s scent. And he engulfed himself in it. It felt fantastic
Eventually the Doctor regained his ability to sit up and did so, leaning back against the TARDIS.
“Perhaps I will be the sane one.” He said with a small laugh. “Though I highly doubt either of us is completely sane.”
The Master sat down in front of him, looking at his own hands again
“I doubt that anyone can stay completely sane. After all of these years. “
He laughed, running a hand through his hair. “True. 907 years… I’m surprised I’ve survived this long.” He admitted slowly.
“Though I’m glad we both have.” After a short pause he added this to the end of his last sentence.
“We both.. We never really were sane. No one in his right mind would go and steal a TARDIS. And that was.. Centuries ago. For the both of us”
and then, a wave of pain shoots through his body, and his skull is visible for a moment
“I’m still dying, it seems”
“It seems that way.” The Doctor glanced at the Master as his normal features returned and let out a small sigh.
“Though I hope you don’t die..” There was a sense of extreem sadness in his voice, though he tried to hide it.
“Completely understandable, I hope I won’t die, too”
He heard the sadness, and he had a strange urge to just hug the Doctor. But he didn’t move
“The energy I absorbed.. It still didn’t stabilise this body”
“Perhaps you might need some more… There’s a rift in Cardiff.”
He slowly peeled himself up off the floor, stretching his arms again before he turned around to lean on the TARDIS dashboard.
