Jack sits down next to the Doctor, having spied him on the CCTV cameras from inside the Hub, and never one to miss a chance to see his friend (when it doesn’t conflict with timelines, of course), he’d hurried up to greet him.
But this Doctor isn’t as hopeful or happy as he normally seems, more like the Doctor when Jack first knew him, and that puts him on fairly sure footing.
“Everything is the point. You taught me that. You might not know why it’s important now, but you’ll find out eventually. And that alone is enough to keep you going, that promise of an answer, of a surprise.”
“Crikey Jack… you sure know how to scare someone out of their skin…” The doctor chuckles trying to cover his sadness with his usual smile. “tho its Cardiff so i shouldn’t be surprised.”
“What surprise is that hmm?… I mean, if your talking about that girl, Clara… she died twice, once in the past, once in the future… Got no clue who she is…” he mused, leaning slightly against the man
“Twice?” he said, casually putting his arm around the Doctor’s shoulders. “Amateur. Better up her game if she wants to play in the big leagues. You don’t even want to know what my record is now. And don’t forget you, you’ve gone through it what, 11 times now?”
He knew he was making light of the situation, trying to joke about how upset the Doctor was, but then, the Doctor clearly didn’t want to have a massive heart to heart right now. They could get to that later, right now he needed to get out of his head.
He pursed his lips, only a tiny smile, replacing his frown. “You can stop now jack… And it wasn’t like yours, this was properly, dead watch her get buried, dead…” he sighed, leaning heavily on jack, drawing comfort from him.
He Turned slightly, huging Jack, actually happy to be the shorter one at that moment, liking that he could fit easily under the Captains arm. He closed his eyes, not having realised he was tired, having been searching for this clara for quite a while.
Any smile that he had on his face, disappeared and hurt replaced that expression.
“Wha-…?” The last time he saw him, Koschei had left himself… saving his life…
“Well don’t look so offended,” the Master hissed. “You stole a TARDIS and left, how did you think I was going to feel about that?”
“Oh…. I…” he sighed and dragged a hand down his face when he realised what he was talking about.
“You mean back then… way back then…” a bitter laugh left his lips. He also knew he didn’t mean about the time he took Susan and ran… But the one BEFORE that, the first time, the one where he ran, and in Koschie’s opinion, never came back.
“I ran from my father.” He hoped that he wouldn’t ask him about it. “The second time, Susan contacted me and asked me to get her away from Gallifrey… I of course had not stolen a tardis the first time… that was the second time… i coudn’t find you the second time…”
He had wanted to take him, the first, he wasn’t in his right mind, that time he just needed to RUN.
The Master’s expression darkened even more at the story, leaving him half-growling, even if he wasn’t quite sure at what yet.
“You could have found me the first time,” he hissed sharply. “If you wanted to get away from him-… I would have gone with you. I’d been ready, just waiting for you to make the choice and come tell me. But you never did. And I stopped waiting.”
He closed his eyes, his face looking like he swallowed a lemon. “Fear And instincts are a powerful thing…” he mumbled softly.
Rubbing his eye, his shoulders slumped slightly. “Would you believe me if I confessed that I had tried to go back to get you once the fear passed and I realised where I was?” He laughed bitterly.
“I tried everyday for 2 years, then every second, then once a week, then I would try every so often… the stupid ship never took me back… then I tried a different date and I couldn’t find you…” he sighed.
“What…” He quickly wiped his face and turned to look at the Master. “Wh- How you got in here? Don’t tell me she LET you in… its either THAT or you managed to pick-pocket me at some point in our life and stole my key.”
It seems like just the mear presence of someone familiar, has (sorta) gotten the Doctor back to his (almost) cheerful self.
“Oh, come now. As if I needed to pickpocket a key.”
Something in the Master’s voice seemed genuinely, if mildly, offended. “Especially when you’re like this. She may not like me very much, but she knows you. Maybe she remembers, who knows.”
“Either way, you’re wrong.”
He Glared at the celling and huffed. Getting up from his seat he just walked away from him.
“What do you want? Are you here to do something to earth again? Im REALLY not in the mood to stop one of your stupid schemes.” He grimaced as he lent heavily on the rail.
Any smile that he had on his face, disappeared and hurt replaced that expression.
“Wha-…?” The last time he saw him, Koschei had left himself… saving his life…
“Well don’t look so offended,” the Master hissed. “You stole a TARDIS and left, how did you think I was going to feel about that?”
“Oh…. I…” he sighed and dragged a hand down his face when he realised what he was talking about.
“You mean back then… way back then…” a bitter laugh left his lips. He also knew he didn’t mean about the time he took Susan and ran… But the one BEFORE that, the first time, the one where he ran, and in Koschie’s opinion, never came back.
“I ran from my father.” He hoped that he wouldn’t ask him about it. “The second time, Susan contacted me and asked me to get her away from Gallifrey… I of course had not stolen a tardis the first time… that was the second time… i coudn’t find you the second time…”
He had wanted to take him, the first, he wasn’t in his right mind, that time he just needed to RUN.
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 