Who: The Doctor and The Master What: Meeting for the second time Where: Recreational room When: Near evening Rating: To be announced.
He was going insane.
Running his hand against unruly hair; pacing this god forsaken room. Anxious and furious with a bit of desperation mixed in against it all. How was this even possible. Thoughts again cropping up a thousand at once. How--how, the last of the Time Lords. The very last---how was it he was here, here really and yet not here with him right now. So like a child and wanting this right now. While still, oh still that part of him, ecstatic with joy and beaming clarity the Doctor, the Doctor was actually genuinely here after all this time--all this talk about his nonexistance, about his being a lie. Hah, right.
He might be damn well insane--but he knew what was real! Always, he'd known, always, always; always that they'd meet like this. Once again.
It just hadn't been like this in his mind. In his mind he would force the other to take him back home. Break him, toy with him; rip away all those childish little fantasies he was so certain the other held. The beliefs, the pathetic attachments--he had not seen the Doctor in years and yet still; still oh still how he felt in the words on notes tacked on that board and even in his mind the man to be the same in that regard.....
He didn't do well sitting still in this room. Still jumpy, still filled with that energy--angry and hopeful and scared and furious; looming thoughts of the other's appearance ever growing against his own sanity. His own ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing beats over and over and over...growing with each grainingly, horribly loud "beat", a vibrating tone of four, four, four...
The man scrubbed his hands over his face; teeth grit, wearing nothing but some old clothes provided by the hospital. White and ragged looking; only further suiting just how deranged the Master seemed right then--hair a mess while fumbling his hands over each other just to gain some semblance of peace from all just around him.