The Master (chaosincarnate) wrote in whoville, @ 2008-09-30 19:40:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | chaosincarnate, chippedspike |
Open
He hadn't actually gotten around to fiddling with his Doctor's TARDIS when he'd herded Jack out of the replica of Georgette's house. Though he considered the time well spent, regardless, talking to Jack and dragging out the whole story of the last few days bit by bit. The encounter with Ianto and the vampire, the rather long walk around the perimeter, the night with John when he'd hoped Jack was just at the party.
It was almost enough to tempt him into a very long walk himself, if Jack hadn't been watching him far more warily than he had in over a century. A wariness he didn't want to see, and he'd been embarassingly needy over wanting to know what it would take to get Jack to trust him again. And it really wasn't easy to offer to sleep elsewhere when all he wanted to do was wrap himself around Jack and not let go.
They'd slept curled up together, in the end, and in the morning, Jack had left after breakfast with a muttered comment about looking for his brother. He'd declined the Master's offer to help, which was particularly disturbing, but the Master had said he'd look anyway. Not that he'd seen the boy since leaving the little cafe he and Jack had eaten breakfast in.
Of course, that wasn't the only person he was looking for, but he'd rather find Gray than Ianto right now, because no matter how nice it would be to wring that irritating man's neck - and he'd better be glad the Master wouldn't remember this when he went home, or he'd find himself the subject of whatever new weapon the labs were trying to make work.
He scowled, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them still, not particularly looking where he was going.