The Master (themaster) wrote in whoville, @ 2009-01-18 11:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | oldmanmethos, themaster |
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"You've got something to work on!" the Doctor said, sounding rather desperate. "You've got you to work on! Us!"
The Master flicked his fingers impatiently, pacing restlessly up and down the carpet of the TARDIS library. "I need more than that. I've done weeks – months – of talking and theorizing and I need to put it into practice. I need to find a good problem to solve and do it on my own. I'll never know if I can until I try!" He reached a bank of bookshelves and turned sharply back towards the Doctor and said cuttingly, "And I need my own space. I can't stay here with you forever. It's frustrating both of us."
The Doctor was uncharacteristically silent, which probably meant he agreed, but just didn't want to admit it.
The Master nodded abruptly. "Right then. Find somewhere to land and just let me be by myself for a bit. I need to be by myself, Theta. I need to try!"
"All right, if you insist," the Doctor said miserably, setting co-ordinates. "But I really don't think it's the right decision."
"Well, it's my decision," the Master said. He knew he was being cruel to the Doctor but right now he didn't care. He needed to get out!
He felt the TARDIS materialise and crossed impatiently to the door. "I'll keep in touch," he said shortly, pushing the door open and glancing back. "I've got my mobile. I promise I'll call you if I need you."
And he walked out the door. He didn't even really care where the Doctor had landed. Just as long as it was out. He could feel pressure releasing just at the thought of not being cooped up with the TARDIS and with the Doctor.
He didn't, however, expect to end up in the lobby of a hotel. He glanced around, puzzled, and even more so when the TARDIS seemed to have disappeared behind him without making a sound.
Then memories started too flood back into his brain and his eyes widened. "Oh! Well, that makes a lot more sense!"