The Doctor stumbled backwards, reaching for something, anything to wash the taste of the Master from his mouth. He could grab alcohol, but that might be too obvious. The Time Lord pheremones, they would be obvious to the Valeyard. No other way. He grabbed the scalpel off of the table and stuck out his own tongue. He sliced across the top of his tongue, trying desperately not to cry out as he did so. The taste of blood filled his mouth, completely overwhelming the taste.
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Date: 2011-12-21 10:21 pm (UTC)Safe. The Master was safe, for now.
He collapsed onto the floor.