for best_served_hot | I wake up first, and I stare at you sleeping

[rude_not_ginger]

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The lift seemed smaller now. Maybe it was the knowledge how little time was left. Maybe it was the attitude that had changed between them since they first rode up to the room with the stars.

Maybe it was the weight of all of the things they weren't saying. Sometimes that weight would suffocate the Doctor when he was awake and alone.

The scrambling device was on again, keeping the cameras in the lift blind as to their actions. The immature side of the Doctor wanted to make a face at the cameras, simply because the Valeyard couldn't see. He didn't, of course. He just stood there, waiting.

"What will you tell him?" he asked.

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"Are you sure about that?" He asked it with a smile, a dark glimmer in his eyes.

"You don't know all that I've been up to while you've been sleeping. I don't immediately skip over here. Did today, but that was only to share the news that we no longer had to hide our intentions from you."

[rude_not_ginger]

"Whatever the two of you are up to, I don't care," he said. "I'll kill him, and I'll kill him in front of you. Then, I'll work out what to do with you."

With that, he started immediately for the door.

"And you won't get to see him until he's dead. Cut off like a tumor."

[best_served_hot]

"I'm sure you'll do all you feel is necessary, but don't expect it to be easy."

He wouldn't let the fear at the threat show. His face and eyes remained stoic and cold. He followed, but not too close, behind him. His hand delved back into his pocket, closing around a high dose of sedative, like what had been used on him earlier. He'd only use it as a last resort.

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"How easy could it be?" he demanded, spinning about and walking backwards, totally confident in his knowledge of the ship.

"Wendy stitched Peter Pan's shadow back on. I'll just snip the thread."

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"If it were that easy you would have done it already."

[rude_not_ginger]

"Of course it's that easy," he said. "I simply haven't had the time."

Or the knowledge. Now that he knew that the Doctor was awake, he could silence him. He stopped in his walk and took a fluid step towards the Master.

"Or are you only saying that because he couldn't do it? He's the tumor. I'm the patient. The tumor takes a long time to kill the victim. All I need is a scalpel."

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The Master stepped forward, watching him.

"You don't work that way. He was here long before you were. You're just an unfortunate idea given form. His form."

His hand was still securely around the sedative in his pocket. He thought perhaps he should use it now and take what time he could to set up more precautions.

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"Oh, is that what you think?" he said, leaning in and then leaning out. He let out a laugh. "Funny, Master. Very funny. But no. No, it isn't that clean-cut. You don't just get him back."

[best_served_hot]

"You're not going to win, no matter what you may think at this juncture. I'll stop you."

[rude_not_ginger]

He tilted his head to the side and smirked.

"Very amusing that you think that, Master. But you're so wrong. I can't possibly lose at this juncture or any other. I've already won."

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"Have you? Well, I suppose I'll have to make things just a tiny bit more difficult for you."

With that, his hand slips out of his pocket, and in a flash of movement he moves to stab the syringe into the side of his arm.

"I have some things I'd like to do."

[rude_not_ginger]

He caught the hand that was moving towards him and gripped it by the wrist.

"Been a bit lightfingered with the infirmary equipment have we?" he said, gripping just a little tighter. He focused his mind and pushed the intoxication out of his system. He had to focus on this, he had to stop him. He wasn't about to have the Master knock everything down and ruin everything they'd worked for.

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The Master only grinned and lashed out with a vicious hit to his previously injured hand. He had been drinking himself, and the Doctor had not been trying to keep to a moderate amount, or keep himself from feeling any ill effects.

"Oh, just a little bit. I needed a few things to make my visit a bit more tolerable. Anesthetic. Nanogenes. Sedatives. It does make for a very fun night in."