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

[rude_not_ginger]

Follows this.

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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[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."

[best_served_hot]

"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.

[best_served_hot]

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."