[Thread] Fear Her

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

Who: Rose (traveling_rose) and the Master (sinister_charm)
What: Rose vs the Master cos he went and broke Ten's rib and left her with a second battered Time Lord to care for, argh!
When: after this post (afternoon-ish, June 25)
Where: 1920 ---> 207 ---> outside ---> and all back again
Rating: R to be safe for now (hello violence and pissed off people)


The Master's replies to her entry only fueled her desire to at the very least beat on his face some and give HIM a broken rib to nurse. She had honestly and truly had enough. Couldn't their piss-offs be with just words for once? No, that'd be asking too much of the Master. And he wanted to be the better man. That just would never happen.

She looked down at the Tenth Doctor, now in a sort of fitful, pained sleep. The sight reminded her of when he had regenerated. It had taken her some time, and put him through more pain than she wanted to think about, just to get his torso wrapped up and him lying back in bed next to a still unconscious Ninth Doctor. She sighed. Good thing he had given her a key to the room. She now had to be Nurse Tyler to both her Doctors.

It was just all wrong, so very very wrong.

Rose took a deep breath and temporarily calmed the storm within her so she could concentrate on gently checking the Ninth Doctor's vitals. One crushed, the other beaten.

Definitely not her week.

Vitals check done she gently pulled a blanket over the two of them and stepped quietly away from the bed. If they knew what she was going to head off and do they'd do more than just blow their tops.

In her time at the castle she had figured out that it took requests whether spoken out loud or thought about. Perfect, considering she knew they wouldn't like hearing her requests.

A katana. The castle produced one that looked like a near exact replica of the one she had last held in her hands. Fine by her considering she was giving that fucking bastard a repeat performance and all.

A fully-loaded handgun small enough so she could conceal it well enough under her red hoodie. An extra round of bullets to be concealed in a pocket.

That left her with one thing - a failsafe in case things went downhill. She looked back to the sleeping Doctors, katana casually held in one hand with the tip resting on the floor. They couldn't save her this time if needed. She knew they would hate her plan. They had after all stopped her the first time she tried to do it.

She knew her final request to the castle would be carried out, as usual. One very large truck and a thick chain with a hook would be waiting outside the Doctor's TARDIS. Only this truck she specifically asked to be voice activated so she could rip open the console with no help. She knew the castle would provide a truck like that as it provided them everything - except what they originally lost and a way home.

That settled she headed toward the door and was about to leave before she stopped and looked back to the Doctors again. She leaned the katana against the wall and went over to them.

Hopefully she didn't die. They needed someone to take care of them. Hold their hands.

She leaned over and first kissed the Ninth Doctor on the forehead, and then the Tenth.

She didn't look back again as she went to the door, got the katana and stepped outside to lock the door with her key. At least they'd be safe for now.

Katana in hand she headed to the elevator. No sense in going down all those flights to the second floor.

He was waiting after all.

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[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

Indeed, he was waiting, and not in his TARDIS. He was truly, honestly in his room for once, sitting in the chair at his desk, journal open, head in his hands. He was still sporting a headache from the mental battle with the Tenth Doctor.

And now Rose was coming. But she was human - and he knew how to fight as well. I supposed he ought to arm himself, and he silently asked the castle for a sword. He had his TCE in his pocket, after all.

Now armed, it was a simple case of waiting for her to bust in the door.

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Rose stepped out of the elevator, grateful that for once no one had gotten in it to slow her descent, or question why she was carrying a sword in the first place.

Now was not the time for dealing with other castle residents aside from the one.

She approached the Master's room and stopped just off to the side of the door. Knocking seemed far too polite for this situation. Barging in could work but what if he had a gun?

She was just going to have to at least open the door and see what the situation was. It was just a risk she would have to take. She readied herself and reached for the door handle.

Unlocked! It was unlocked!

With that she threw the door open and stood in the doorway. He didn't deserve even a hello.

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When the door was thrown open, he stood and stepped away from the desk - and promptly pushed the chair in. He grinned widely at her. "Hello, Miss Rose."

So she really did come. He was moderately surprised, but infinitely pleased. It was so very good when someone did what they said they would. Perhaps he could get over that feeling of defeat of his by killing this sweet young lady. Punish the Doctor for not submitting.

"Tell me, do you wish for swordplay - or would you prefer I skip to the point and kill you now?"

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Rose just glared at him as he stood and actually pushed in his chair. What the hell?!

Part of the Tenth Doctor's pained words came back to her mind. The Master had pretended to be the Fifth Doctor. He had pretended and held a conversation with her. It must have been a lure to get the Doctor to trust him, lure him in.

And she actually saw red. How DARE he have done something like that when not too long ago they had cooperated to dig out the Ninth Doctor.

"Thought I told you that you would finally get your repeat performance." She raised the katana out in front of her, both hands gripping the handle tightly.

"Or have you changed your mind already?"

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He unsheathed his own sword and nodded to her. "Of course not. I was seeing if you had."

The Master did a small bow, a mockery of politeness and honour, and it amused him so. Yes, killing her would be a delight.

"Come now. Ladies first."

Already he was peering into future events, trying to predict and pinpoint the exact movements and actions she would choose - and thus give him the proper reaction to narrowly avoid them. Who cared if it was 'cheating'? Not him, certainly.

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Ladies first.

Seriously, what the hell?

Oh forget the pleasantries (absolutely disgusting coming from someone like him) and forget the chitchat too.

She reached into her mind and brought forth every single scrap of memory she had about fighting tactics, how to best use the katana in her hands and the gun hidden under her hoodie, just in case.

Mentally armed now she lunged forward at him for the first strike ... which he narrowly avoided.

Another strike ... and again?!

DAMMIT. At this rate she'd get fucking tired out and he'd easily end her life.

She struck at him again and when he narrowly avoided it she kicked out with one foot, aiming at his ribcage.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

With each blow he parried and dodged, he mentally chuckled and physically sneered. Silly humans. Even if he hadn't been peering into the future, he had some 700 years of experiance to draw upon to save him.

"Did I ever tell you," he said idly, as she kicked at him, and he deftly caught her foot, "that I was once the best swordsman in all of France?"

With that said, he brought the tip of his sword to Rose's neck.

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The sneering just kept Rose going ... or more like trying.

That is until he caught her foot and brought the sword tip to her neck. DAMMIT ... really DAMMIT!!

Rose Tyler, the Ninth and Tenth Doctor's companion, was going to die at the end of a sword after having dealt with so much, even Daleks. Although ... all she really needed was some time. Time to move back, time to get to the staircase, and outside. To the TARDIS. His stupid comment, and actions obviously proved she'd get nowhere. It was time to make a break somehow for her failsafe.

She lowered her sword to look like she was giving up, but really she needed to free a hand.

"No, you failed to mention that."

She quickly reached to pull out the concealed handgun and shot at the hand he was holding the sword with, used that as a much needed distraction to free her foot and make a break for the door. She needed to move, and FAST.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

His sword clattered to the floor when his hand was shot. She hit it just right too, wasn't simply grazed - but actually got it right through an entire section of his hand!

He screamed in pain, and grasped at his now bleeding and agonizing hand. He winced, then realized she was running. No, she wouldn't get away from him. Not after that lucky shot.

She was already out of sight when he dashed into the hall - but he'd catch her. She'd run out of breath before he would.

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

If there was one thing about being the Doctor's companion it was that she was well-trained in the fine art of "running for your life." That and the variations of jumping, sliding, and even hopping to name a few.

Right now though she was absolutely sprinting as fast as she could. Thankfully she had just needed to get down one floor and the main castle doors were just a large entryway away.

She didn't care if anyone looked at her for bolting across to the doors with a gun in one hand and a katana in the other. Said katana was discarded near the doors as she needed a free hand to open it and start her run to the TARDIS.

The gun would serve her better for now.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

He chased after her. He spotted her seconds before she exited the stairwell, and the sight pushed him faster. Get her - catch her - make her pay.

The Master grabbed the rail, but his hand was already slick with blood - and it made for a more difficult time.

He burst out of the stairwell and into the main hall.

Rose.

She was heading for the doors. He would catch her.

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

Being out of the castle finally gave her a boost and she kept running as fast as she could. One side was unfortunately starting to feel like it'd get a stitch in it. Bad. Very bad.

Though she had a gun, nearly fully loaded, and all she needed to do now was get to the TARDIS.

As she ran she dug out her TARDIS key so she could quickly unlock the door and get that chain hook on the console.

This time no one was going to stop her. Not the Doctors, not some person passing by, and definitely not the Master.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

His own blood was splattering his clothes now. Some had managed to get on his face. The wound ached and throbbed, but he pushed the pain out of his mind. He had an objective.

She was already a good deal in the distance when he got outside but it meant nothing to him except a bit more of a challenge.

He ran full speed. In the distance, he could see the TARDIS ahead of her. Oh, of course! Run and hide in the TARDIS; how typical.

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

There it was just in front of her. The TARDIS. And just in front of it as ordered the truck and chain, all coiled up with the large chain hook already close to the TARDIS. It was almost as if the castle remembered her previous truck and chain request and what she tried to do with it.

"Truck start up!" she yelled at it, hoping like mad it would. Fortunately it did and she would have cheered or thanked the castle if it weren't for the fact that she needed to move and NOW.

She grabbed the chain hook, unlocked the TARDIS and yelled one more command to the truck before bolting up the ramp to get said chain hook on the console.

"Floor it when I say to and don't even stop until the chain loses tension!"

Up the ramp to the console and she had it. No turning back now. She stood before it and yelled her last command to the truck.

"FLOOR IT NOOOOOOW!"

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He narrowed his eyes at the truck. No, she wasn't hiding, but... what?

The Master picked up the pace. He was starting to get a very dark feeling - an unclear premonition - and those were always bad.

Not far now, no. He could see inside the TARDIS. A... what was she doing? A chain to the...

No. Couldn't be.

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She could hear the truck struggling, straining against the console. So very familiar really.

And suddenly the console was open. It had worked. All her focus was now on the light within it, on getting it to help her once again.

She vaguely registered that the chain went clattering down the ramp and outside, and true to command the truck stopped.

Even if it hadn't stopped it wouldn't matter. Not now. Only looking into the TARDIS mattered.

The TARDIS doors slammed shut as the Time Vortex began to flow into her.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

He came to a stop outside the doors of the TARDIS. Every atom in him screamed at him that something terrible was about to happen. He knew it was going to happen. Already his mind tried to run over scenarios, but they all became blurred, warped, and twisted. He couldn't see - and he should've been able to.

No; this was... she couldn't... it was the only explination. Somehow the Time Vortex was being brought into play. He didn't know how, but he was certain.

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She stood absolutely still, the gun that had somehow still been in her grasp in case the Master tried to stop her fell to the floor. It wasn't needed now. The last of the Time Vortex flowed into her.

She was the Bad Wolf.

The Master was outside the TARDIS. In a blaze of light she disappeared from beside the console and reappeared just before the TARDIS doors.

Said doors flew open and light poured out. She stood in the middle of it like some ethereal being in a red hoodie, hair softly blowing in a breeze that seemingly came from nowhere.

The Bad Wolf looked at the Master. And she saw what he had done to the Doctor earlier.