fifteen;

[interferes.livejournal.com]

[a long pause, then quietly]

If you are going to confront him, you are not doing it alone.

Comments

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[no response at first.]

[interferes.livejournal.com]

Doctor.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

I can handle this.

[interferes.livejournal.com]

You do remember what happened last time, yes?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[... another silence]

Yes.

[interferes.livejournal.com]

I will not let it happen again.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[just some clicking sounds for a moment]

My TARDIS or yours?

[interferes.livejournal.com]

Mine would be best, I think. No companions and all.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[a pause and an idle sniff]

Right, then! [and the handbrake going as he aims to materialize next to Eight's TARDIS]

[interferes.livejournal.com]

[and Eight will be waiting in his own TARDIS, leaning against the console with an inscrutable expression.]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[in a couple of moments, Ten enters, looking determined]

[interferes.livejournal.com]

[he rests his hands on the controls, looking up as Ten enters] Ready?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[and he nods] As I can be. Let's go, then.

[interferes.livejournal.com]

All right. [with a few flicks of a switch, the TARDIS dematerializes, before rematerializing in the Master's room.]


[ooc; Do you just want to have Megan jump in?]

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

[the Master is sitting at his desk, holding down a bunch of loose papers with diagrams drawn all over them - Ten will recognise the plans for a Toclafane - and notes scribbled in Gallifreyan] You know, there's this thing called walking. It's much less ostentatious than taking a TARDIS everywhere.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[Ten's at the door in moments, checking to make sure Eight's behind him. He doesn't say anything.]

[interferes.livejournal.com]

[Eight follows him with a deceptively pleasant expression.] Master.

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

[doesn't look up from his plans] Two of you? Why didn't you just bring the whole lot along?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Oh, now, that'd just be a waste of manpower.

[interferes.livejournal.com]

The two of us is enough, I think -- no real need to involve the others.

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, if you're sure. [lalala writing a few more notes]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[a sidelong glance for Eight]

[interferes.livejournal.com]

[meets Ten's glance, then strolls over to look at the Master's notes.]

You killed three people, you know.

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

Only three? Pity.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[he wanders over, too, hoping to get a glimpse of these notes, because if his suspicions are correct -- and they are. his eyes narrow.]

... Do you honestly think we'll let you get away with that again, here? [indicating plans, of course]