Doctor Who - The Master's Master Game

The Master's Master Game


They were all gathered in the Master's newly recovered TARDIS. He'd hidden it at the end of the universe and with the help of a stolen Vortex Manipulator, the Master bounced off to retrieve his beloved TARDIS. Now he decided to celebrate by implementing another scheme to screw with the Doctor.

"Ah, good to see my old faces again," the Master with the silver hair says to his other incarnations. The rest of them nod back to him and mutter small greetings. "And my new one?" He looks at the smiling blonde Master.

"Explain why we are here," the Master with the gray goatee asks the blonde one.

"To play a little game with the Doctor, of course." The blonde one smiles evilly.

"You would risk a massive paradox just to play another game on the Doctor?" asks the one with the black goatee.

"Of course we would," the one with the slicked back hair and the American accent says. They hear a grunt of agreement from the one under the black hood, the smelly corpse one.

"Very well," Gray Goatee says. "Which Doctor are we playing with? Or were we going to pull all of his incarnations out of time?"

"No," Blondie says. "Just one."

"Which one?" Silver Hair asks.

"I say we go with mine," Gray Goatee says. "The Doctor in his third incarnation is rather amusing."

"No, let's go with sixth," Black Goatee says. "He's so much fun to play with. His clothing is just perfect to poke fun at and he gets so mad when you rip it."

"They all get mad when you rip their clothes," Blondie added.

"I want to choke his fourth with that damn scarf," the Corpse grits out.

"Mine has lovely curls that I would love to rip out," the American said, grinning. Silver Hair just sighs.

"I think we'll go with mine," Blondie says. "So as not to wreak too much havoc on the timelines. Besides, I know you'll all like this one, his tenth incarnation."

"Oh, and why do you say that?" Gray Goatee asks. "He can't be much different from the others."

"Oh, but he is," Blondie answers with a manic grin. "Let's just say that something happens to make his personality a little darker, no matter what incarnation comes after."

"The Doctor is never dark," sighs the American.

"Like I said, something happened to make him hate himself beyond anything we could imagine. He's also quite adorable, if slightly mad," Blondie says, smirking. "And so fetching and spine chillingly sexy when he's angry. It's also quite gratifying to make him cry."

"A spine chilling Doctor with a dark personality, who cries and is also adorable?" Gray Goatee raises his eyebrows, sceptically. Blondie smirked.

"Now that I simply must see," Black Goatee chimed in.

"Good. Now that's settled." The blonde Master rubbed his palms together and went to the center console of his TARDIS, it looked a bit like the Doctor's Console Room, just different colors. "Let's get him over here," he muttered. "Give him a good injury right away, make him less likely to get away before the fun. And you lot can see that adorable quivering lower lip." The Blonde Master pouted his own lower lip for emphasis. He punched in a few numbers, his fingers racing across the keys. "Oh, I can't wait to see his face when he sees all of me here."

"What kind of injury?" Gray Goatee asked.

"A few broken bones, hopefully. Nothing serious."

"And how are you going to deal the injury?"

"Like this," was all Blondie said and hit a button.

The teleport device worked just as it had for all of the other Masters' arrivals, but for one difference. The Doctor flashed into the Master's TARDIS Console Room, thirty feet in the air. He fell with a surprised shout and landed on his back with a loud clang on the metal floor, in his blue suit and his long brown coat. The impact making him cry out in pain.

"Oh," Gray Goatee said. "Good one." He nodded in approval, stroking his goatee. Blondie smirked and chuckled.

Reeling from the impact, the Doctor rolled a little side to side, one hand on his low back. He breathed heavily through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed tight. He couldn't see or even care where he was at the moment, he was in too much pain. He mentally assessed his injuries to find a couple broken ribs, deep bruising and several cracked vertebrae, as well as a very large, angry and possibly bleeding lump on his head.

He opened his eyes slowly, wincing at the light. He saw the people gathered around him, then he saw who the people were, then he realized that they were all there at one time. He then noticed that he was there himself, and he was alone. Just one Doctor but six Masters, how is that fair? He gawked at the assembled Masters, open mouthed and speechless, for once.

"Hello, Doctor!" Blondie squatted and patted the Doctor's cheek a couple times.

"Master," the Doctor muttered. The Doctor saw the ripple of pleasure that went through all of them when he said their name, even the Corpse. "What have you done? Why have you done this?" He tried to sit up but Blondie stood and stopped him with a boot on his sternum. It was uncomfortable to the Doctor's broken ribs, the Master pressed down with his foot making the Doctor wince.

The Masters all drunk in the sight of the Doctor's lower lip, quivering from the pain. It really was adorable.

"We just want to play a game with you, Doctor," Blondie said, smirking evilly. "Maybe a few games." He licked his lips.

"Oh, please!" the Doctor snorted. "Don't you have anything new to try for a change. I'm getting sick of the games, Master. Really! If you're going to kill me, kill me. So I can regenerate and get on with my life. If you're going torture me, then do so. If you're going to turn me into a wrinkley old man, or a hobbit, then get it over with."

"A hobbit?" Gray Goatee mumbled.

"You spoil all my fun, Doctor." Blondie smiled. He stepped over the Doctor and sat all of his weight on the Doctor's bruised body. The Doctor groaned at the pain. "The games leading up to the torture and death and regeneration are the best part." He tweaked the Doctor's cheek with his thumb and forefinger.

"Please don't do this," the Doctor asked, looking the blonde Master in the eye.

"Oh, and the broken record starts again!" Blondie smirked. "We are gonna have so much fun tonight Doctor!" He snapped his fingers and music started to play, Get The Party Started by Pink. A look of terror overtook the Doctor's sharp features, the blonde Master cackled when he saw it and stood, pulling the Doctor to his feet by his lapels. The Doctor winced and sucked in a breath through his teeth when he felt the pain shoot through his body, his broken ribs having moved from the shift in weight.

The Corpse Master and the Master with the black goatee grabbed the Doctor's arms and dragged him through the door leading to the depths of the Master's TARDIS. All of the Masters were smirking, following down the corridors.

The Doctor could do nothing but be dragged to Rassilon only knows what fate the Master had in store for him.

END