Fic: Doing It Both Ways
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rareslashTitle: Doing It Both Ways 1/?
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jadedgothchild
candesgirl
Pairing: John Simm/David Tennant; Master/Tenth Doctor
Rating: PG 13 now, will be NC 17 in later chapters
Summary: AU John and David film the new story, and live it a little. The Doctor and the Master live it a lot, and only film it acidentally.
Disclaimer: Just having some fun with the boys, we don't own the characters and we don't know the actors. This has both slash fic and RPS fic in it, if you don't like that sort of thing, this isn't for you!!
Enjoy!!
The shot comes out of nowhere, the Master falling to his knees, grasps his shoulder in obvious pain. All eyes turn to his assailant, his long suffering wife, outwardly stunning in her red dress and coiffed hair, eyes dull and lifeless as her arm falls to the side, dropping the gun to the floor. The room stands still for a moment, save for the Doctor who rushes to his side in an instant, fear and sadness threatening to clutch around his own two hearts as he gathers the Master in his arms to see his emotions mirrored back at him.
"Always the women." The Master manages to choke out.
"I didn't see her." The Doctor replies as he ventures a backwards glance to where Jack stands with a subdued Lucy.
"Me dying in your arms, it's all very romantic, isn't it, Doctor?" The Master teases him, even in this state.
"You're not dying; don't be silly, it's just a bullet, regenerate if the pain is too much," The Doctor tells him.
"And lose this pretty face? Doctor," the Master says, wincing through the pain, "neither of us wants that." The Master jokes even as he is slipping away, grasping at the Doctor, holding on to the surprising warmth he finds there, for the first time in his life unafraid of the impending darkness, the sound of drums faint in his ears.
**
"Are you sure about this Doctor?" Jack asks.
"I'm sure." The Doctor replies with a slight nod as both men turn to the man lying before them, strapped to a bed in the hospital bay.
"He can't be trusted." Jack tells him.
"I know. That's why he'll be my responsibility, for now anyway. Until he's better." The Doctor is speaking to Jack, but looking at the injured man.
"And then?" Jack crosses his arms, defiance written in his stance.
"Well…I guess we'll see." The Doctor says, and Jack swears he can hear the hint of a grin.
"Where will you go?" Jack asks; sadness in his voice.
"Far enough away, Jack; far away from it all, from you, Martha, Earth…this." The Doctor gestures with his eyes to the halls outside the medical bay of the Valiant. "He needs to heal. And I need...well; I need a break then, don't I?"
**
The scripts had been changed at the last minute, David suspects just so that the spoilers from the disaster script got the fans all riled up and the reality was something different. He'd been working on caring enough to cry all week, and then he gets a new script and suddenly sees he would be spending a hell of a lot more time with John.
John was overjoyed when he got the script and the news. Not just because it meant work for the next few months, although that was he reason he gave himself. Maybe it was just the campy nature of the show, but spending all that time dripping in subtext had lead to some interesting contemplation on the nature of his affection for Mr. Tennant. Just a little crush, hardly worth mentioning, except that they were heading towards a little bit more than subtext in the next arc, from all appearances.
They film it the very next day. Rehearsal is brief, not much has really changed, just a few intonations, a few glances. The hardest part is staying still when David straps him into what is supposed to be the medical bed in the TARDIS. Two straps, one over his hips, one over his chest, and he has to open his eyes and look at David, has to see if he senses the same thing. Their glances meet and he quirks an eyebrow, David waggles his back, and then they're laughing like children, John squirming like a fish on the table he's tied to, just making David laugh harder. For a moment though, before the laughter, there had been something, maybe. It was impossible to be certain.
For his part David had wondered the same thing, torn between the rational explanation and his gut instinct that maybe there was more than just the will of writers behind all the subtext in their scenes together. He was sure they could have played it a lot straighter, it probably should have seemed like the easier choice, to butch it up a little; rein the meaningful looks and knowing smirks. Somehow it really wasn't. Even when he tried, all he succeeded in doing was deepening his voice a little and looking away whenever John looked at him.
John was overjoyed when he got the script and the news. Not just because it meant work for the next few months, although that was he reason he gave himself. Maybe it was just the campy nature of the show, but spending all that time dripping in subtext had lead to some interesting contemplation on the nature of his affection for Mr. Tennant. Just a little crush, hardly worth mentioning, except that they were heading towards a little bit more than subtext in the next arc, from all appearances.
They film it the very next day. Rehearsal is brief, not much has really changed, just a few intonations, a few glances. The hardest part is staying still when David straps him into what is supposed to be the medical bed in the TARDIS. Two straps, one over his hips, one over his chest, and he has to open his eyes and look at David, has to see if he senses the same thing. Their glances meet and he quirks an eyebrow, David waggles his back, and then they're laughing like children, John squirming like a fish on the table he's tied to, just making David laugh harder. For a moment though, before the laughter, there had been something, maybe. It was impossible to be certain.
For his part David had wondered the same thing, torn between the rational explanation and his gut instinct that maybe there was more than just the will of writers behind all the subtext in their scenes together. He was sure they could have played it a lot straighter, it probably should have seemed like the easier choice, to butch it up a little; rein the meaningful looks and knowing smirks. Somehow it really wasn't. Even when he tried, all he succeeded in doing was deepening his voice a little and looking away whenever John looked at him.
**
The Master wakes, groggy and slow, opening up his mind well before he opens his eyes, sensing everything around him, remembering the events of the last few…has it been days? He remembers a struggle, Lucy with the gun, a pair of scrawny arms holding him, and then; nothing. He tries to sit quickly up, a wave of intensity shooting through his body as he does so, forcing him back down.
Pain. That’s good, preferable in fact.
He inches back up again, breathing against the pain, relishing the way it reverberates through him. His eyes are open now, and though he has never been this deep in the heart of her before, he knows without a doubt that he is in the Tardis. He can feel her, knows her in an almost intimate way. It is that same part of him that knows the Doctor is near, here on his ship of course, but not here solely because of her, as is sometimes the case. No, the Doctor is here for the sake of the Master.
Well, let the games begin then.
**
As suspected, the Master's next plan involved seducing the Doctor. A little bit of a plot leap perhaps, on some levels, but even in the old shows the Doctor/Master relationship had been full of undertones. Just a sign of the times that they were exploring it instead of just leaving it hinted at. David and John were sitting around, ostensibly running lines, but really just messing around and talking crap.
"So I was on the internet the other day," David says conspiratorially, "Checking what the fans were saying. There was some... Vivid speculation. They've got someone working upstairs, carrying out their dirty plots!"
John laughs, "What do they plan to do to us? Oh Davey I'm scared..." He flutters his eyelashes and looks around, "Do you think they're here now?"
"It's okay, I'll protect you. We'll get out of this. But I'm not going to lie. Johnny... There may be some kissing. If it gets bad, there might even be some sex," David's voice is calm and authorative, except for the underlying current of humour as he pats John's shoulder and offers him a reassuring smile.
"But... But..." John shivers and hugs himself, looking up at David with scared eyes.
"I know you're saving yourself. It probably won't come to that, chin up," David tells him, losing it and bursting into giggles as John glares, which sets John off too, and they're still laughing when John wanders past, and stops to look at them.
"The fans have invaded," David told him, trying to be serious, "And John's scared for his virtue."
"You are," John says petulantly, rolling his eyes.
The other John looks at them fighting for a moment, then smirks and wanders off. If they'd noticed it, the look in his eye might have made them a little nervous. John's thinking face was to be feared.
"Do you really think they'll go so far as some kind of sex scene? I thought we were just in for a few kisses and some mooning," David asks when they've settled from their bout of silliness.
"God... They might. You've seen what they do on Torchwood..." John replies, not as scared as he should be, but trying not to notice because then he'd have to consider why, and then he'd have to admit to feelings that were best left unexplored in case he wanted it too much.
"They haven't even started yet. John was telling me about this scene... Naked in the hot house and from all reports, Gareth's hand was exactly where it looked like it was," David said, pausing to consider the picture the words made. Without warning it shifted until it was he and John naked in the console room of the TARDIS, and John's hand... He blinked and pulled himself back, offering John a small smile. "Just wait and see, I guess."
John nodded and picked up his script again, "Want to give it another go?"
"So I was on the internet the other day," David says conspiratorially, "Checking what the fans were saying. There was some... Vivid speculation. They've got someone working upstairs, carrying out their dirty plots!"
John laughs, "What do they plan to do to us? Oh Davey I'm scared..." He flutters his eyelashes and looks around, "Do you think they're here now?"
"It's okay, I'll protect you. We'll get out of this. But I'm not going to lie. Johnny... There may be some kissing. If it gets bad, there might even be some sex," David's voice is calm and authorative, except for the underlying current of humour as he pats John's shoulder and offers him a reassuring smile.
"But... But..." John shivers and hugs himself, looking up at David with scared eyes.
"I know you're saving yourself. It probably won't come to that, chin up," David tells him, losing it and bursting into giggles as John glares, which sets John off too, and they're still laughing when John wanders past, and stops to look at them.
"The fans have invaded," David told him, trying to be serious, "And John's scared for his virtue."
"You are," John says petulantly, rolling his eyes.
The other John looks at them fighting for a moment, then smirks and wanders off. If they'd noticed it, the look in his eye might have made them a little nervous. John's thinking face was to be feared.
"Do you really think they'll go so far as some kind of sex scene? I thought we were just in for a few kisses and some mooning," David asks when they've settled from their bout of silliness.
"God... They might. You've seen what they do on Torchwood..." John replies, not as scared as he should be, but trying not to notice because then he'd have to consider why, and then he'd have to admit to feelings that were best left unexplored in case he wanted it too much.
"They haven't even started yet. John was telling me about this scene... Naked in the hot house and from all reports, Gareth's hand was exactly where it looked like it was," David said, pausing to consider the picture the words made. Without warning it shifted until it was he and John naked in the console room of the TARDIS, and John's hand... He blinked and pulled himself back, offering John a small smile. "Just wait and see, I guess."
John nodded and picked up his script again, "Want to give it another go?"
**
Only a matter of time now.
This is what the Doctor thinks when he senses that the Master is finally awake. He feels the crackling energy of the Master’s wakeful mind right away. It soothes and excites him at once, to know that they are here together, stuck on this planet for as long as the Doctor wants them to be, for as long as it will take.
He thinks back on the conversation he’d had with Jack and Martha right before setting the coordinates to this distant place; thinks back to the looks on his former companion’s faces as he told them his plan. Martha had looked stricken, pained even, and Jack looked wearier than he had seen even during the year that never was. They said it was crazy, even for him and while a small part of him agreed, he knew it had to be done. And so he did it. He left with no one but himself and the Master on board, no one but himself knowing the coordinates of the distant, secret planet. He had found it long ago by sheer accident, stumbled upon its Gallifreyan beauty when the Tardis smacked, quite literally, into her. She was uncharted, untouched and gorgeous, a nubile virgin waiting to be caressed and longed for. He left her quickly that first time, covering his tracks as best he could and using every source he could to keep her out there circling who knows what sun or moon, untouched and waiting for his return.
And now he was here, with the one person he knew might be able to share in her unique beauty, in the one place where his current companion might not slip through his fingers. If there was a place to break the Master, this was it.
But will I break first?
