"No Reaction" (Master/Lucy) PG-13
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starsthatshineTitle: No Reaction
Pairing: Master/Lucy
Rating: Either PG-13 or light R. Not sure which
Spoilers: The Last of the Time Lords. Set post-The Sound of Drums but pre-The Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: Without her, he's truly lost. He just wants her to smile again.
Warnings: abuse, swearing.
Notes: My attempt to make the Saxon situation make sense.
The Master had thought it to be a good idea. To show her the end of the universe. The only place he could go, thanks to the idiotic Doctor. To show her the stars, as he'd promised. He'd almost been childishly excited, knowing that Lucy would love every second of it. He knew it; he could feel it inside him as certainly as he could hear the drums in his head.
He'd taken her arm and walked inside the TARDIS with her and showed her it all. He'd showed her his army and he'd showed her what they would stop. They would make the humans live a little bit longer, a little bit improved. Humans and Time Lords together.
At first, Lucy had been everything he'd expected and more. She'd loved it all, but as time grew on, she grew damaged. Her facial expression changed to something empty, hollow. He could feel her grip of his arm loosen, and at last he had to force the admiration out of her. All she did was stare, stare at the destruction when he'd thought she'd be pleased. Proud.
"What do you think Lucy?"
Lucy doesn’t reply and some new emotions began to grow inside the Master, feeling something entirely new. Desperation.
He tries his best to make her speak, but she just stands there.
He takes her back, a little bit disappointed.
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When they come back, The Master does everything he can, certain that she'll be back to normal. But the return only seems to make her worse. She walks around like an empty shell of the strong and beautiful woman she'd been, the only one in the universe who understood him so perfectly.
When he touches her, she goes limb. When he holds her, she feels cold. He doesn't understand and he tries everything. But the life never seems to come back.
So he goes other places. To force the reaction, to make her feel something, to make her react. To make her something resembling what she was. He flirts with everyone. Every girl he could find, but she doesn't react. She doesn't even smile like she used to.
She's supposed to know that she's the only girl for him and no one was in her league. This was supposed to amuse her. But she doesn't react. It's like she doesn't even care.
One night, she wears her stunning, red dress that he'd bought for her. He likes how elegant and delicious and totally his she looks in it. He's flaunting his jewel for all the passengers to see. She looks like something deluxe. Something so expensive and rare, like he's caught the most wonderful and beautiful diamond in the world.
The Master leans his head against his hand, his position in a contemplating pose. His eyes travel over her and he feels that she has to be the most gorgeous sight ever seen in the skies. Until he lets his eyes rest on hers. Dead. Hollow.
She's still so unbelievably gorgeous, but she's nothing without her eyes. She doesn't even compare to the woman that had been beaming next to him on their wedding day. After the election. She's still his and he loves her, but he would love her even more if she'd just smile.
Just one tiny little smile and he'd never ask for anything ever again. He'd be content.
Actually, that was a lie. He wants her to smile all the time. He likes her when she smiles.
He sighs deeply, trying to understand what he did wrong. She used to smile so much. "Why don't you ever smile any more?" he doesn't even try to hide his boredom and aggravation.
Lucy flinches as he speaks, as if she's not used to it and it seems like she's a terrified deer for a moment. The Master hates it. He hates every second of it. He's supposed to be feared, but not by her. Anyone but her.
She doesn't reply. She never speaks these days. Never.
The realisation of that makes something inside the Master's hearts hurt so much that he thinks he's about to explode. He rushes up from the chair and starts pacing around the room. He's glad there's no-one with them.
"Can't you smile? Not one little smile? Not even try?" Lucy doesn't move. "I thought I gave you want you wanted. Can't you even try to smile, a little? I gave you the stars! You wanted this; you wanted this with me... Lucy... Darling..."
He approaches her and tries to be gentle, to be caring and sweet like he used to. He has to try something because her coldness is worse than dying. He feels like he's trapped in some hell that was supposed to be his heaven. His dominion.
He hugs her but as always, she's cold in his arms.
Something snaps inside the Master's head. He pushes her away roughly, as hard as he can against the wall. She hits it with a bang and he's sure it had to hurt but her face displays nothing. Not a single muscle moves as the statue-like face she's created for herself never falters.
"Don't you feel anything?!" He roars and approaches her like a predator that's found his prey, "Don't you ever react?!"
He pushes her against the wall, pressing all of his body weight against her as he grabs her wrists and forces them over her head, his fingers tightly wrapped around her thin, fragile, wrists. He breathes against her ear and places hard kisses along her neck and shoulder. He glances up at Lucy, her face still as cold as porcelain.
She used to love this. She used to love it when he touched her. She used to love him.
Without him realising it, his grip becomes even harder and he pushes her against the wall once more. She almost bounces back into his arms as she hits it. Her face was still empty. Her body is limb under his touch.
"You ungrateful whore!" he calls her without actually meaning it but he feels the anger, the insanity, force itself to the surface stronger than it ever had been before. He calls her the most horrid things he could ever imagine, to see if she'd react. His hearts hurts but he can't feel it anymore because it's been hurting constantly ever since she shut him out.
He just wants her to let him in again. To smile once more. To be the Lucy he loved and adored so much. The only woman he ever truly appreciated.
"You don't feel anything, do you?!" He yells again and places a hard kiss on her lips, rough, cruel and anything but kind, that usually made her head spin with desire. His hand travels roughly over her inner-thigh and under her dress. Her skin is warm but she feels so very cold. He wants to make her feel.
She'd turned into a shell and he wants his Lucy back. Without her, the drums become louder and he feels truly lost. She always guided him in the right direction, told him whom to speak to and what to say, but now she isn't there anymore. She's gone somewhere and he doesn't know how to get her back.
He's lost and he doesn't want to be.
"Then you won't feel this!"
Before he knows what he's doing, his hand is curled up into a fist. When it collides with her cheek it almost feels like something cracks. If it's her cheek, his hearts or something else, The Master doesn't know.
Lucy's hand flies to her cheek, like a puppet whose strings have just been pulled. There isn't a reaction, only Lucy's empty expression as her fingers gently touches the area where she'd been hit.
He had hurt her and he hates himself for it. He'd made her broken somehow. He doesn't know if she's hurt, if she still loves him or if she's even there any more. He barely remembers her voice. All he can hear is the drums, the drums that fill the empty void inside him that never seems to heal.
The following morning, there's a bruise on Lucy's cheek, just below her eye and The Master hates her almost as much as he hates himself.
FIN.
Love? Hate? Thoughts?
Pairing: Master/Lucy
Rating: Either PG-13 or light R. Not sure which
Spoilers: The Last of the Time Lords. Set post-The Sound of Drums but pre-The Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: Without her, he's truly lost. He just wants her to smile again.
Warnings: abuse, swearing.
Notes: My attempt to make the Saxon situation make sense.
The Master had thought it to be a good idea. To show her the end of the universe. The only place he could go, thanks to the idiotic Doctor. To show her the stars, as he'd promised. He'd almost been childishly excited, knowing that Lucy would love every second of it. He knew it; he could feel it inside him as certainly as he could hear the drums in his head.
He'd taken her arm and walked inside the TARDIS with her and showed her it all. He'd showed her his army and he'd showed her what they would stop. They would make the humans live a little bit longer, a little bit improved. Humans and Time Lords together.
At first, Lucy had been everything he'd expected and more. She'd loved it all, but as time grew on, she grew damaged. Her facial expression changed to something empty, hollow. He could feel her grip of his arm loosen, and at last he had to force the admiration out of her. All she did was stare, stare at the destruction when he'd thought she'd be pleased. Proud.
"What do you think Lucy?"
Lucy doesn’t reply and some new emotions began to grow inside the Master, feeling something entirely new. Desperation.
He tries his best to make her speak, but she just stands there.
He takes her back, a little bit disappointed.
///
When they come back, The Master does everything he can, certain that she'll be back to normal. But the return only seems to make her worse. She walks around like an empty shell of the strong and beautiful woman she'd been, the only one in the universe who understood him so perfectly.
When he touches her, she goes limb. When he holds her, she feels cold. He doesn't understand and he tries everything. But the life never seems to come back.
So he goes other places. To force the reaction, to make her feel something, to make her react. To make her something resembling what she was. He flirts with everyone. Every girl he could find, but she doesn't react. She doesn't even smile like she used to.
She's supposed to know that she's the only girl for him and no one was in her league. This was supposed to amuse her. But she doesn't react. It's like she doesn't even care.
One night, she wears her stunning, red dress that he'd bought for her. He likes how elegant and delicious and totally his she looks in it. He's flaunting his jewel for all the passengers to see. She looks like something deluxe. Something so expensive and rare, like he's caught the most wonderful and beautiful diamond in the world.
The Master leans his head against his hand, his position in a contemplating pose. His eyes travel over her and he feels that she has to be the most gorgeous sight ever seen in the skies. Until he lets his eyes rest on hers. Dead. Hollow.
She's still so unbelievably gorgeous, but she's nothing without her eyes. She doesn't even compare to the woman that had been beaming next to him on their wedding day. After the election. She's still his and he loves her, but he would love her even more if she'd just smile.
Just one tiny little smile and he'd never ask for anything ever again. He'd be content.
Actually, that was a lie. He wants her to smile all the time. He likes her when she smiles.
He sighs deeply, trying to understand what he did wrong. She used to smile so much. "Why don't you ever smile any more?" he doesn't even try to hide his boredom and aggravation.
Lucy flinches as he speaks, as if she's not used to it and it seems like she's a terrified deer for a moment. The Master hates it. He hates every second of it. He's supposed to be feared, but not by her. Anyone but her.
She doesn't reply. She never speaks these days. Never.
The realisation of that makes something inside the Master's hearts hurt so much that he thinks he's about to explode. He rushes up from the chair and starts pacing around the room. He's glad there's no-one with them.
"Can't you smile? Not one little smile? Not even try?" Lucy doesn't move. "I thought I gave you want you wanted. Can't you even try to smile, a little? I gave you the stars! You wanted this; you wanted this with me... Lucy... Darling..."
He approaches her and tries to be gentle, to be caring and sweet like he used to. He has to try something because her coldness is worse than dying. He feels like he's trapped in some hell that was supposed to be his heaven. His dominion.
He hugs her but as always, she's cold in his arms.
Something snaps inside the Master's head. He pushes her away roughly, as hard as he can against the wall. She hits it with a bang and he's sure it had to hurt but her face displays nothing. Not a single muscle moves as the statue-like face she's created for herself never falters.
"Don't you feel anything?!" He roars and approaches her like a predator that's found his prey, "Don't you ever react?!"
He pushes her against the wall, pressing all of his body weight against her as he grabs her wrists and forces them over her head, his fingers tightly wrapped around her thin, fragile, wrists. He breathes against her ear and places hard kisses along her neck and shoulder. He glances up at Lucy, her face still as cold as porcelain.
She used to love this. She used to love it when he touched her. She used to love him.
Without him realising it, his grip becomes even harder and he pushes her against the wall once more. She almost bounces back into his arms as she hits it. Her face was still empty. Her body is limb under his touch.
"You ungrateful whore!" he calls her without actually meaning it but he feels the anger, the insanity, force itself to the surface stronger than it ever had been before. He calls her the most horrid things he could ever imagine, to see if she'd react. His hearts hurts but he can't feel it anymore because it's been hurting constantly ever since she shut him out.
He just wants her to let him in again. To smile once more. To be the Lucy he loved and adored so much. The only woman he ever truly appreciated.
"You don't feel anything, do you?!" He yells again and places a hard kiss on her lips, rough, cruel and anything but kind, that usually made her head spin with desire. His hand travels roughly over her inner-thigh and under her dress. Her skin is warm but she feels so very cold. He wants to make her feel.
She'd turned into a shell and he wants his Lucy back. Without her, the drums become louder and he feels truly lost. She always guided him in the right direction, told him whom to speak to and what to say, but now she isn't there anymore. She's gone somewhere and he doesn't know how to get her back.
He's lost and he doesn't want to be.
"Then you won't feel this!"
Before he knows what he's doing, his hand is curled up into a fist. When it collides with her cheek it almost feels like something cracks. If it's her cheek, his hearts or something else, The Master doesn't know.
Lucy's hand flies to her cheek, like a puppet whose strings have just been pulled. There isn't a reaction, only Lucy's empty expression as her fingers gently touches the area where she'd been hit.
He had hurt her and he hates himself for it. He'd made her broken somehow. He doesn't know if she's hurt, if she still loves him or if she's even there any more. He barely remembers her voice. All he can hear is the drums, the drums that fill the empty void inside him that never seems to heal.
The following morning, there's a bruise on Lucy's cheek, just below her eye and The Master hates her almost as much as he hates himself.
FIN.
Love? Hate? Thoughts?
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Date: 2007-07-01 05:36 pm (UTC)This almost makes the last episode bearable. I love how the master misses the woman who would stand up to him, fight back, want him. Because this is the only way the Lucy/Master dynamic works.
And I find it interesting how you made this his sad attempt to impress her, and then try to bring her back.
This fic works. Bravo.
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Date: 2007-07-01 06:18 pm (UTC)Just... Lucy! D:
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Date: 2007-07-01 06:22 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm so very happy you like :D
(I just wish that RTD would've realized it
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Date: 2007-07-01 06:33 pm (UTC)*is still in denial*
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Date: 2007-07-01 06:38 pm (UTC)One piece of con crit (hope that's ok)
Lucy doesn’t reply and some new emotions grew inside the Master, swaps between two tenses and it doesn't quite scan.
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Date: 2007-07-01 07:45 pm (UTC)Thank you so much :D
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Date: 2007-07-01 09:54 pm (UTC)Some good writing
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Date: 2007-07-02 12:47 am (UTC)A lot could've happened in that year, I guess.
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Date: 2007-07-02 03:47 am (UTC)(now I suddenly remembered something - if the Doctor fused the circuits and stuff permenantly, how could he have got the TARDIS to work? I'm sure that the Master is more than capable to fix a TARDIS.)
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Date: 2007-07-04 04:03 am (UTC)Oh, where did you find that icon? *thinks it is superpretty* It's gorgeous.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting :D
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