The Master’s pupils dilate, hot-blooded carnivorous desire moving him eagerly against the Doctor. His mouth hangs ajar, breath beating down against his oldest friend and soul’s lips.
“I wanted you to get angry,” he gasps, with a heavy-lidded gaze, simultaneously needy and predatory, up at his beloved.
Fingers rake greedily through short shorn hair, nails irrigating trails across buzzed temples.
He’s stepped out of his TARDIS, currently, flirtatiously, in a shape mirroring the Doctor’s police call box, only red rather than blue. All the necessary components for maintenance and merging remain behind in his own console room. For now, he’s striding across the turf between the pair of time machines, holding a bouquet of bright orange zinnias, and a new plush teddy bear sporting a little yellow bow, for his girls.
The Master chuckles at the Doctor’s appearance of feral glee. He licks a palm and smooths down her blond cowlick, with an indulgent smirk.
“What surprise?” he demurs.
She can barely contain herself the instant she sees him. It’s only for having Zinnia in a carrier across her front that keeps the Doctor from literally throwing herself into her husband’s arms. But nothing stops the high-pitched squeal of absolute glee. Mother and daughter both scream with excitement, the latter giggling and burbling madly.
The Doctor skips over to him and plants a big, wet kiss on his cheek, then one on his lips before pulling away with an ear-to-ear grin.
“Oooh, would you look at you!! I swear, you got more handsome while you were away! And sweeter, too! Flowers, and look Zinny! I think that teddy’s for you!”
In an easy motion, the Doctor lifts the baby from her carrier and hands her to the Master, taking the flowers and bear from his hands so he can greet their daughter properly.
“As for a surprise… I had to do something while you were gone! Zinnia and I went on a few little adventures of our own, but then we spent most of the week working on a very special upgrade to the TARDIS. Would you like to come see?”
“I’M not NICE!” Koschei thunders, comically insulted at the implication, and then, in the same breath, he hands his daughter her teddy and drops dozens of tiny ticklish kisses all over her round little face and arms and hands and feet.
The Doctor’s kiss, he returns in full, with searching, hungry, eager lips.
“Hi,” comes his real greeting, quiet, husky and warm. “My Goose, my Hearts. I should very much like to learn about all your adventures. But before you pop a blood vessel, let’s see this oopgrade.”
He takes and swings his best friend’s free hand, transferring their daughter to his arms in the process.
He’s stepped out of his TARDIS, currently, flirtatiously, in a shape mirroring the Doctor’s police call box, only red rather than blue. All the necessary components for maintenance and merging remain behind in his own console room. For now, he’s striding across the turf between the pair of time machines, holding a bouquet of bright orange zinnias, and a new plush teddy bear sporting a little yellow bow, for his girls.
The Master chuckles at the Doctor’s appearance of feral glee. He licks a palm and smooths down her blond cowlick, with an indulgent smirk.
“Audio diary day three thousand four hundred seventy million. Just kidding, I bloody think, it’s … day six. Ugh, I don’t deserve to suffer in this egregious manner, really I don’t. I’ve all the necessary parts and a body count of exactly zero. Golly. Someone lick your finger and touch me, ssss. I’m hot, hot damn. Or however the … . earth ape saying goes. Right, hehah, so: I have coom to the conclusion that the Goose has a surprise in store for me, because she thinks she’s most crafty but it’s occurred to me she was doing the lip-bitey thing she does when she’s unsure about something when I left. Granted, this could be because she didn’t want my beautiful face to go, but I count it more likely she’s hiding something I’m vaguely sure is pleasant, because that’s her tell, like the head scratching and ‘weeelll’-ing was a few faces back. And before that, way back at the start, a leg-jiggle. Can’t wait to test my hypothesis. Going home tomorrow. Master out.”
“Audio diary day two. Please attend carefully. Ahhhhhh BOLLOCKS. Astronomical prices on parts, shady dealers, refurbished engines passed off as NEW, I can’t believe how many people I’ve wanted to MURDER today. If you ever listen to this, Hearts, you owe me a gingered drink for my GOOD WILL. I JOOST wanna coom HOME and have PASSIONATE SEX with you … ! Arhem, please … . don’t … play this particular file with Zinnia in the room. At any rate I’m resolute, and that means I shall be home sooner rather than later. God, but I miss my girls. The hooks in my hearts are sharper still.”
“Audio diary day one. Please attend carefully. I really didn’t expect it to be so hard to leave them for the span of seven days, but when I picked up my TARDIS and dematerialized, I … . well, I couldn’t help but stare at them both until I absolutely had to shut the door. I feel as though there are hooks embedded in both my hearts, tugging with the sharpest of agonies to pull me back home. … .Ah, anyway. Crikey, listen how sentimental she’s made me. So! This tech convention on Exxilon is of paramount import. It’s time we merged our TARDISes, really it’s time, although we’ve discussed the ability to reverse the process should we ever need to separate for an escape plan, or if one of our vessels suffers a fatal engine error. It’s … it’s important to me … that the Doctor’s TARDIS forgives me for the whole incident of the Paradox Machine. I believe the merging of the TARDISes will go smoothly only if the Doctor’s TARDIS trusts both Her pilots. And doing some maintenance on Her core components will go a long way toward earning Her trust. That’s where the con comes in. The most cutting edge technologies in the universe. I can find parts for a kind of … spa day, a bit of TLC, for the Doctor’s TARDIS. Wish me luck, unspecified listener! Master OUT.”
Icarus 