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morgynleriTitle: Feel the Darkness Smiling
Rating: PG13
Summary: The Master waxes poetic to the Doctor on the subject of Jack suffering.
Note: Follow-up to "But He Will Always Here Me".
"Look at him, Doctor. He's beautiful. Drowning. Alone. In the dark."
The Master crouched next to the Doctor's chair, crooning the words into one ear, his hand resting oh-so-gently on the Doctor's shoulder. He smiled, watching the monitor he had the Doctor facing a moment, admiring his handiwork for a long moment.
"No one to touch, no one to talk to. Nothing to see, nothing to hear."
He gave the Doctor's shoulder a slight squeeze that would have been comforting. Could have been comforting, if the Doctor allowed himself to feel that it was.
"Suffering, so exquisitely. All for you, Doctor. So loyal."
He sighed softly, patting the Doctor's shoulder once as he stood, leaving his immobile audience to approach the screen with it's green-tinged image of his victim.
"Such potential. Courage, intellect, boldness. All at your disposal, and overlooked."
He looked back over his shoulder, meeting the Doctor's gaze, smiling brightly at the expression on the mobile face.
"Yana noticed it. And now, I have it all in the palm of my hand, Doctor."
He looked back to the screen, tracing the snaking IV line with his gaze, studying the despairing expression on Jack's face, reaching out a moment to nudge at the mind that lay open, barely protected.
"I think it's time to let him out of there, don't you, Doctor?"
He didn't recieve a reply, and turned, a smile on his face that sent a shudder through the other members of the audience, but nothing from the Doctor. Nothing but a stony gaze, and silence.
"Oh, but you don't want him to be let out. You don't want him to wake up on soft sheets with a meal waiting on the table. Don't want him to find any small comforts, small mercies, because you're afraid to loose him, aren't you?"
He walked back to the Doctor slowly, crouching down in front of him, drawing the Doctor's gaze with him.
"Because you know everyone has their breaking point. You want Jack to be stoic, to be brave and strong and hold out against his tormentor, your enemy. But he won't last forever, Doctor. Even your precious Captain will break, and I'll be there to put the pieces back together."
Rating: PG13
Summary: The Master waxes poetic to the Doctor on the subject of Jack suffering.
Note: Follow-up to "But He Will Always Here Me".
"Look at him, Doctor. He's beautiful. Drowning. Alone. In the dark."
The Master crouched next to the Doctor's chair, crooning the words into one ear, his hand resting oh-so-gently on the Doctor's shoulder. He smiled, watching the monitor he had the Doctor facing a moment, admiring his handiwork for a long moment.
"No one to touch, no one to talk to. Nothing to see, nothing to hear."
He gave the Doctor's shoulder a slight squeeze that would have been comforting. Could have been comforting, if the Doctor allowed himself to feel that it was.
"Suffering, so exquisitely. All for you, Doctor. So loyal."
He sighed softly, patting the Doctor's shoulder once as he stood, leaving his immobile audience to approach the screen with it's green-tinged image of his victim.
"Such potential. Courage, intellect, boldness. All at your disposal, and overlooked."
He looked back over his shoulder, meeting the Doctor's gaze, smiling brightly at the expression on the mobile face.
"Yana noticed it. And now, I have it all in the palm of my hand, Doctor."
He looked back to the screen, tracing the snaking IV line with his gaze, studying the despairing expression on Jack's face, reaching out a moment to nudge at the mind that lay open, barely protected.
"I think it's time to let him out of there, don't you, Doctor?"
He didn't recieve a reply, and turned, a smile on his face that sent a shudder through the other members of the audience, but nothing from the Doctor. Nothing but a stony gaze, and silence.
"Oh, but you don't want him to be let out. You don't want him to wake up on soft sheets with a meal waiting on the table. Don't want him to find any small comforts, small mercies, because you're afraid to loose him, aren't you?"
He walked back to the Doctor slowly, crouching down in front of him, drawing the Doctor's gaze with him.
"Because you know everyone has their breaking point. You want Jack to be stoic, to be brave and strong and hold out against his tormentor, your enemy. But he won't last forever, Doctor. Even your precious Captain will break, and I'll be there to put the pieces back together."