For Jess

Sep. 9th, 2011 10:33 pm
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It's the middle of the night when the Valiant's alarms start blaring, but the Master is already up and fully dressed, stalking the halls with a perturbed expression. Normally he'd let the guards get first crack at an intruder-- usually some scared, raggedy Earthling intent on playing the hero and assassinating 'Saxon' himself. He'd usually let them rough the ape up a little, throw him bruised and bleeding at the Master's feet. Not broken, of course, oh no. He did the honors there.

But not this time. Because, in the spare few seconds before the alarms went off, the Master heard a sound that shouldn't have been, not with the measures he's taken. Not when he has the source of that sound, well and truly under his control and already on board.

It was the sound of a materializing TARDIS.

He meets the guards at the doors to one of the storage bays, waves off their questioning hesitance, and motions for them to go on in ahead. Whatever is behind those doors, he doesn't want to miss this.

Date: 2011-09-10 05:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
Once she's parked the TARDIS, River stares at the coordinate with a frown, "You sly old girl, this isn't where I meant for us to go at all." Something about this time and place felt, well, off. Her very DNA recoiled. Her head spun as she threw open the doors to the TARDIS to investigate.

Something was very wrong here. Time, space, and a paradox.

"I love it! Oh, it makes my head spin!"

It takes her a few moments to realize that there are several guards with loaded guns pointed directly at her.

"Now now, no need for violence. I'm trying to cut back, you know?"

Date: 2011-09-10 07:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
River most certainly isn't the Doctor. She's got far too many shapely curves to pass for the Doctor. She might even have been offended if he ever thought she happened to be the Doctor at all!

Now this man, he made her skin positively tingle. Like an electric current had passed through her body. It was that same electric heat that she felt whenever she came face-to-face with the Doctor.

"That? Oh, the TARDIS? Just taking her for a bit of a joy ride. Thought I'd see a bit of the universe. I do hate being stuck in one time stream."

Date: 2011-09-13 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
It's gotta be a bit unnerving to meet up with a half-Time Lady, especially after the genocide of the entire Time Lord race. River, however, seems to be taking all of this in stride. She doesn't look the least bit intimidating by the guards or the Master himself.

"Judging from the coordinates? The future." Ignoring the guns pointed at her, she wanders right up to him and leans in to examine him. Circling him slowly, like a shark eying up a lean meal. "What have you done here? This place - it feel sooooo wrong. Is that a paradox I detect?"

Date: 2011-09-13 05:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
Yeah, he's a nutty one. Then again, River Song doesn't have a crystal clear head either. There are far too many blurred memories and cobwebs lurking in the back of her head from the Silence and Madame Kovarian

Kill the Doctor. Kill him!]

Ugh, those voices never seemed to cease.

She watches the Toclafance with eyes that could detect the subtle contradictory of time and space being imploded upon itself.

"Ah, speak of the paradox. So you're what's got my head all a-buzz. Got to say, you're not all that intimidating." Speaking to the Toclafane.

She turns her attentions towards the Master. Pressing up on him in a similar way that she had done to the Doctor, a subtle test of character. "You, however, you're plenty more interesting. I like interesting."

Date: 2011-09-13 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
Oh, that's much more interesting. A Time Lord who doesn't flail. Well, she could work with that. Definitely. "I've only ever heard of the Doctor. What do you call yourself?" Her red lips form a coy grin as he rubs back against her. She certainly wasn't afraid to get 'up close and personal' with him. Personal space didn't even seem to exist when it came to River Song.

Suddenly she shifts away from him, facing the opposite direction, as if her attention span could only last for so long. She's young, even by Time Lord standards. Young and restless. Facing the hovering paradox orbs, she smiles and makes a vague 'shoo' motion. "Oh, I'll tell you whatever you want to know. But really, must we have an audience? I mean, I suppose I could work around that....but really, must we?

Date: 2011-09-13 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
"Not shy, just picky with who I let watch." River whirls to face him again, now that the threat of being skewered is somewhat dealt with. Her face so close to his that their lips brush. Sadly, she's all out of hallucinogenic and Judas Tree lipstick. So no harm will be done. That's what makes it so interesting.

"You still haven't given me your name. That's terribly rude you know. I'll give you mine. I'm River Song."

Date: 2011-09-13 04:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
It would take quite a lot to break the likes of River Song. Yes, River Song. She'd become rather attached to that name the Doctor always called her. It just seemed to fit. So, she'd adopted it. Melody Pond was long gone.

"I just gave you my name, sweetie." She tugs playfully at his tie.

Date: 2011-09-16 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
"Master? Ooh, that sounds very kinky. But really, what is your name? Or is it like 'The Doctor'. That's your Time Lord name, isn't it? Oh, you boys get to have all the fun. I should have a name!" Sometimes it felt like she was missing out on a great wealth of information and guidance. Not being born on Gallifrey, being on her own. Even though the Doctor frequently tried to guide her, give her the rules of time travel.

Date: 2011-09-21 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
River presses in closer to him when he leans in to take in her scent. Hmm, he smells equally as good. Delectable, even. Oh, she's human, came from human parents, but she's got just enough bit of that extra spark from exposure to the time vortex as a fetus to pique the Master's interest.

"Oh, here and there. Now and then. Honestly, it's hard to keep track these days. I don't really have a specific time or place to keep me tied down. Especially not since I kidnapped the TARDIS."

Date: 2011-09-29 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
"Then you should have phrased it better." The clever almost-Time Lady responds with a sly grin. Oh please, she used to run from plenty scarier things then this man and she'd been a toddler back then. "How I came to be? Oh, you know....mum and dad were doing the birds and the bees inside the TARDIS years ago - mid-flight through a time vortex. Nine months later, out popped little old me."

So, she was the daughter of two companions of the Doctor and being conceived inside the time vortex made her very special indeed. One of a kind. "That good enough for you?"

Date: 2011-10-07 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
River reacts by shifting her knee closer to the crotch of his pants and digging it in slowly. Just enough to bring across her point, that she was every bit as dangerous as he was. Even if he didn't believe that to be so. "But you have to admit, it's a one in a million, trillion odds. Right?"

Admittedly, it was a little more complicated. Like the fact that her mother had grown up with a crack in time and space radiating all kinds of things into her body and her father was a man who died repeatedly yet never stayed dead. "It happened. I happened. I'm that one in a million, trillion.... Human evolution at it's finest."

Date: 2011-10-11 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com
River might have frowned at his insinuation, but at the time his lips were on her neck and her body was definitely liking where this was headed. "Or you're just too prejudiced against humans to believe the truth." She murmurs in a smug sing-song tone of voice. Normally that would bother her, but strangely enough it didn't today. Probably because this Time Lord had her hormones all aflutter.

"Help me with what?" She whispers coyly against his throat, having returned his earlier gesture. This time with a sharp little nip of her teeth. "I've got more of a human libido, or so I've been told."

Date: 2011-10-24 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com
River chuckles and leans in to nip his neck one more time, catching the skin over his jugular vein between her teeth, a sharper bite then the last. "You have a wife? I love a good threesome." She chuckles and slides away from him, escaping his grip around her waist with a coy grin.

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