but none of 'em were home inside the catacomb (for twood_rose)

[syncopath]

He had no way of knowing how long he had been in the dark; it was a funny thing, perhaps, but even a Time Lord must concede (as much as it might personally gall him) that death is timeless by its very nature. Still, he remembered everything.

When he awoke, groggily, the first thing he did was clap a hand to his neck, expecting a mark or a hole where the persistent memory of pain told him it should be. There was nothing. A ghost feeling. He blinked twice and sat up.

The room was dim, dusty and unused, and the small sink in the corner rattled ominously before spitting out water of some unsavory color, but there was comfort, egregiously tiny as it may be, in washing up as best he could. He surveyed his surroundings again. Besides the mattress he'd woken up on (and who had placed him there?) the room boasted nothing else.

He knew when he was, but not where. Or why. Not for the first time, he wondered if it might not be a prison.

The Master took panicked strides toward the door, fully expecting it not to open when he yanked on the handle roughly, and almost falling backwards when he was proven wrong.

A maze of hallways spread itself before him, each equally dim and dusty as the room behind. As the Master began to walk, it became obvious what he'd somehow known from the moment he opened the door. It wasn't a prison.

It was a ruin.

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[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose didn't know how long she had been here. Time seemed impossible to discern in this place... wherever this place was. She didn't know why she was here, didn't know how she got here. If she were to hazard a guess, she'd say it had something to do with a transmat beam, but she couldn't be sure. And even if it was, that really told her nothing. She was still on what appeared to be a dead planet, with no means of contacting the Doctor.

So she picked through the ruins, looking for something, anything, that might tell her where she was, or give her some hope of leaving.

[syncopath]

The Master rounded a corner and stopped short. If he'd been human, his mouth might have become inexplicably dry, or his single, puny heart may have skipped a beat-- or simply given the illusion of sinking, or some other ridiculous sappy metaphor. As it was, when he caught sight of the by-now quite familiar blonde girl, his eyes widened slightly and for a tiny moment (although he'd never admit it) he may have forgotten to breathe. But that passed in an instant.

He threw up his hands and sighed, a bit more annoyed than the situation truly called for.

"Ms. Tyler." He regarded her wearily. "I do believe you may have surpassed the Doctor and taken his place as my very own personal bugbear."

Chances were this Rose was entirely new, and would have no idea what he was on about, but he did not particularly care. Honestly, how many copies of this girl was he fated to run into before the universe might begin to treat him a little more fairly?

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

All those cliches may have passed the Master by, but Rose experienced them pretty much full force. She gaped at the Time Lord for a moment, before walking toward him warily.

"Master," she said, her voice soft, cautious. "It's... been a long time." She tilted her head, slightly.

"Are you all right?"

[syncopath]

"Oh, right as rain," the Master said smoothly, although there was a funny little smirk playing about his lips. This Rose knew him; that couldn't be a good sign.

"And how are you? Still getting left behind by the Doctor--? Oh dear," he managed to look scandalized, "Don't tell me he's abandoned you here, of all places?"

If he had to gather more information from her, after all, he might as well make it fun.

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

"Didn't," she replied. "Don't know what happened, but he didn't leave me behind. We were at this festival on Elberon 6, and we split up, to look at things then meet back at the TARDIS. Only... something happened, and I found myself here."

She couldn't help but wonder if he had something to do with it.

"How did you get here?"

[syncopath]

The Master stood there impassively and tried to ignore the drums increasing their volume ever-so-slightly at the thought of Rose's carefree jaunts with the Doctor. He needed to think.

"What a coincidence," he smiled. "I, too, have absolutely no idea how I got here. What are the odds?" The Master shrugged, exaggerating the gesture with a daft expression, before turning his attention to their surroundings again, touching a wall thoughtfully.

"How is the Doctor holding up these days?" he murmured, almost as if it were an afterthought. "Still the great 'defender' of the universe? Destroying lives before they can bother to get around to it on their own?"

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose sighed.

"The Doctor's fine. Saving lives by the thousands as usual. And still as devastated as ever by every life he can't save."

She eased closer.

"Haven't seen you since you disappeared from Wonderland," she said softly. "Where have you been?"

[syncopath]

This time he could have sworn his hearts really did stop. The Master stiffened, still staring at the wall, and the fingers of his hand upon it twitched a little.

"Rose," he said softly, as if this alone were some sort of epiphany. It was ridiculous; of course they would all be Rose in some form or another. But spoken this way, the name carried an entirely different flavor.

Things just got interesting.

He made himself look at her. Rassilon, how had he allowed her to get this close?

"Oh, here and there." He turned to face her again, unconsciously taking a small step to the side and edging subtly away from her along the wall. "Not that it's particularly any of your concern."

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

She stopped, aware she was making him nervous, although not quite understanding the shift in his tone.

"I... was worried," she said softly. Then swallowed.

"I've missed you."

And it was true, if somewhat distressing. The two of them had shared an inexplicable connection, and she couldn't help but wonder about the broken Time Lord when he vanished.

[syncopath]

The Master had to laugh at that, and if it sounded slightly bitter, well. "Oh, Rose Tyler. The Doctor's penchant for bold and slightly pathetic expressions of sentiment is most definitely rubbing off on you."

He regarded her narrowly. "And what exactly is it that you've missed? Do tell."

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose's mouth opened, silently...

And then she blushed, and dropped her head.

"I've missed your company," she said softly. But that wasn't it. She missed his touch, his whispers, the moments they had spent together exploring each other, Rose reaching out to touch the darkness.

[syncopath]

"Company," the Master spat out, and then barked another angry laugh. She'd made it patently obvious, once, whom she preferred to spend her company with.

"I am not your pet," he hissed, his face darkening. But still, he stayed where he was, almost as if he were afraid to come any closer, but equally afraid to leave, like a cat on tenterhooks.

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose swallowed, and nodded.
"You're right. You're not. I'm sorry."

She turned, to continue exploring, convinced he didn't want her there.

[syncopath]

The Master sagged a little against the wall as Rose turned to leave-- whether out of relief, or disappointment (or likely a mix of both) he wasn't entirely sure.

Then his eyes narrowed, and his hand dove into his pocket.

"Rose," he called out, in a stronger voice this time.

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

She turned, and took a step back toward him.

"Yeah?"

She didn't want to leave him, but she also didn't want to stick around if he didn't want her there.

"In the third act, Superman should fight with a giant $%$#ing spider."

[syncopath]

He had just pulled his laser screwdriver out, aimed in her general direction, and was staring at her with an inscrutable look on his face.

"Duck," he said simply, before firing just above her head.

((ooc: he's shooting something lurking above her; if you want to identify it, have it be dead or still alive, go right ahead))

Ha!

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

Her heart stopped when he aimed at her...

Then he ordered her to duck, and she hit the dirt. The laser flashed over her head, and there was an inhuman screech as a huge, black, hairy thing with way too many legs crashed to the ground. It twitched and flailed, and Rose scrabbled backwards, away from the thing and toward the Master.

"What is it?"

Re: Ha!

[syncopath]

"An enemy," the Master muttered cryptically. "An old one." He walked past Rose in clipped strides and toward the flailing limbs, almost casually. He stopped a few feet away from the creature and peered down at it with a trace of disgust.

"Far from home, aren't you?" he asked it conversationally, before firing point blank at the hulking mass.

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose cringed as with one final unearthly squeal the creature shuddered, then went still. She lifted her eyes to the Master, her heart beating fast, panting slightly with fear.

"You... you saved my life," she managed.

[syncopath]

The Master turned his head from the ruined creature and met her gaze coldly. His calm expression was bordering on sinister. "I did," he confirmed.

The gears switched again and he straightened, returning the screwdriver to his pocket and brushing invisible dust off his lapels. "Of course, there is little point in stating the obvious."

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

"Just..." Rose stood up carefully, and brushed the dirt off her jeans. Then she straightened, and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Thank you."

[syncopath]

The Master stood there, watching Rose pick herself up without thinking to offer his assistance. He was not particularly used to being thanked, unless it was forced, and he found he had no immediate reply handy. Rassilon, he wasn't about to say "You're welcome."

"There are more of them," he finally said. "The 'Yllax tend to breed rather quickly. Not ones for foreplay."

It was probably as close to an invitation for her to accompany him as she would ever get.

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

She nodded, and approached him.

"Where do you think we can go to be safe from them?"

She asked it hesitantly, not sure that she had correctly read the information as an invitation.

[syncopath]

The Master smirked slightly, thinking of the little suite he'd left, complete with dusty mattress. Just like the old days.

"I was given the impression at our last encounter that you were quite done with 'safe'. How disappointing that you've changed your mind." And he raised an eyebrow at her before turning abruptly on his heels.

"Come on, then."

[twood-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose huffed.

"Well. If that's the way you're going to be about it. I was only going with you because I thought you were offering to fend off these things. But if I'm to be done with 'safe...'"

She turned and started heading off on her own.