syncopath | For Jess

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For Jess

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.

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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?"

The Master chooses that moment to saunter in, his interest well and truly piqued. A girl. That certainly doesn't sound like any Doctor he knows. But who else would have got hold of a TARDIS...

And then he sees the familiar blue police box and takes a long, hissing breath.

"What are you doing with that?" he snaps.

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."

The Master cocks his head with a tight smile. He's having a difficult time reading her; there's a whiff of Time Lord about her, but not nearly as strong as a full-blooded one. That alone is frustrating, even without the lingering question of what she's doing with the TARDIS. "Is that so."

He steps closer, the guards tensing appropriately as their lord and Master puts himself in the line of danger. "And what time stream did you come from?"

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?"

So there are more of them in the future. Sort of. Perhaps his Time Lord Empire finally does come to fruition, after all. Well. Of course it must. The drums thudding in his head tell him that there can only be victory in his future.

So the Master smiles, leans in also, not intimidated either even as the guards cock their semi-automatics. She's only a girl, in the end, no matter what species.

"Careful," he murmurs. "You don't know who you're dealing with." As if on cue, several Toclafane appear, whirring eagerly at the edges of the group. Just itching to make mincemeat of her.

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."

He certainly doesn't react as the Doctor would, all flailing limbs and awkwardness. The Master's grin only widens as he grinds against her in turn, reaching a hand up to inspect a curl of her unlikely hair. Of course he's more interesting than those raggedy apes. Suggest otherwise and he might not have been so accommodating.

"They're a lot more intimidating when I let them do their job," he says. "But we won't need to go that far, now will we? Because you're going to tell me everything I want to know."

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?

"Oh, don't tell me you're shy," the Master smirks. "You don't strike me as the type, frankly." But he waves his security system back a bit further, at least.

"I'm afraid you'll have to excuse them. They do love a good bloodbath. And they absolutely live to protect their master."

"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."

The Master chuckles. Oh, she's so different from his little Lucy. So full of spunk, and life. And viciousness. He has to wonder how far he could go... and what it might take to break her.

"Didn't I?" he muses. "But then, it's usually the trespasser who leads with the introductions."

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.

"So you did," the Master replies agreeably, moving his hand over hers possessively. "Very well, then."

He leans in to whisper into her ear, his lips just brushing against the lobe. "You may call me 'Master'."

"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.

The Master chuckles, his breath tickling her cheek. "It's not just about sexual predilection," he corrects, taking in a whiff of her scent. "It's about power." Rassilon, she really does have some Time Lord in her. Not much, but enough to pique his interest.

"Now. Where do you come from, hmmm?"

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."

"Oh, but you know that's not exactly what I meant," the Master chuckles. He's keeping it excruciatingly light, for now, but if she continues to evade him he's going to have to become much, much more forceful. Not that the theft of the TARDIS isn't a story he's interested in-- quite the opposite. But everything in its time.

"How did you come to be, River Song?"

"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?"

"Believe it or not," the Master chuckles, "No." That simply wouldn't be enough. Not to gift a child with Time Lord qualities. He pulls back from her again, his hand catching in her hair and yanking softly. A warning.

"Tell me the truth, River. Exposure to the Time Vortex isn't enough to create something like you."

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."

The Master closes his eyes briefly, out of what could possibly be construed as pleasure. Or maybe it's just amusement; River is certainly shaping to be up to his game, at least when it comes to desire to inflict pain. Oh, this is going to be fun.

"Oh, River, River, River," he darts his head in close again, his lips dancing across her neck. "Somebody's not told you everything."

Really, he ought to kill her where she stands for even insinuating that a human could evolve into a Time Lord. But he's finding her so much more interesting alive...

"Would you like me to help you?" he whispers.

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."

"Naughty girl," the Master chuckles. "I could help you remember. Remember how you came to be. All of it. But," and his fingers trail down her neck to her back, exploring. "If you've got other needs to be met, we could arrange that."

The Master's hand reaches River's waist, his arm snaking around and holding her to him. "Perhaps you could even meet the wife, hmmm? She does so love having company."

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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