Disclaimer:
I do not own Doctor Who…and we all know that. :P
Author's note
Something I thought up at half one in the morning after watching the episode with the year that never was. I find that early morning plot bunnies are the best :P
Summary
My take on what was going through the Master's head in his final moments.
Doctor, defied
'You mean…you're just gonna'…keep me?'
'Mm. If that's what I have to do.'
No.
He turned away to his friends. 'Its time to change. Maybe I've been wondering for too long.'
No. This shall not do. I shall not be kept.
I branched out my mind to the pathetic human ahead on the balcony, dressed in my choice of clothes. Do it. I snarled. Something hesitated.
'Now I've got someone to care for.'
DO IT!
The bullet pierced through my chest; I doubled over in pain.
Yes! YES!
He had me in an instant, laying me down upon the floor. Through the pain that hazed my vision, I managed a glare. It was followed by a grim smile.
'Always the women.' I hissed, looking up at him.
The Master conquers all. He shall not be kept.
'I know.' He says. 'I didn't see her.' He says, almost apologetically.
I know how to hurt you.
'Dying in your arms…happy now?' I said through my pain and my smile.
'You're not dying.' He snapped. 'Its only a bullet. Just regenerate.' He commanded through gritted teeth.
No. I shall not be defied.
'No.'
'Its just one little bullet! Come on!' He urged. Though my grip was fading fast, I could faintly hear the rising panic in his voice.
'I guess you don't know me so well.' I breathed. 'I refuse.'
Always.
'Regenerate! Just regenerate! Please!'
I said nothing, but soaked in triumph as he began to beg.
All alone. The last.
'Just regenerate! Come on!'
'And spend…the rest of my life…imprisoned with you…' I struggled to talk; the feeling satisfying.
'But you've got to.' He said softly. 'It can't end like this.'
It can. It will.
'You and me! All the things we've done!'
A small thrill of triumph cushioned my failing as a tear was dropped.
What I want. To see him…
My hearing began to fail.
'The dalaks! You have to…' His emotional speech was broken.
I want…to see him…
'We're the only two left!' He said hoarsely.
He…would be…alone…I want…to…see…him…
'REGENERATE!' He commanded; a desperate cry.
'How about that…' I breathed, my hearts failing. 'I win!'
Need…to…see…him…
'Will it stop now, Doctor?'
Dum. Dum. Dum.
'The drumming…'
See…him…de…
'Will it stop?'
De…def…
As I lost my grip completely, I got my wish as the Doctor finally cried out; a cry of pain, full of regret and grief…
My last wish.
The Doctor. Defied.