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Five-Master

fic: Possession (Five/Master)

Posted on 2008.04.27 at 23:08
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Yep, Five/Master! This is my new obsession (don't worry, the other obsessions have just had to budge up a bit, but there's still plenty of room for them all!)

This is a bit of an experiment, but the beautiful eryaforsythe wrote this fantastic fic earlier today, just cos I asked her to, and it inspired me to give it a go. Because I genuinely don't think there is enough Five/Ainley!Master.

Word count: 557
Rating: NC-17 for safety, because there is some reference to non-con.
Pairing: Five/Ainley!Master - can be read as gen or slash, though. Reference to Master/Adric.
Notes: This is my first venture into the heady world of Classic Who. All comments, concrit or otherwise, are love.

*takes deep breath* here goes...


“I had him, you know.” The Master stretched out a questing hand, the Doctor taking a couple of quick, instinctive steps out of range. Not far, though. Somehow, putting distance between them was out of the question.

“Had him? What are you talking about?”

“The boy Adric. You remember when I held him in the web at Castrovalva? I knew you’d come for him - predictable, sentimental as ever. But the waiting grew – tedious.”

“Ah. Yes, I see.” And he did – all too clearly. Felt the first stirrings of an insurmountable fury, and banked them down with ruthless effort. Control was everything.

“Well, if you were hoping to get through to me that way, Master,” a deliberate, contemptuous drawl removing the sting from the name, “I can promise you it won’t work.”

The Master continued blithely, a small, secretive smile the only sign that he had heard at all.

“He sobbed. Begged me to stop. Screamed out your name, over and over again – he seemed so certain that you’d come for him. Touching, really.”

The Doctor stood rigid, appalled. He could feel the Master pushing tentatively against the edges of his consciousness, couldn’t bring himself to drag his gaze away. The Master moved in closer, inches apart now but not touching, eyes locked on the Doctor’s.

His voice dipped, soft, hypnotic, until the Doctor was no longer sure if he was speaking aloud or straight into his mind.

“Oh, he resisted, of course. Arrogant, that one. But, in the end, all it took was a little friendly persuasion, and he was – compliant. Enthusiastic, even. Quite an impressive imagination for one so young.”

And the Doctor snapped, quite suddenly – he had to know. Pressing against the Master’s mind, he searched for the images that would give him the truth.

He knew instantly that his mistake was catastrophic, desperately tried to pull back, to shut the Master out. But his enemy had been waiting, poised for just this opportunity, and he had no intention of letting it slip by. He forced his way into the unshielded mind, crashed without finesse into the unexplored depths of the Doctor’s subconscious.

The Doctor reeled back, eyes wide with horror, feeling the tingling numbness and the dreadful thrill of foreboding as the Master expertly, systematically, took possession of his soul.

“Stop it. Master, no!” Frantically he tried to concentrate, to shake off the malevolent presence that wove itself, tendril-like, around the threads of his consciousness. The Master laughed softly, the utter evil in the sound ripping into the Doctor, dropping him shaking to his knees.

“So, you mean to fight me? Excellent, excellent. It won’t do you any good, of course, but it will hurt more. And your pain, my dear Doctor, is my pleasure.”

He crouched next to the kneeling Doctor, forced his head upwards, leant in to meet the parted lips with his own – the barest, lightest brush of contact, nevertheless it seared into the Doctor like a brand, wrenching from him a choked, sobbing breath.

“Please,” he gasped, knowing the futility of his words before he uttered them. “Master, please. Don’t do this.”

“Oh, you’re too late, Doctor. Far too late.” And there was no trace now of the arrogance, the mocking laughter. This was the Master unmasked, deadly serious. “I own you. Body and soul, forever. You’re mine now.”


x-posted or linked to dwfiction - I haven't decided which yet!

Comments:


Strike while the irony is hot
draycevixen at 2008-04-27 23:14 (UTC) (Link)

Probably not the place to admit that Five is my second least favourite Doctor.

This is just so in character, how the Master baits Five into opening his mind to him. Hoisted by his own curiousity, empathy and perviness.

Thank you!



I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-04-28 13:13 (UTC) (Link)
See, I like emoty-Docs, which I suppose is why I like Dave better than Chris. ♥ to you for reading this anyway!

He is perving a bit, isn't he? Only goes delving when he realises Adric might have been enjoying himself! Probably jealous!

Thanks, Drayce. :D
Strike while the irony is hot
draycevixen at 2008-04-28 13:37 (UTC) (Link)

You don't think 9 is "emoty"?

I like that element in the Doctors of "I'm really a decent sort of chap but I'll kill you if you leave me no choice and then have tea."

5 always seemed to me like the boy your mother always hoped you'd marry -- not enough crazy and/or killer instinct which 10 has for instance -- and 6, my absolutely least favourite just doesn't deliver on any front. When Fi got me to write Beevers!master/6 I was really just as squicked by 6! TMI?

Sorry... Rambling. Anyway, I did enjoy the story. This is really a pairing for me that wouldn't be an automatic read, but I'd read them again if *you* were writing them. ♥
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-04-28 13:58 (UTC) (Link)
You don't think 9 is "emoty"?
He tends (and this is a generalisation, even typing this I can think of a list of contradictory examples, moreover it is no criticism whatsoever) to be more subtle in the way he conveys emotion. He's certainly not emotionless.

You're spot on about Ten's killer insinct - an aspect that I'm hugely enjoying watching them develop. I get the impression that it's DT-led, in that the writers watch him doing dark so well and can't resist writing to that.

Whether Five was too 'nice' - oh I dunno. He's not menacing, especially - but careful watching leaves me with the feeling that this was poor directing. Peter Davison, if you watch him closely (and I do!) is putting all sorts of nuances into the part that just slide past on a casual viewing because nothing is made of them - moments which would be full-screen close-ups in the DT era just happen, and the camera moves off to stare at the set or whatever baddie happens to catch its eye. It's almost autistic in its lack of focus, sometimes.
Strike while the irony is hot
draycevixen at 2008-04-28 14:10 (UTC) (Link)

Well I've been an Eccleston fan for a long time so I'm sure I was watching VERY closely! *eg*

I must also admit to another couple of predjudices that are probably affecting my feelings about 5. I'm not, in general, attracted to blonde and/or boyish men. There are very few exceptions that prove the rule -- Simm and Tennant are on this very short exception list -- and Davison is too much of both for my personal tastes.

One of my friends who is from New Orleans once said "Drayce is only interested in men whose eyes say 'I own my own trapeze.'" Blonde boyishness tends to get in the way of that for me. TMI?
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-04-28 16:02 (UTC) (Link)
I rarely go for blond men - boyish isn't an inhibiting factor for me, though. And Five, along with Illya, falls into my category of men for whom I'm prepared to stretch a point!

Incidentally, I've made an icon in honour of your friend's enchanting turn of phrase! XD
Strike while the irony is hot
draycevixen at 2008-04-28 16:13 (UTC) (Link)

Well, how could you resist? I was delighted as soon as I heard it. :D

You see that's the thing about short "exception that prove the rule" lists, they very rarely overlap.

I also don't in general go for "pretty" men, so I cannot even begin to explain to myself or anyone else the things I want to do to John Barrowman. Somehow if someone makes it on to my exception list it seems to intensify the experience! *eg*

Hambel
hambelandjemima at 2008-04-27 23:47 (UTC) (Link)
Ooh, that sent shivery shivers down my spine. I don't know these two very well, but it was a delight to read as always, BK. :)
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-04-28 13:15 (UTC) (Link)
I feel so privileged that I have friends who are so lovely that they'll read my stuff even when they're not into the pairing. Thank you. ♥
Amanuensis
amanuensis1 at 2008-04-28 00:48 (UTC) (Link)
I adore Master/Doctor non-con. Yummm!
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-04-28 13:16 (UTC) (Link)
Me too! XD Thanks for commenting. :)
eryaforsthye
eryaforsthye at 2008-04-28 03:25 (UTC) (Link)
YUM!

I love you.

You give me a perfect prompt, a wonderful rec and now a simply gorgeous fic!

Thank you!

*beams delightedly*

*mems*

*re-reads*

*licks lips*

*worships*

Absolutely brilliant.

This:

“I own you. Body and soul, forever. You’re mine now.”

and this:

He crouched next to the kneeling Doctor, forced his head upwards, leant in to meet the parted lips with his own – the barest, lightest brush of contact, nevertheless it seared into the Doctor like a brand, wrenching from him a choked, sobbing breath.?

You own my soul.

Yes.

:D
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-04-28 13:17 (UTC) (Link)
♥ right back. This happened because of you. Thank you so much. And I'm thrilled that you enjoyed it.
Sytaxia
sytaxia at 2008-04-28 08:37 (UTC) (Link)
Oooh - you have Ainley!Master down perfectly - and Five's reaction was just spot on, as well, his horror and fear blending with a sort of strange, almost careless openness that just leaves him so vulnerable... Umm... I hope that made sense...

And the idea of The Master and Adric - much as I hated the boy at times, that really is disturbing, and you've handled it very well.
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-04-28 13:19 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you - it's quite terrifying attempting characters for the first time. I'm delighted that they worked for you.

(Adric is a 100% annoying little tyke. The opportunity to cause him gratuitous suffering was just too good to pass up! XD )
x_los
x_los at 2008-04-28 18:44 (UTC) (Link)
Because I genuinely don't think there is enough Five/Ainley!Master.

WORD!

Also, as well-written as this is, I can't help but wish you'd done the scene right after this. You know, after a declaration like "You're mine now" it's hard to go break for tea, or wander off to continue whatever you were previously occupied with. Also, it'd be interesting to see what that mind control actually /means/ in terms of how the Doctor's going to act/think.

I enjoyed how tightly written this was, too! V. well-constructed, with some really delicious lines!
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-04-28 18:54 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! :D

You're right, I know. In fact, I feel the same way - it's a shocking place to stop! But - I didn't feel ready to take on what happened next. I needed to give these two an outing, run them past people with more experience of these things than me, see if I could actually make them work. Otherwise, the next scene would have pretty much been 'and then they done teh secksing'. Which, though nice enough, doesn't do justice to the concept.

Who knows though - I may well revisit this in the near future. :)
x_los
x_los at 2008-04-28 18:59 (UTC) (Link)
Ah, true. And I hope you do! A lil coda to this would be way intriguing. And your voices here were /really/ good, so I'll look forward to it!
magenta_blue
magenta_blue at 2008-04-28 21:28 (UTC) (Link)
Not still posting to Dwarf fiction are you? *g*

I saw the icon and had to rush over, as I rather liked Peter Davison as a, umm... 7 year old? Hmm, 1982 - 1984 - yup, 7 it was. I think it was that sense of fair play underpinned with a 'never back down' sort of courage - this is only going on what I remember of course! Could have got it completely wrong - so let's read your fic and find out! *goes back up top*

Ooo - who is this Master person, he sounds well awful and bad! (she says, in a sophisticated way). I am afraid I know little of Dr Who-verse, but I do love reading your writing so in I blunder! I like the way Five sounds so polite still, that rings a bell, Five always came across rather polite and upper class. I'd read more :)

And before I wrote this I had to look up Peter Davison / Five to check I had the right person and I came across this description on the BBC page:

Cricketer. Brave heart, Tegan. Pleasant, open face. Wet vet. Kamelion. Celery. Master's cunning disguises.

I love the 'pleasant, open face' especially! The rest is a bit... *whispers: my first thought was tegans perhaps only drink tea...* As for 'celery' - well the mind boggles... *g*
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-05-01 14:35 (UTC) (Link)
who is this Master person, he sounds well awful and bad!

There you are, you see - right to the heart of the matter with blistering incisiveness! XD

Ah, the celery. It does conjure up all sorts of possiibilities, doesn't it?! Actually, he wore it in his lapel. The end. Apart from the occasional, rather half-hearted, attempt to explain why.

Bless you for being prepared to accompany me on forays into unexpected fandoms! *hugs*
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