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[thecricketer]

The Doctor wanted to relax.

Usually he found such things rather boring, but even he could admit it was sometimes essential; after, perhaps, an emotional upheaval, and a battle with rabid fluffy toys. Funny; usually such an adventure would help put such things out of his mind, but it didn't work.

Perhaps this would.

The Eye of Orion may have been a predictable choice, he supposed, even dull, but there was no need for the TARDIS to be so stubborn about it.

"Now, really – " He stumbled, banging his shin against the console as his ship roared in his mind; since when did she hate...

...No.

No, she wanted to go somewhere else, somewhere specific.

Slowly, he straightened, holding tightly to the edge, and listened. He'd been so closed off, so rigid, that he never felt her own desperation. He didn't know the cause, but he knew that emotion so very well.

So very, very well.

Softly, "All right, old girl. Take me where you like."

Soon enough, they materialised on a scorched, barren world that made his mind shiver.

Well, he can't go back now.

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"Ironic."

Another cautious step towards him as his voice softens, just slightly.

"You're not an animal, not yet." He raises a hand, brushing windswept hair from his eyes. "It might even regress once you're off the planet."

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"Or it won't. I refuse to live that way."

He's tempted to step back, to retreat and force the Doctor to leave; but he stays, refuses to flee.

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"Giving up before you try?" Slowly, he shakes his head, hand falling to his side. "That's disappointing."

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He stiffens once again.

"I am not giving up. I am simply not taking an uncessary risk."

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"Really." His lips curl in a faint, derisive scowl.

"Pathetic."

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It's enough to make him livid. He bares his fangs at the Doctor, and growls lowly. "I could tear your throat out now, without hesitation. It'd make no difference to me."

The Master is as tense as a wound up coil. Everything about his body language hints to the fact he's right on the verge of just attacking.

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The Doctor holds his ground, and his voice is carefully level.

"You could. A fitting vengeance, I suppose. Of course it would leave you on a dying planet without a cure, but what does that matter?"

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"Are you attempting to goad me into attacking, my dear Doctor?" He asks in a relatively steady tone. "If you are, you're being very foolish."

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The Doctor rolls his eyes. Does the Master think he has a death wish? Really.

"No, Master, I'm attempting to goad you into living."

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"You fail to see my reasoning behind my choices, Doctor."

Goad him into living. He had already made his choice, and now he is being presented with the opportunity to make it again.

He sighs and shakes his head.

"I would rather be dead than become an animal. I refuse to allow any further loss of my identity and self control."

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"And how do you know we can't stop it?" His voice is louder, more urgent; he can feel this world dying around them, its time coming to an end as they argue, and he can't stand it.

No more than he can stand watching the Master give up.

"You haven't had access to any technology, any assistance, how do you know it's irreversible? Inexorable?"

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He bares his fangs in response to the Doctor. "And what would you do if I were right? If you took me from here only to find that this is permanent, that it shall only continue on?"

It's grating on him, trying to get the Doctor to leave before the planet dies; to let him have the fate he chose. Yet he keeps arguing, and there's a part of him that wants - or needs - to prove him wrong.

"Would you kill me without hesitation, Doctor? Or rather, would you do it again?"

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The Doctor scowls, and risks another step. His eye burn with the wind, but he refuses to close them. His palms sweat and sting, but he refuses to shield them.

Caution, of course.

"You can do it yourself."

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He crosses his arms. "I already am - and you're attempting to convince me otherwise."

This was firmly getting no where. He isn't moving, and the Doctor is only getting closer. Both of them are too stubborn for their own good, really.

"If you so desperately wanted me to leave, you'd take responsibility. You are, after all, the one trying to get me to live."

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The Doctor briefly wonders when they became so stubborn, and concludes that they always were.

"Fine." Pause.

"If nothing else I can always ask Peri."

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"No," he says firmly. "You. Not Miss Brown."

This, he has decided, is something he will not budge on, for any reason.

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"I wasn't serious. Not to say she wouldn't, really, just that I would never ask." Now, of course, he's stalling, which quite defeats the point of this insane venture.

"...Fine, then.

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He growls momentarily before nodding slightly. Now he does have to make a choice- the Doctor has offered to kill him, if needed, but there's that... that feeling he might not follow it.

"Good. That's an improvement."

Of course, he doesn't have time to think. He must make a decision.

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The Doctor forces a grin.

"Brilliant! Let's be off, then." He turns, then, if slowly.

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"I wasn't aware I had agreed to leave completely." Though he is aware he needs to make a decision soon. Sorry for dashing your hopes there, Five, the Master is being a pest.

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The Doctor stiffens, and stops, and sighs.

"Well, do hurry up, it's rather hot out here."