Sweet Nyssa
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scripsiTitle: Sweet Nyssa
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Doctor Who; I just play with them for fun.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Angst. A touch of hurt/comfort in the last chapter.
Characters: Nyssa, the Master (Delgado), the Master (Ainley), the Fifth Doctor
Pairings: The Master/Nyssa/the Master
Warnings: None for this chapter expect from creepiness. There will be warnings for future chapters, though I’m not sure what, exactly, yet. Mindgames of the nasty variety, of course, what else with two Masters around. Extremely dubious consent in the best case scenario, or worse.
Rating: R
Length: Chapter 1 out of 3, or possibly 4, chapters.
Summary: It's not just the Doctor who sometimes meets himself. When two versions of the Master get their timelines entangled, they decide to go after Nyssa. Poor Nyssa.
AN: AN: This is my very first Doctor Who-fic, but when I started it, I wasn’t sure in what direction it would go so it has been on hold for a while. I also felt I needed to re-vamp the first chapter, so here is the re-written chapter. I still feel a bit wobbly about it, so feedback is very welcome. At the moment I have the plot all planned, but am unsure of how explicit it will all be. Explicit is great fun to write, but it might not serve the story best. What do you think?
I love both classic and new Who, but the classic has something that the new series don't have; the Master as he is played by Roger Delgado and Anthony Ainley. I so much prefer the Master suave, charming and sadistic than John Simm's bat out crazy version. I also find both Delgado and Ainley quite sexy; obviously I'm a sucker for a goatee. Nyssa is one of my favourite companions, quiet, smart and nice. I always felt that when the Master takes over Tremas body, then he must get his memories. Especially as he manages to trick Nyssa into thinking he is Tremas in Logopolis, he would have needed those memories for that. So what about feelings? The Master isn’t devoid of feelings himself so I imagine he could have inherited some feelings for Nyssa from Tremas. Just probably not fatherly, in my mind it would be just like the Master to twist it into something else and nastier. Delgado’s Master would just come along for the ride and of course the chance of doing something that will hurt the Doctor.
This fic is set several years after she left the TARDIS, working as an academia at a university, a career she has in a spin-off novel called Asylum. Basically this fic is just me indulging in a fantasy with not one, but two Masters. Poor Nyssa. Or perhaps lucky Nyssa.
Nyssa hurried over the university yard and up the broad marble steps on her way to her office. Before she entered the house she paused and looked back with a pleased smile. She had visited many universities on different planets when she travelled with the Doctor and some things were always the same, regardless of culture and time period. Despite the students and teachers that hurried to and fro, there was a serenity, a calmness, and the shared purpose shared by everyone; the pursuit of learning. She was happy here, and it had slowly become her home even if the homesickness for her lost planet and people never would leave completely. Still, this place had opened its arms for her and given her a new chance to find a place to belong to with new friend and sometimes lovers to ease her loneliness. When she turned to enter she walked straight into someone who had come up the stairs behind her back and the notes and books she had been carrying went flying.
"I am terribly sorry," the stranger said as she kneeled down to collect her things, but he made no move to help her. His voice was deep and cultured and somewhat familiar and when Nyssa picked up her last paper and looked up, she suddenly felt like she was plunging into an abyss. The person was a man, dressed in black with dark hair and beard, and for several seconds when she couldn't breathe she thought it was the Master. Then the sense of falling stopped and she could see it wasn't him after all. This man had white streaks in both hair and beard and he looked quite different. He was older, shorter and with different eye colour and with a hairline growing in a distinct peak over his forehead.
"Is there anything wrong, Miss?"
Nyssa shook her head and accepted the black-gloved hand the man stretched out to help her up on her feet again. "No, nothing wrong at all, you just reminded me of someone for a moment."
The man smiled. "Someone nice, I hope."
Nyssa gave him a small, rather shaky smile. It would sound rude to tell this stranger he had an unfortunate likeness to the man who had killed her father. "Oh, no one important."
"It was unforgivable of me to startle you like that. Let me make it up for you." And before Nyssa had time to react, he had relieved her of her papers. "Allow me to escort you to your destination."
Still feeling like she had somehow offended the man for just thinking he was the Master, Nyssa didn't protest. "It's not far, just up to the next floor."
"Ah, what a pity."
Nyssa felt rather flustered. Was he flirting with her? It wasn't uncommon that it happened, but this man did look much too much like the Master to make her feel comfortable with it. She walked a little faster and felt relieved when they reached her office so she could relieve him of her things. Oddly enough, her door was open which puzzled her, she was very careful to lock it whenever she left. Forgetting her unwanted escort she went in, worried that something had been stolen, but the room was empty and nothing locked disturbed. She placed the books on her desk and looked around again, sensing that something wasn't quite right, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. The door slammed shut, and she jumped and turned. Without her noticing it the man had followed her into the room and was now leaning against the door with his arms crossed. He had seemed affable enough on the staircase, but now his air had changed and blocking her like that felt decidedly threatening. She started to ask him what he was doing, but then she froze at a sudden sound. A door opened behind her though there were only one door to her office and that was the one she was looking at.
The man looked over her shoulder and said, "You are right, she is absolutely delightful."
Nyssa spun around and then the sense of vertigo was back and this time it was for real. The man, who has stepped into the room, out of what should have been an ordinary cabinet, was the Master she knew all too well. He grinned at her, white teeth flashing.
"Not happy to see me, Nyssa? It has been all too long."
She didn't bother to answer; instead she looked back at the stranger. They did look a lot like each other, dark and bearded and they excluded the same arrogant air, the same menace. She looked back at the Master and then at the stranger again, her thoughts racing. There was an explanation to this, an anomaly for sure, but a possible, if frightening explanation. Something the Doctor had once told her could happen when you time-travelled.
"You are the Master, both of you!"
"Bright little thing," remarked the strange Master, and the Master laughed.
"That's my clever girl."
Anger flared. "I'm not your girl."
"But you are, sweet Nyssa. You always were. I have been waiting a long time for this meeting. I have known, since the first time I saw you that you were, because I have always remembered this moment. You see, we got our timelines a bit entangled, myself and I. As I can't very well have long conversations with myself, we decided to pay you a visit while we wait for everything to sort itself out."
As he spoke, he stepped closer and Nyssa backed away from him, too late realising that she backed straight into the arms of the strange Master. Before she could move away his hands closed around her arms and pulled her closer to him. She straightened, trying to show a bravery she didn't feel.
"So what am I going to call you, then? Master One and Master Two? Sounds a bit silly."
"Oh, you could always call me father," the Master said and then laughed at her open revulsion.
"Well," the strange Master said after some consideration, "you can call me Koschei, Nyssa. I was called that a long time ago." He leaned close to her, his breath hot on her neck. "I think I would like to hear you say that name."
"You won't have anything for this. I haven't seen the Doctor for many years and I have no idea where he is. I am sure he doesn’t know where I am!"
The Master came closer, much too close and there she could not get away with Koschei's hands holding her like steel, pulling her back against his chest. She was forced to look into the face where she could still see her father though she knew he wasn’t there anymore. He smiled at her and reached out to touch her face and when she tried to flinch away, he caught her at the throat as he caressed her cheek with his other hand.
"The Doctor? Oh, he will undoubtedly be extremely upset by the time he realises what must have happened to you, but we are not concerned with him at all right now. No, we came here for you, Nyssa. Only for you."
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Doctor Who; I just play with them for fun.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Angst. A touch of hurt/comfort in the last chapter.
Characters: Nyssa, the Master (Delgado), the Master (Ainley), the Fifth Doctor
Pairings: The Master/Nyssa/the Master
Warnings: None for this chapter expect from creepiness. There will be warnings for future chapters, though I’m not sure what, exactly, yet. Mindgames of the nasty variety, of course, what else with two Masters around. Extremely dubious consent in the best case scenario, or worse.
Rating: R
Length: Chapter 1 out of 3, or possibly 4, chapters.
Summary: It's not just the Doctor who sometimes meets himself. When two versions of the Master get their timelines entangled, they decide to go after Nyssa. Poor Nyssa.
AN: AN: This is my very first Doctor Who-fic, but when I started it, I wasn’t sure in what direction it would go so it has been on hold for a while. I also felt I needed to re-vamp the first chapter, so here is the re-written chapter. I still feel a bit wobbly about it, so feedback is very welcome. At the moment I have the plot all planned, but am unsure of how explicit it will all be. Explicit is great fun to write, but it might not serve the story best. What do you think?
I love both classic and new Who, but the classic has something that the new series don't have; the Master as he is played by Roger Delgado and Anthony Ainley. I so much prefer the Master suave, charming and sadistic than John Simm's bat out crazy version. I also find both Delgado and Ainley quite sexy; obviously I'm a sucker for a goatee. Nyssa is one of my favourite companions, quiet, smart and nice. I always felt that when the Master takes over Tremas body, then he must get his memories. Especially as he manages to trick Nyssa into thinking he is Tremas in Logopolis, he would have needed those memories for that. So what about feelings? The Master isn’t devoid of feelings himself so I imagine he could have inherited some feelings for Nyssa from Tremas. Just probably not fatherly, in my mind it would be just like the Master to twist it into something else and nastier. Delgado’s Master would just come along for the ride and of course the chance of doing something that will hurt the Doctor.
This fic is set several years after she left the TARDIS, working as an academia at a university, a career she has in a spin-off novel called Asylum. Basically this fic is just me indulging in a fantasy with not one, but two Masters. Poor Nyssa. Or perhaps lucky Nyssa.
Nyssa hurried over the university yard and up the broad marble steps on her way to her office. Before she entered the house she paused and looked back with a pleased smile. She had visited many universities on different planets when she travelled with the Doctor and some things were always the same, regardless of culture and time period. Despite the students and teachers that hurried to and fro, there was a serenity, a calmness, and the shared purpose shared by everyone; the pursuit of learning. She was happy here, and it had slowly become her home even if the homesickness for her lost planet and people never would leave completely. Still, this place had opened its arms for her and given her a new chance to find a place to belong to with new friend and sometimes lovers to ease her loneliness. When she turned to enter she walked straight into someone who had come up the stairs behind her back and the notes and books she had been carrying went flying.
"I am terribly sorry," the stranger said as she kneeled down to collect her things, but he made no move to help her. His voice was deep and cultured and somewhat familiar and when Nyssa picked up her last paper and looked up, she suddenly felt like she was plunging into an abyss. The person was a man, dressed in black with dark hair and beard, and for several seconds when she couldn't breathe she thought it was the Master. Then the sense of falling stopped and she could see it wasn't him after all. This man had white streaks in both hair and beard and he looked quite different. He was older, shorter and with different eye colour and with a hairline growing in a distinct peak over his forehead.
"Is there anything wrong, Miss?"
Nyssa shook her head and accepted the black-gloved hand the man stretched out to help her up on her feet again. "No, nothing wrong at all, you just reminded me of someone for a moment."
The man smiled. "Someone nice, I hope."
Nyssa gave him a small, rather shaky smile. It would sound rude to tell this stranger he had an unfortunate likeness to the man who had killed her father. "Oh, no one important."
"It was unforgivable of me to startle you like that. Let me make it up for you." And before Nyssa had time to react, he had relieved her of her papers. "Allow me to escort you to your destination."
Still feeling like she had somehow offended the man for just thinking he was the Master, Nyssa didn't protest. "It's not far, just up to the next floor."
"Ah, what a pity."
Nyssa felt rather flustered. Was he flirting with her? It wasn't uncommon that it happened, but this man did look much too much like the Master to make her feel comfortable with it. She walked a little faster and felt relieved when they reached her office so she could relieve him of her things. Oddly enough, her door was open which puzzled her, she was very careful to lock it whenever she left. Forgetting her unwanted escort she went in, worried that something had been stolen, but the room was empty and nothing locked disturbed. She placed the books on her desk and looked around again, sensing that something wasn't quite right, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. The door slammed shut, and she jumped and turned. Without her noticing it the man had followed her into the room and was now leaning against the door with his arms crossed. He had seemed affable enough on the staircase, but now his air had changed and blocking her like that felt decidedly threatening. She started to ask him what he was doing, but then she froze at a sudden sound. A door opened behind her though there were only one door to her office and that was the one she was looking at.
The man looked over her shoulder and said, "You are right, she is absolutely delightful."
Nyssa spun around and then the sense of vertigo was back and this time it was for real. The man, who has stepped into the room, out of what should have been an ordinary cabinet, was the Master she knew all too well. He grinned at her, white teeth flashing.
"Not happy to see me, Nyssa? It has been all too long."
She didn't bother to answer; instead she looked back at the stranger. They did look a lot like each other, dark and bearded and they excluded the same arrogant air, the same menace. She looked back at the Master and then at the stranger again, her thoughts racing. There was an explanation to this, an anomaly for sure, but a possible, if frightening explanation. Something the Doctor had once told her could happen when you time-travelled.
"You are the Master, both of you!"
"Bright little thing," remarked the strange Master, and the Master laughed.
"That's my clever girl."
Anger flared. "I'm not your girl."
"But you are, sweet Nyssa. You always were. I have been waiting a long time for this meeting. I have known, since the first time I saw you that you were, because I have always remembered this moment. You see, we got our timelines a bit entangled, myself and I. As I can't very well have long conversations with myself, we decided to pay you a visit while we wait for everything to sort itself out."
As he spoke, he stepped closer and Nyssa backed away from him, too late realising that she backed straight into the arms of the strange Master. Before she could move away his hands closed around her arms and pulled her closer to him. She straightened, trying to show a bravery she didn't feel.
"So what am I going to call you, then? Master One and Master Two? Sounds a bit silly."
"Oh, you could always call me father," the Master said and then laughed at her open revulsion.
"Well," the strange Master said after some consideration, "you can call me Koschei, Nyssa. I was called that a long time ago." He leaned close to her, his breath hot on her neck. "I think I would like to hear you say that name."
"You won't have anything for this. I haven't seen the Doctor for many years and I have no idea where he is. I am sure he doesn’t know where I am!"
The Master came closer, much too close and there she could not get away with Koschei's hands holding her like steel, pulling her back against his chest. She was forced to look into the face where she could still see her father though she knew he wasn’t there anymore. He smiled at her and reached out to touch her face and when she tried to flinch away, he caught her at the throat as he caressed her cheek with his other hand.
"The Doctor? Oh, he will undoubtedly be extremely upset by the time he realises what must have happened to you, but we are not concerned with him at all right now. No, we came here for you, Nyssa. Only for you."
