Sweet Nyssa, chapter 2
Feb. 24th, 2015 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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: For this chapter; mind games and slight violence. For future chapters there will be NC.
Rating: R
Length: Chapter 2 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.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Nyssa allowed Koschei and the Master to lead her into the Master’s TARDIS without even a pretence of resistance. There were two of them and they were both stronger than her. If she struggled one of her colleagues or students could come and that was the last thing she wanted. The Master, she knew, would not hesitate to kill any would-be rescuers, and she didn’t want to anyone to be hurt. But she would, Nyssa thought as the Master stopped at the console and Koschei brought her deeper into the TARDIS, she would certainly not come out of this unharmed. Even so she took care to memorise where they were going and what kind of looks the door they passed had.
Her mind was racing; what did they want with her? To lure the Doctor would have been the obvious reason and the one that had been best for her. She knew her Doctor would do everything he could to save her, if he only knew what had happened to her. But baiting the Doctor seemed to be a secondary goal, at least for now, which meant that she was on her own. If they had just wanted to murder her, she would already be dead now, though they might very well kill her after they had got what they wanted. Did they need her help? The Master was a genius, true, but so was the Doctor and at times he had relied on her intelligence and training. On the other hand there was a whole universe filled with people who were more skilled than her and evidently it was just her they wanted.
That far in her thoughts they entered a large room, nicely furnished in the same style as her childhood home. With a growing sense of uneasiness Nyssa realised that it was almost a copy. It must be deliberate and she wondered how many of her father’s memories that were still living inside the Master. Koschei let go of her and strolled away to look at a bookcase. He remarked over his shoulder.
“This room is, as I understand it, made for you. Myself I never really cared for Trakenite home decor.”
“For me? Why?”
“I gather my future self plans to keep you around even after I am gone.”
“Keep me? For what?”
“Haven’t you guessed? An astute girl like you? He does seem to have something of a little obsession for you. Didn’t you know that?” He looked her over and added politely. “Now that I have seen you I can quite understand that, of course.”
A horrible suspicion rose in her mind. “You wouldn’t!”
Koschei raised an eyebrow. “Of course I would. Just because you’re precious Doctor chooses to live like a monk doesn’t mean I do. You are a pretty girl and it will be immensely satisfying to imagine the dear Doctor’s reaction when he finds out what has happened.”
He came up to her, touching her temple with a finger. “And you have brilliant, beautiful mind, that will be the real conquest.”
Nyssa swallowed. His touch was soft, but that somehow made it more threatening, not less. What did she know about this Master? Cooler, less manic. Perhaps a bit more fixated on the Doctor than the one she knew. Above all, not yet the Master who had murdered her father. If she could somehow separate them, then her slim chances of escape would be a little less slim. And then there was the urgent need to not be touched by hands that had once belonged to Tremas, she felt she could do almost anything to prevent that from happening. Seduction games had never interested her, and now she had just minutes before the Master came. Still, she had to try. So she put her hands on Koschei’s chest and gazed up into his face and gave him a shy smile. Even if he was a shorter man than the Master he was still towering over her and she felt very small. He looked down at her and his face softened, making him look almost nice.
“But you are the Master; you wouldn’t want to share, would you? You don’t have to do that.”
“My dear child, you know that he is I and I couldn’t do anything to myself.”
But he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His other hand busied itself with the comb that held hair in a chignon, freeing the heavy curls to tumble down her back.
“No, but you could protect me from him, couldn’t you, until the timelines have untangled? You are the stronger one, you are pure Time Lord. And when it is time for you to part, I could go with you. I would do anything you might want. And if you want to hurt the Doctor, my willingness would hurt him so much.”
“And you would want to do that to your dear friend?”
“Not much of a friend! He couldn’t, wouldn’t, save my people. If he had never come to Traken, then I might still have a home. I left him when I realised that.”
Koschei smiled at her and Nyssa felt a faint flickering of hope. But then his smile grew cold and his hand that had played with her hair closed, giving her head a painful tug back.
“You spin beautiful little tales. There is only one problem with all that, my dear. Your consent is of no importance to me and I don’t care to have it. I can get you to do anything I want and I can make you want it too.”
Nyssa’s breath hitched and the panic she had tried hard to suppress roared awake. Behind her she heard the Master’s low laugh.
“Such a deceitful trick, Nyssa. Too bad you do deviousness so badly.”
Koschei released her, and she took a step back and then he hit her over the face. Not as hard as he could have and it was the shock rather than pain that made her stumble. She would have fallen if the Master hadn’t caught her. He murmured into her ear.
“And for all that beautiful intelligence you forgot something. You forgot that I have already done this, albeit from a different perspective. Whatever you do until my past me leaves, are already remembered by me.”
“But you can’t remember! It’s a temporal paradox, and the Doctor says you forget those.”
“It rather depends on what type of time anomaly it is. I remember this very well indeed.” He kissed the side of her neck and Nyssa shuddered. “Funny how the taboo of incest holds strong in cultures even long after the problem of diseased offspring is long gone.”
Koschei looked bored. “You do know, Nyssa, that he is mostly me, not your father?”
She didn’t bother to answer. She knew that, but it didn’t matter, she could still see Tremas in the Master and even if she hadn’t, he was still her father’s murdered. Koschei tilted up her chin, so she forcing her to meet his eyes.
“Listen Nyssa. You will obey. You want what we will do to you. You want it so much that it aches. You will obey.”
She could feel his words sinking into her mind and her body respond, but she did what the Doctor had taught her; imagined closed and bolted doors in her mind to protect it. She could feel Koschei’s mind push at them and then slid away and her body was her own again.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “It is so much more fun if you fight me.”
He looked at the Master. “A strong mind. Let’s give her an incentive to be more obedient. Pain, I have found, is a very good way to break down defences.”
The Master let go of her, but she found it difficult to stop looking into Koschei’s eyes. Then something hit her back, something thin and supple and in her surprise Nyssa couldn’t hold back a scream, the pain seared through her and she lost her concentration. Before she could regain it, she was hit again and she could feel Koschei’s mind slip inside hers again and this time she wasn’t able to stop him. His eyes seemed to grow larger, boring into her and his will wrapped around hers and bound it.
“Obey now. You like it. You want it.”
It was a strange feeling, her thoughts still her own, but his imposing will kept them in check, overruling what she really felt. The next time she was hit the pain was followed by an equal amount of pleasure, unbalancing her even further. Her head was turned, and looked into the Master’s cold blue eyes and then he was in her mind as well. The next time Nyssa screamed it was only inside her own head.
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: For this chapter; mind games and slight violence. For future chapters there will be NC.
Rating: R
Length: Chapter 2 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.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Nyssa allowed Koschei and the Master to lead her into the Master’s TARDIS without even a pretence of resistance. There were two of them and they were both stronger than her. If she struggled one of her colleagues or students could come and that was the last thing she wanted. The Master, she knew, would not hesitate to kill any would-be rescuers, and she didn’t want to anyone to be hurt. But she would, Nyssa thought as the Master stopped at the console and Koschei brought her deeper into the TARDIS, she would certainly not come out of this unharmed. Even so she took care to memorise where they were going and what kind of looks the door they passed had.
Her mind was racing; what did they want with her? To lure the Doctor would have been the obvious reason and the one that had been best for her. She knew her Doctor would do everything he could to save her, if he only knew what had happened to her. But baiting the Doctor seemed to be a secondary goal, at least for now, which meant that she was on her own. If they had just wanted to murder her, she would already be dead now, though they might very well kill her after they had got what they wanted. Did they need her help? The Master was a genius, true, but so was the Doctor and at times he had relied on her intelligence and training. On the other hand there was a whole universe filled with people who were more skilled than her and evidently it was just her they wanted.
That far in her thoughts they entered a large room, nicely furnished in the same style as her childhood home. With a growing sense of uneasiness Nyssa realised that it was almost a copy. It must be deliberate and she wondered how many of her father’s memories that were still living inside the Master. Koschei let go of her and strolled away to look at a bookcase. He remarked over his shoulder.
“This room is, as I understand it, made for you. Myself I never really cared for Trakenite home decor.”
“For me? Why?”
“I gather my future self plans to keep you around even after I am gone.”
“Keep me? For what?”
“Haven’t you guessed? An astute girl like you? He does seem to have something of a little obsession for you. Didn’t you know that?” He looked her over and added politely. “Now that I have seen you I can quite understand that, of course.”
A horrible suspicion rose in her mind. “You wouldn’t!”
Koschei raised an eyebrow. “Of course I would. Just because you’re precious Doctor chooses to live like a monk doesn’t mean I do. You are a pretty girl and it will be immensely satisfying to imagine the dear Doctor’s reaction when he finds out what has happened.”
He came up to her, touching her temple with a finger. “And you have brilliant, beautiful mind, that will be the real conquest.”
Nyssa swallowed. His touch was soft, but that somehow made it more threatening, not less. What did she know about this Master? Cooler, less manic. Perhaps a bit more fixated on the Doctor than the one she knew. Above all, not yet the Master who had murdered her father. If she could somehow separate them, then her slim chances of escape would be a little less slim. And then there was the urgent need to not be touched by hands that had once belonged to Tremas, she felt she could do almost anything to prevent that from happening. Seduction games had never interested her, and now she had just minutes before the Master came. Still, she had to try. So she put her hands on Koschei’s chest and gazed up into his face and gave him a shy smile. Even if he was a shorter man than the Master he was still towering over her and she felt very small. He looked down at her and his face softened, making him look almost nice.
“But you are the Master; you wouldn’t want to share, would you? You don’t have to do that.”
“My dear child, you know that he is I and I couldn’t do anything to myself.”
But he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His other hand busied itself with the comb that held hair in a chignon, freeing the heavy curls to tumble down her back.
“No, but you could protect me from him, couldn’t you, until the timelines have untangled? You are the stronger one, you are pure Time Lord. And when it is time for you to part, I could go with you. I would do anything you might want. And if you want to hurt the Doctor, my willingness would hurt him so much.”
“And you would want to do that to your dear friend?”
“Not much of a friend! He couldn’t, wouldn’t, save my people. If he had never come to Traken, then I might still have a home. I left him when I realised that.”
Koschei smiled at her and Nyssa felt a faint flickering of hope. But then his smile grew cold and his hand that had played with her hair closed, giving her head a painful tug back.
“You spin beautiful little tales. There is only one problem with all that, my dear. Your consent is of no importance to me and I don’t care to have it. I can get you to do anything I want and I can make you want it too.”
Nyssa’s breath hitched and the panic she had tried hard to suppress roared awake. Behind her she heard the Master’s low laugh.
“Such a deceitful trick, Nyssa. Too bad you do deviousness so badly.”
Koschei released her, and she took a step back and then he hit her over the face. Not as hard as he could have and it was the shock rather than pain that made her stumble. She would have fallen if the Master hadn’t caught her. He murmured into her ear.
“And for all that beautiful intelligence you forgot something. You forgot that I have already done this, albeit from a different perspective. Whatever you do until my past me leaves, are already remembered by me.”
“But you can’t remember! It’s a temporal paradox, and the Doctor says you forget those.”
“It rather depends on what type of time anomaly it is. I remember this very well indeed.” He kissed the side of her neck and Nyssa shuddered. “Funny how the taboo of incest holds strong in cultures even long after the problem of diseased offspring is long gone.”
Koschei looked bored. “You do know, Nyssa, that he is mostly me, not your father?”
She didn’t bother to answer. She knew that, but it didn’t matter, she could still see Tremas in the Master and even if she hadn’t, he was still her father’s murdered. Koschei tilted up her chin, so she forcing her to meet his eyes.
“Listen Nyssa. You will obey. You want what we will do to you. You want it so much that it aches. You will obey.”
She could feel his words sinking into her mind and her body respond, but she did what the Doctor had taught her; imagined closed and bolted doors in her mind to protect it. She could feel Koschei’s mind push at them and then slid away and her body was her own again.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “It is so much more fun if you fight me.”
He looked at the Master. “A strong mind. Let’s give her an incentive to be more obedient. Pain, I have found, is a very good way to break down defences.”
The Master let go of her, but she found it difficult to stop looking into Koschei’s eyes. Then something hit her back, something thin and supple and in her surprise Nyssa couldn’t hold back a scream, the pain seared through her and she lost her concentration. Before she could regain it, she was hit again and she could feel Koschei’s mind slip inside hers again and this time she wasn’t able to stop him. His eyes seemed to grow larger, boring into her and his will wrapped around hers and bound it.
“Obey now. You like it. You want it.”
It was a strange feeling, her thoughts still her own, but his imposing will kept them in check, overruling what she really felt. The next time she was hit the pain was followed by an equal amount of pleasure, unbalancing her even further. Her head was turned, and looked into the Master’s cold blue eyes and then he was in her mind as well. The next time Nyssa screamed it was only inside her own head.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2015-02-26 12:33 am (UTC)I love Nyssa and ive always wondered about Tremas and Nyssas relationship. And what happened if the Master retained any of those feelings. This is brilliant!
no subject
Date: 2015-02-26 03:17 pm (UTC)