Sweet Nyssa, chapter 4
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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: For this chapter; aftermath of abuse. For the fic in general; non-explicit non-con and mind rape.
Rating: R
Length: Chapter 4 out of 4, so; finished!
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: This is my first ever Doctor Who-fic, I started it in November, so I'm very pleased to finally have managed to finish it.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The first thing Nyssa had to do was to get out of the room. She had noticed earlier that the looks combined a genetic scan with mechanical parts. The Master had certainly left enough bio mass on her skin to work with and with their already similar genetic makeup she was fairly convinced she could fool the lock. The other part of the lock was more problematic, there was nothing in the room she could be use as a tool. She did, however, find her hair comb discarded on the floor. Broken into pieces it could work as a primitive tool and she grimly set to work. Her fear of being caught made it seem like hours, but she managed to open the door in the end. Nyssa allowed herself a small, joyless smile in triumph. He had underestimated her as she rather thought he would. Even if he could use her father's memories at will, Tremas had died before she had fully left childhood and before her mind had been completely formed. Her quest had never really stopped, and she has gained a vast and varied knowledge since her father’s death, but the Master, had not taken that into account.
With her shoes in her hand and carrying her scant provisions, Nyssa sneaked back toward the console room. Her options were few and none of them were good and she was keenly aware of that. While walking she went through them in her mind. If she encountered the Master or if he was in the console room, she would try to hide herself in the bowels of his TARDIS. She might be able to hide from him until she could find a way out. If the TARDIS was somewhere where she couldn’t get out, then she would have to do the same. Even if she was fairly certain she could program the Master’s TARDIS to get her back home, she was sure that would get his attention before she could escape. So what she had to hope for was that they were at a planet where she could survive on her own. She would probably never be able to return home, but despite all the potential danger life on an unknown planet would have, it would still be better than remain a prisoner of the Master. The memory of how easy it had been to stop fighting him and letting him do what he wanted made her even more certain she had to get away. If she remained, he would gradually grind down her resistance and make her mind his playground.
The corridors were deserted and the console room blessedly empty. It felt almost too easy, and she hesitated in the doorway. Could she really have been able to get this far without triggering any alarms? Perhaps the Master was waiting to pounce on her, just at the verge of freedom. But it was impossible to not try to get away now, and it was also possible he was arrogant enough to not even consider that she could get out. To her immense relief the console showed that the TARDIS was safely parked on a planet where she could breathe and the temperature was livable though she didn’t recognise its name or see if it was inhabited.
Nyssa stepped into her shoes and with a last glance over her shoulder she opened the door. Before it had fully opened she tumbled out, running and then she stopped so abruptly she almost fell backward. A tall blond man was standing there, staring at the Master’s TARDIS with a rather vague expression on his face. For her it was, the most welcome and unexpected sight she could ever have hoped to see.
“Ah Nyssa,” he said with a smile. “I was just thinking of how on earth I would get the doors to open. No matter, I see that you managed to do that splendidly. Well, if you don’t care to linger, I think we should leave.”
Inside the TARDIS Nyssa leaned against the wall as she watched the Doctor manoeuvre the console. ”How did you know where I was?”
“Oh, that was easy,” he said smiling without looking up. “I don’t want to intrude on your new lives when some of you want to leave me, but I do keep a bit of an eye on old friends. The TARDIS is set to give off a ping if certain things happen. Like when the Master’s timeline suddenly seemed to wobble all over yours. Quite alarmed me, in fact, so I thought I’d better investigate.”
He looked up and his smile faded. “But I got here a bit late. Too late. Nyssa, what did he do to you?”
“They,” Nyssa said faintly. “There were two versions of him.”
She had noticed before that when the Doctor stopped looking faintly vague and focused all of his attention on one thing, the world seemed to hold its breath. It felt like that now, when he really looked at her, taking in her bruises and dishevelled hair and she could see when he understood. The Doctors eyes suddenly darkened and something shifted in his face. It was a subtle change, but, Nyssa could sense the burning anger that suddenly flared up beneath his affable face.
He took a few steps toward her but the sudden movement made Nyssa cringe and he veered away from her, back to the console. He started to work it again, pushing button with a grim determination.
“What are you doing, Doctor?”
“Going back. This time he has gone too far. I will go back and make sure that he will be gone, once and for all.”
“No!”
“Why not? Wouldn’t you be the first to say he deserves it?”
Nyssa searched for the words to explain what she felt. “He hurt me so much, but still, on Traken we didn’t believe in evil and we didn’t believe in revenge. I’m the only one left, the only one who can honour the way we lived. If I pursued vengeance, I would be like him and then my world would be truly gone.”
She walked up to the Doctor and placed a hand on his arm. “And I don’t want you to be like him either. I need you to not be like him.”
The Doctor was silent for a few moments but before he answered. “I see. Very well, you have the right to decide.”
He gave her a glance, full of anguish. “But it’s my fault. If you had never travelled with me, he wouldn’t have pursued you-“
“No Doctor, I think you are wrong. He could have gone for any of your companions, but he went for me. When he took my father’s body, he got his memories as well. I think I got imprinted on his mind and however much I want to deny it; there is a bond between us. My father loved me, but because the Master’s mind is what it is, those feelings turned into something twisted and perverted. I think he would have come for me, even if I had not gone with you. The Master came to Traken long before you did and what happened would have happened anyway. It would even have been worse if you hadn’t come and you know it. Consider this; I would either have been dead now or with the Master without any hope or friends.”
Her grip tightened at the thought of how utterly alone she would have been without the Doctor. “You don’t get to blame yourself, my friend. I don’t need your guilt. And I won’t let you have it.”
“No, of course you don’t. I’m very sorry, Nyssa.”
For a moment they both stood motionless. Then the Doctor stretched out his hand towards her and when she took it, his hand closed over hers. His hand felt cool and solid around hers, but Nyssa knew that he would let go in an instant if his grip scared her. A shiver run down her spine and suddenly she couldn’t stop shivering. For the first time she realised that she was safe, that she had got away. She had stored away the horror of the last hours as far back in her mind as she could until now. She had needed her wits about her to escape, but now she didn’t need to anymore and the pain welled up inside her, erupting faster and faster like a volcano. She looked up at the Doctor, but her sight was blurred and when she tried to speak she choked on unshed tears.
The Doctor slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulders as gently as his hold of her hand had been, and after a moment of hesitation Nyssa stepped into his embrace. She burrowed her face in his sweater, breathing in his well-know scent as he stroked her hair and spoke with a very low voice.
“Listen to me, Nyssa. You saved yourself. You have been brilliant and brave and I am sure that you would have saved yourself all the way home if I hadn’t turned up. But I am here now and you have been very hurt, so let me help you to be well again. Let me be the Doctor.”
And Nyssa, knowing she was safe, finally allowed herself to cry.
The End
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; aftermath of abuse. For the fic in general; non-explicit non-con and mind rape.
Rating: R
Length: Chapter 4 out of 4, so; finished!
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: This is my first ever Doctor Who-fic, I started it in November, so I'm very pleased to finally have managed to finish it.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The first thing Nyssa had to do was to get out of the room. She had noticed earlier that the looks combined a genetic scan with mechanical parts. The Master had certainly left enough bio mass on her skin to work with and with their already similar genetic makeup she was fairly convinced she could fool the lock. The other part of the lock was more problematic, there was nothing in the room she could be use as a tool. She did, however, find her hair comb discarded on the floor. Broken into pieces it could work as a primitive tool and she grimly set to work. Her fear of being caught made it seem like hours, but she managed to open the door in the end. Nyssa allowed herself a small, joyless smile in triumph. He had underestimated her as she rather thought he would. Even if he could use her father's memories at will, Tremas had died before she had fully left childhood and before her mind had been completely formed. Her quest had never really stopped, and she has gained a vast and varied knowledge since her father’s death, but the Master, had not taken that into account.
With her shoes in her hand and carrying her scant provisions, Nyssa sneaked back toward the console room. Her options were few and none of them were good and she was keenly aware of that. While walking she went through them in her mind. If she encountered the Master or if he was in the console room, she would try to hide herself in the bowels of his TARDIS. She might be able to hide from him until she could find a way out. If the TARDIS was somewhere where she couldn’t get out, then she would have to do the same. Even if she was fairly certain she could program the Master’s TARDIS to get her back home, she was sure that would get his attention before she could escape. So what she had to hope for was that they were at a planet where she could survive on her own. She would probably never be able to return home, but despite all the potential danger life on an unknown planet would have, it would still be better than remain a prisoner of the Master. The memory of how easy it had been to stop fighting him and letting him do what he wanted made her even more certain she had to get away. If she remained, he would gradually grind down her resistance and make her mind his playground.
The corridors were deserted and the console room blessedly empty. It felt almost too easy, and she hesitated in the doorway. Could she really have been able to get this far without triggering any alarms? Perhaps the Master was waiting to pounce on her, just at the verge of freedom. But it was impossible to not try to get away now, and it was also possible he was arrogant enough to not even consider that she could get out. To her immense relief the console showed that the TARDIS was safely parked on a planet where she could breathe and the temperature was livable though she didn’t recognise its name or see if it was inhabited.
Nyssa stepped into her shoes and with a last glance over her shoulder she opened the door. Before it had fully opened she tumbled out, running and then she stopped so abruptly she almost fell backward. A tall blond man was standing there, staring at the Master’s TARDIS with a rather vague expression on his face. For her it was, the most welcome and unexpected sight she could ever have hoped to see.
“Ah Nyssa,” he said with a smile. “I was just thinking of how on earth I would get the doors to open. No matter, I see that you managed to do that splendidly. Well, if you don’t care to linger, I think we should leave.”
Inside the TARDIS Nyssa leaned against the wall as she watched the Doctor manoeuvre the console. ”How did you know where I was?”
“Oh, that was easy,” he said smiling without looking up. “I don’t want to intrude on your new lives when some of you want to leave me, but I do keep a bit of an eye on old friends. The TARDIS is set to give off a ping if certain things happen. Like when the Master’s timeline suddenly seemed to wobble all over yours. Quite alarmed me, in fact, so I thought I’d better investigate.”
He looked up and his smile faded. “But I got here a bit late. Too late. Nyssa, what did he do to you?”
“They,” Nyssa said faintly. “There were two versions of him.”
She had noticed before that when the Doctor stopped looking faintly vague and focused all of his attention on one thing, the world seemed to hold its breath. It felt like that now, when he really looked at her, taking in her bruises and dishevelled hair and she could see when he understood. The Doctors eyes suddenly darkened and something shifted in his face. It was a subtle change, but, Nyssa could sense the burning anger that suddenly flared up beneath his affable face.
He took a few steps toward her but the sudden movement made Nyssa cringe and he veered away from her, back to the console. He started to work it again, pushing button with a grim determination.
“What are you doing, Doctor?”
“Going back. This time he has gone too far. I will go back and make sure that he will be gone, once and for all.”
“No!”
“Why not? Wouldn’t you be the first to say he deserves it?”
Nyssa searched for the words to explain what she felt. “He hurt me so much, but still, on Traken we didn’t believe in evil and we didn’t believe in revenge. I’m the only one left, the only one who can honour the way we lived. If I pursued vengeance, I would be like him and then my world would be truly gone.”
She walked up to the Doctor and placed a hand on his arm. “And I don’t want you to be like him either. I need you to not be like him.”
The Doctor was silent for a few moments but before he answered. “I see. Very well, you have the right to decide.”
He gave her a glance, full of anguish. “But it’s my fault. If you had never travelled with me, he wouldn’t have pursued you-“
“No Doctor, I think you are wrong. He could have gone for any of your companions, but he went for me. When he took my father’s body, he got his memories as well. I think I got imprinted on his mind and however much I want to deny it; there is a bond between us. My father loved me, but because the Master’s mind is what it is, those feelings turned into something twisted and perverted. I think he would have come for me, even if I had not gone with you. The Master came to Traken long before you did and what happened would have happened anyway. It would even have been worse if you hadn’t come and you know it. Consider this; I would either have been dead now or with the Master without any hope or friends.”
Her grip tightened at the thought of how utterly alone she would have been without the Doctor. “You don’t get to blame yourself, my friend. I don’t need your guilt. And I won’t let you have it.”
“No, of course you don’t. I’m very sorry, Nyssa.”
For a moment they both stood motionless. Then the Doctor stretched out his hand towards her and when she took it, his hand closed over hers. His hand felt cool and solid around hers, but Nyssa knew that he would let go in an instant if his grip scared her. A shiver run down her spine and suddenly she couldn’t stop shivering. For the first time she realised that she was safe, that she had got away. She had stored away the horror of the last hours as far back in her mind as she could until now. She had needed her wits about her to escape, but now she didn’t need to anymore and the pain welled up inside her, erupting faster and faster like a volcano. She looked up at the Doctor, but her sight was blurred and when she tried to speak she choked on unshed tears.
The Doctor slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulders as gently as his hold of her hand had been, and after a moment of hesitation Nyssa stepped into his embrace. She burrowed her face in his sweater, breathing in his well-know scent as he stroked her hair and spoke with a very low voice.
“Listen to me, Nyssa. You saved yourself. You have been brilliant and brave and I am sure that you would have saved yourself all the way home if I hadn’t turned up. But I am here now and you have been very hurt, so let me help you to be well again. Let me be the Doctor.”
And Nyssa, knowing she was safe, finally allowed herself to cry.
The End
