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Professor Keller, chapter 2
Title: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter; 3/?
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; slight violence. For the fic on the whole; mind games, dominance/submission, character death.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: With three chapters done and quite a bit written of the rest of the fic, a few things are clearer now than when I started. As I said, the story is not a happy one, it's about the Master destroying the life of two people, basically just for the kicks. There will be some brief violence, but mostly this is about psychological terror. Though there are both het and slash within the story, neither will be explicit. It will, however, nudging at dubious consent, but not explicit and not violent. As it seems right now, it will also take place off-stage. As the events of this story may be triggering, each chapter will have warnings accordingly.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Over the next couple of weeks Professor Keller became a fixture in the Grey's life. Peter came to an agreement with him to take care of finding funders to the Keller process, and the Professor got into the habit of coming over several times every week. He discussed business with Peter and often stayed for dinner or a drink. He was always a very pleasant company even if Alison never quite felt the same ease in his company as she did with her friends. And though she quickly invited him to call her by her first name she felt she would not have stomached to call him Emil even if he had asked.
Alison found a history class and basked in the Professor’s warm approval and Peter made future plans of his own devices.
“You see,” he told Alison. “If the Keller process is a success, and I’m sure it will, we will suddenly have a lot of people who don’t have any criminal tendencies anymore. They will all be nice, well-adjusted people, but do you know what most of them won’t have? Proper working skills, that’s what. If we are not careful, these people will find themselves homeless and without jobs. So I’m thinking of creating a sort of halfway home. Making sure they get a chance to study or learn some useful skill sets.”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea! But, haven’t the Professor thought about all the consequences of his machine?”
“It seems not, but he thought it was a great idea.” Peter laughed. “Scientist! They are just not practical; they just see their own idea and just look for the immediate outcome.”
On Alison’s birthday the Professor gifted her with a necklace. He turned up unannounced just when they were leaving for her favourite restaurant. The necklace was deceptively simple, a string of oblong pearls made from green stone. But when Alison looked at them she could see other colours shimmer in unexpected glimpses, somewhat like an opal, but she had never seen opals in such a shade of dark green. She held it up to the light, watching the multi-coloured sparkles.
“It’s beautiful, but strange too, almost like it is not of this world. I have seen nothing like it before. Thank you!”
“It’s just something I picked up during my travels. It’s merely a trinket, but I rather thought it would suit you.”
He fastened it around her neck, the stones cold and heavy. His finger brushed her skin and emanated a tingle down Alison’s spine that had little to do with the coolness of the necklace. Peter admired it, but the Professor looked critical.
“It would look better with another dress. The white one you wore last week, I think. You should change clothes.”
Alison looked at Peter who said; “I think you look great, but I’m sure the Professor is right.”
She ran upstairs to change and had to agree that it all looked better with the dress the Professor had suggested. Alison frowned into her mirror image and touched her necklace and felt oddly disturbed and a little upset even if she couldn’t pinpoint the reason for it. Professor Keller looked very satisfied when she re-emerged and then excused himself though Peter and Alison asked him to come with them.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of intruding. I just wanted to wish Alison a happy birthday. Yes, I’m quite sure that you should go alone.”
Their already busy social life became rather hectic as Peter met and talked with a lot of people about the amazing Keller process. Alison usually went with him, but at times she found it a bit tiring. When they had been out two days in a row, she decided to stay home and rest instead of going out for a third night. She had felt a bit out of sorts and she was sure that no one would miss her. But Peter insisted, telling her that the Professor, who for once was to come, wanted her and he nagged with such persistence that she grudgingly agreed to come. As it turned out she knew very few people at the party and feeling bored and somewhat sulky for being made to go, she drank more than she usually did. Instead of nursing her drinks, Alison drank several in quick order and after a visit to the bathroom she realised that she was more unsteady on her feet than she was comfortable with. When she came out she stumbled and would have fallen on her high heels if the Professor had not turned up to catch her.
He held her until she had regained her balance. “No more drinks for you, young lady.”
He sounded humorous enough, but there was a tinge of something else in his voice and Alison made her way back feeling irritated. It wasn’t the first time the Professor told her what to do, it had happened now and then ever since her birthday. It hadn’t bothered her, not much anyway. In the bathroom she had decided she would keep to water for the rest of the evening, but now she accepted another drink when it was offered to her. She met the Professor’s eyes across the room and with some defiance she took a sip just to show that she did what she pleased.
Peter was nowhere to be seen and Alison went out on the balcony to look for him. No one was out there, but the cool air was soothing and she decided to stay there for a moment. She put down her drink and leaned against the wall with closed eyes. She really didn’t want to drink more and felt rather foolish for taking the last one. She had drunk too much, and it wasn’t so peculiar that the Professor had noticed it as well. She would stay on the balcony for a few minutes and then she would find Peter and leave.
Her thoughts ended abruptly when someone spoke to her. Alison’s eyes flew up and saw. Professor Keller standing before her.
“I’m not best pleased with you, Alison. That was hardly a dignified display.”
“Perhaps not. But it isn’t actually your problem, you know. Maybe for Peter, but definitely not you.”
He didn’t answer her, but when Alison moved to get past him, he suddenly slapped her. It was not a hard slap, but it stung and her head flew back and smacked into the wall. She should have screamed then and made a fuss even if people would just say it was because she was drunk. Alison should have done something, but she was so surprised that she just gasped.
“From now on you do as you are told.” The professor sounded very calm, just as if he hadn’t just hit her. She still didn’t feel afraid, the doors were open and if she raised her voice she would be heard.
“How dare you!”
He just shrugged. “You are tired and a bit upset. We will talk about it tomorrow.”
“No, we will not. I never want to see you again!”
The Professor gave her an indulgent smile and Alison suddenly felt like she was nothing more than a headstrong child who was refusing a very sensible request. Before she had time to say anything else he leaned in on her and kissed her. It was a brief kiss, and she didn’t have time to react before he let her go and Alison was left with an impression of cool lips and the taste of cigars. He stroked her cheek where he had hit her, caressing it softly
.
“As I said; we will talk about it tomorrow.”
He left her and Alison sat down, all at once she felt scared and her legs had started to shake. She tried to collect her thoughts, but the alcohol made her thinking fuzzy. She wanted to cry, and she wanted to go home, but she didn’t move until Peter found her and took her away.
“Did the Professor tell you to take me home?”
“Yes, he told me you were looking tired. And you do, are you sure you aren’t coming down with something? I should have listened to you when you said you felt under the weather.”
“Just too many drinks.” Alison said, but she didn’t mention what happened on the balcony. She wanted to, but not now, not when she was still drunk. And Peter wasn’t sober either, so she thought it would be better to wait until the morning.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter; 3/?
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; slight violence. For the fic on the whole; mind games, dominance/submission, character death.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: With three chapters done and quite a bit written of the rest of the fic, a few things are clearer now than when I started. As I said, the story is not a happy one, it's about the Master destroying the life of two people, basically just for the kicks. There will be some brief violence, but mostly this is about psychological terror. Though there are both het and slash within the story, neither will be explicit. It will, however, nudging at dubious consent, but not explicit and not violent. As it seems right now, it will also take place off-stage. As the events of this story may be triggering, each chapter will have warnings accordingly.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Over the next couple of weeks Professor Keller became a fixture in the Grey's life. Peter came to an agreement with him to take care of finding funders to the Keller process, and the Professor got into the habit of coming over several times every week. He discussed business with Peter and often stayed for dinner or a drink. He was always a very pleasant company even if Alison never quite felt the same ease in his company as she did with her friends. And though she quickly invited him to call her by her first name she felt she would not have stomached to call him Emil even if he had asked.
Alison found a history class and basked in the Professor’s warm approval and Peter made future plans of his own devices.
“You see,” he told Alison. “If the Keller process is a success, and I’m sure it will, we will suddenly have a lot of people who don’t have any criminal tendencies anymore. They will all be nice, well-adjusted people, but do you know what most of them won’t have? Proper working skills, that’s what. If we are not careful, these people will find themselves homeless and without jobs. So I’m thinking of creating a sort of halfway home. Making sure they get a chance to study or learn some useful skill sets.”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea! But, haven’t the Professor thought about all the consequences of his machine?”
“It seems not, but he thought it was a great idea.” Peter laughed. “Scientist! They are just not practical; they just see their own idea and just look for the immediate outcome.”
On Alison’s birthday the Professor gifted her with a necklace. He turned up unannounced just when they were leaving for her favourite restaurant. The necklace was deceptively simple, a string of oblong pearls made from green stone. But when Alison looked at them she could see other colours shimmer in unexpected glimpses, somewhat like an opal, but she had never seen opals in such a shade of dark green. She held it up to the light, watching the multi-coloured sparkles.
“It’s beautiful, but strange too, almost like it is not of this world. I have seen nothing like it before. Thank you!”
“It’s just something I picked up during my travels. It’s merely a trinket, but I rather thought it would suit you.”
He fastened it around her neck, the stones cold and heavy. His finger brushed her skin and emanated a tingle down Alison’s spine that had little to do with the coolness of the necklace. Peter admired it, but the Professor looked critical.
“It would look better with another dress. The white one you wore last week, I think. You should change clothes.”
Alison looked at Peter who said; “I think you look great, but I’m sure the Professor is right.”
She ran upstairs to change and had to agree that it all looked better with the dress the Professor had suggested. Alison frowned into her mirror image and touched her necklace and felt oddly disturbed and a little upset even if she couldn’t pinpoint the reason for it. Professor Keller looked very satisfied when she re-emerged and then excused himself though Peter and Alison asked him to come with them.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of intruding. I just wanted to wish Alison a happy birthday. Yes, I’m quite sure that you should go alone.”
Their already busy social life became rather hectic as Peter met and talked with a lot of people about the amazing Keller process. Alison usually went with him, but at times she found it a bit tiring. When they had been out two days in a row, she decided to stay home and rest instead of going out for a third night. She had felt a bit out of sorts and she was sure that no one would miss her. But Peter insisted, telling her that the Professor, who for once was to come, wanted her and he nagged with such persistence that she grudgingly agreed to come. As it turned out she knew very few people at the party and feeling bored and somewhat sulky for being made to go, she drank more than she usually did. Instead of nursing her drinks, Alison drank several in quick order and after a visit to the bathroom she realised that she was more unsteady on her feet than she was comfortable with. When she came out she stumbled and would have fallen on her high heels if the Professor had not turned up to catch her.
He held her until she had regained her balance. “No more drinks for you, young lady.”
He sounded humorous enough, but there was a tinge of something else in his voice and Alison made her way back feeling irritated. It wasn’t the first time the Professor told her what to do, it had happened now and then ever since her birthday. It hadn’t bothered her, not much anyway. In the bathroom she had decided she would keep to water for the rest of the evening, but now she accepted another drink when it was offered to her. She met the Professor’s eyes across the room and with some defiance she took a sip just to show that she did what she pleased.
Peter was nowhere to be seen and Alison went out on the balcony to look for him. No one was out there, but the cool air was soothing and she decided to stay there for a moment. She put down her drink and leaned against the wall with closed eyes. She really didn’t want to drink more and felt rather foolish for taking the last one. She had drunk too much, and it wasn’t so peculiar that the Professor had noticed it as well. She would stay on the balcony for a few minutes and then she would find Peter and leave.
Her thoughts ended abruptly when someone spoke to her. Alison’s eyes flew up and saw. Professor Keller standing before her.
“I’m not best pleased with you, Alison. That was hardly a dignified display.”
“Perhaps not. But it isn’t actually your problem, you know. Maybe for Peter, but definitely not you.”
He didn’t answer her, but when Alison moved to get past him, he suddenly slapped her. It was not a hard slap, but it stung and her head flew back and smacked into the wall. She should have screamed then and made a fuss even if people would just say it was because she was drunk. Alison should have done something, but she was so surprised that she just gasped.
“From now on you do as you are told.” The professor sounded very calm, just as if he hadn’t just hit her. She still didn’t feel afraid, the doors were open and if she raised her voice she would be heard.
“How dare you!”
He just shrugged. “You are tired and a bit upset. We will talk about it tomorrow.”
“No, we will not. I never want to see you again!”
The Professor gave her an indulgent smile and Alison suddenly felt like she was nothing more than a headstrong child who was refusing a very sensible request. Before she had time to say anything else he leaned in on her and kissed her. It was a brief kiss, and she didn’t have time to react before he let her go and Alison was left with an impression of cool lips and the taste of cigars. He stroked her cheek where he had hit her, caressing it softly
.
“As I said; we will talk about it tomorrow.”
He left her and Alison sat down, all at once she felt scared and her legs had started to shake. She tried to collect her thoughts, but the alcohol made her thinking fuzzy. She wanted to cry, and she wanted to go home, but she didn’t move until Peter found her and took her away.
“Did the Professor tell you to take me home?”
“Yes, he told me you were looking tired. And you do, are you sure you aren’t coming down with something? I should have listened to you when you said you felt under the weather.”
“Just too many drinks.” Alison said, but she didn’t mention what happened on the balcony. She wanted to, but not now, not when she was still drunk. And Peter wasn’t sober either, so she thought it would be better to wait until the morning.