Professor Keller; chapter 3
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scripsiTitle: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1835
Chapter: 3/?
Characters: Delgado!Master, Original female character, Original male character
Pairings: The Master/OFC, the Master/OMC, OFC/OMC
Warnings: None for this chapter. For the whole fic; mind games. Mental dominance. Brief scenes of violence, but nothing too graphic. Referenced dubious consent, both het and slash. Character death. Suicide attempt.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a Professor Keller and find themselves trapped in a spiralling nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
(Chapter 1: Party Girl)
(Chapter 2: Watch Your Step)
Little triggers in your grip
Alison's week with her sister grew into ten days before she returned home. She had a wonderful time catching up with Janice and playing with her niece and nephew, but when she finally sat on the train home, she could only think of how much she looked forward to see Peter again. Most of all she longed to spend the evening alone with him. Eating something nice and catching up and then, most definitely, returning to bed early for some more catching up.
But to her surprise, Peter had made other plans. He was going to some kind of important affair with the Professor. Alison swallowed her disappointment. She hadn’t actually told Peter she wanted a quiet evening alone with him, she had just taken it for granted. Now she felt foolish for not having told him of her wishes.
“No matter. We can do it tomorrow. I don’t mind being alone tonight, I’m quite tired after all and tomorrow we can make it up for it.”
Peter stared at her. “But you have to come too, now you are home again. The Professor expects you.”
Alison had, to her relief, thought very little of the Professor while she was away. Now was as good time as any to start staying out of his way. And she really was too tired for a party tonight.
“I don’t see why. He’ll just talk with you all evening- he always does. I don’t know anyone there and I will end up standing in a corner and smile to hide how bored I am. I can’t see any point of me going and I don’t feel that well either.”
“But the Professor wants you,” Peter said stubbornly
They started at each other and Alison realised they were somehow heading into an argument. Peter clearly wasn’t going to budge and it felt like such an unnecessary thing to fall out over so she found herself changing her mind. What was a few hours anyway? It wouldn’t be much fun, but it would be over soon. To show she had already forgiven Peter for nagging her, she put particular care into her appearance, wanting to look as beautiful as possible for him. She also picked her favourite necklace, one he had given her. But Peter didn’t seem particularly happy over her choice.
“I think you should wear the necklace the Professor gave to you. You never do.”
Alison touched her necklace as if to protect it. “I took this one because you gave it to me on our first anniversary and I love it. I thought you would like it. Don’t you want me to wear it?”
Her voice caught a little and Peter shook his head as if to clear it.
“Of course, darling. What was I thinking? You look perfect!”
But there was still an odd strain between them and they hardly spoke on the way to the party. The Professor greeted her somewhat perfunctory and Alison thought he glanced at her neck, looking none too pleased. Then he whisked Peter away, as predicted, and she had to amuse herself. It turned out as exactly as she had thought. She knew very few people, 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 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 appeared in time to catch her.
He held her until she had regained her balance, before he led her back. “No more drinks for you, young lady.”
Though he sounded humorous enough, but there was a tinge of something else in his voice and Alison made her way back feeling irritated. In the bathroom she had decided she would keep to water for the rest of the evening, but now she detached herself from the Professor and accepted another drink when it was offered to her. Alison met his eyes across the room and with some defiance at his frown, took a sip just to show him 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 for a moment. There was a small table there and 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. There had been too many drinks already and perhaps it wasn’t so peculiar the Professor had noticed it as well. Now, she decided, she would stay on the balcony for a few minutes until she felt more steady 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, much too close for comfort.
“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 for you.”
“You will not speak to me in this manner.”
The Professor’s voice, usually so amiable, turned into steel all at once and Alison felt an uncomfortable frisson down her back. But the alcohol made her foolishly bold.
“Oh, can't you just go away!”
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 say it was because she was drunk. Alison should have done something, but she was so surprised she just gasped.
“From now on you do as you are told.” The Professor sounded very calm, as if he hadn’t just hit her.
“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 sensible request. Before she had time to say anything else he leaned in 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 breathless 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, she felt a little shocked and her legs had started to shake. She tried to collect her thoughts, but the alcohol made her thinking fuzzy. And 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: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1835
Chapter: 3/?
Characters: Delgado!Master, Original female character, Original male character
Pairings: The Master/OFC, the Master/OMC, OFC/OMC
Warnings: None for this chapter. For the whole fic; mind games. Mental dominance. Brief scenes of violence, but nothing too graphic. Referenced dubious consent, both het and slash. Character death. Suicide attempt.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a Professor Keller and find themselves trapped in a spiralling nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
(Chapter 1: Party Girl)
(Chapter 2: Watch Your Step)
Little triggers in your grip
Alison's week with her sister grew into ten days before she returned home. She had a wonderful time catching up with Janice and playing with her niece and nephew, but when she finally sat on the train home, she could only think of how much she looked forward to see Peter again. Most of all she longed to spend the evening alone with him. Eating something nice and catching up and then, most definitely, returning to bed early for some more catching up.
But to her surprise, Peter had made other plans. He was going to some kind of important affair with the Professor. Alison swallowed her disappointment. She hadn’t actually told Peter she wanted a quiet evening alone with him, she had just taken it for granted. Now she felt foolish for not having told him of her wishes.
“No matter. We can do it tomorrow. I don’t mind being alone tonight, I’m quite tired after all and tomorrow we can make it up for it.”
Peter stared at her. “But you have to come too, now you are home again. The Professor expects you.”
Alison had, to her relief, thought very little of the Professor while she was away. Now was as good time as any to start staying out of his way. And she really was too tired for a party tonight.
“I don’t see why. He’ll just talk with you all evening- he always does. I don’t know anyone there and I will end up standing in a corner and smile to hide how bored I am. I can’t see any point of me going and I don’t feel that well either.”
“But the Professor wants you,” Peter said stubbornly
They started at each other and Alison realised they were somehow heading into an argument. Peter clearly wasn’t going to budge and it felt like such an unnecessary thing to fall out over so she found herself changing her mind. What was a few hours anyway? It wouldn’t be much fun, but it would be over soon. To show she had already forgiven Peter for nagging her, she put particular care into her appearance, wanting to look as beautiful as possible for him. She also picked her favourite necklace, one he had given her. But Peter didn’t seem particularly happy over her choice.
“I think you should wear the necklace the Professor gave to you. You never do.”
Alison touched her necklace as if to protect it. “I took this one because you gave it to me on our first anniversary and I love it. I thought you would like it. Don’t you want me to wear it?”
Her voice caught a little and Peter shook his head as if to clear it.
“Of course, darling. What was I thinking? You look perfect!”
But there was still an odd strain between them and they hardly spoke on the way to the party. The Professor greeted her somewhat perfunctory and Alison thought he glanced at her neck, looking none too pleased. Then he whisked Peter away, as predicted, and she had to amuse herself. It turned out as exactly as she had thought. She knew very few people, 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 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 appeared in time to catch her.
He held her until she had regained her balance, before he led her back. “No more drinks for you, young lady.”
Though he sounded humorous enough, but there was a tinge of something else in his voice and Alison made her way back feeling irritated. In the bathroom she had decided she would keep to water for the rest of the evening, but now she detached herself from the Professor and accepted another drink when it was offered to her. Alison met his eyes across the room and with some defiance at his frown, took a sip just to show him 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 for a moment. There was a small table there and 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. There had been too many drinks already and perhaps it wasn’t so peculiar the Professor had noticed it as well. Now, she decided, she would stay on the balcony for a few minutes until she felt more steady 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, much too close for comfort.
“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 for you.”
“You will not speak to me in this manner.”
The Professor’s voice, usually so amiable, turned into steel all at once and Alison felt an uncomfortable frisson down her back. But the alcohol made her foolishly bold.
“Oh, can't you just go away!”
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 say it was because she was drunk. Alison should have done something, but she was so surprised she just gasped.
“From now on you do as you are told.” The Professor sounded very calm, as if he hadn’t just hit her.
“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 sensible request. Before she had time to say anything else he leaned in 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 breathless 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, she felt a little shocked and her legs had started to shake. She tried to collect her thoughts, but the alcohol made her thinking fuzzy. And 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.
