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scripsiTitle: Nothing Interesting Ever Happens in Perivale
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teens and up
Word Count: 1354
Chapters: 2/3
Characters: Sarah Jane Smith, Ainley!Master, Third Doctor, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart
Summary: A story where Sarah Jane goes to Perivale in the wake of Survival, gets an unwelcome guest and have some unscheduled time travels.
AN: There are no real pairings in this fic, but sexuality is acknowledged as is the possibility of past relationships.
The fic on AO3
Sarah Jane woke up wondering who had let in a cat in her bedroom. Then the ache from her bound hands reminded her of what had happened the night before. The loud purring which had disturbed her sleep came from the Master. And not only that, he had shifted close to her, an arm was flung over her chest and his hand rhythmically pushing into the mattress. His eyes were open, but unfocused and completely yellow, and his forehead was damp from fever. He moved even closer, pressing his body into her side in a decidedly amorous way. Despite that, he didn’t seem fully awake, and Sarah Jane remembered what he had said about succumbing to basic urges. Sex, of course, was one of those. She willed herself to not move a muscle, while her mind was racing. Her natural reaction was to fight him off, but she was still bound to the bed, and if she tried to fight him, she would trigger his hunting instinct instead. The sharp fangs were much too close to her throat, and Sarah Jane would rather not bleed to death in her own bed. She didn’t want to be the unwilling partner of a delirious Time Lord either. And if she couldn’t fight him, she would have to make use of her brain. The Master had controlled himself earlier, so if she could jolt him into consciousness he might be able to temporarily fight of the cheetah virus.
As best as she could Sarah Jane looked the Master straight into his eyes. “Listen. You are the Master, you are a Time Lord and you would never deign to consort with a lowly human. So stop it!”
At her last words Sarah Jane raised her voice, and the Master’s head snapped back as if she had struck him. He hissed at her, his eyes flashed, but to Sarah Jane’s relief they flashed blue, not yellow. Without a word, or another glance he jumped out of the bed and stalked out of the bedroom. For the rest of the night Sarah Jane could hear him moving about in her house, but he didn’t return. She couldn’t sleep more anyway, her bound arms ached more and more, and her nerves felt so tightly wound her body twitched violently at even the slightest sound.
The Master returned at dawn. He was once again dressed and he must have found her iron and sewing kit as his suit now was neatly pressed and mended. He looked perfectly normal; Sarah Jane watched him carefully but there were no traces of the cheetah about him now. He released her and allowed her to use the bathroom, and to change clothes. Sarah Jane briefly considered calling for help from the bathroom window, but the Master would hear her before anyone else, so she refrained. When she was finished, he politely asked her to accompany him to her living room. To her relief he kept a careful distance from her, and she took care to move slowly. As long as he seemed inclined to keep her alive and unharmed, she would not take the risk of triggering him into an attack.
In the living room he gave her the phone. “You will call Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart for me. When you get him on the line, you tell him I want to speak with him.”
It had been years since she had used it, but Sarah Jane still had a direct number to the Brigadier, and he answered at once. She could her him swallow an expletive when she told him about the Master. The Master, on the other hand, sounded excessively charming.
“My dear Brigadier- it is still the Brigadier, is it? How nice to hear your voice again. Now, now, there is no need to be upset. I only require a small service from you, and then I promise to be on my merry way. I know UNIT have a 51st century vortex manipulator in storage. No need to deny it; I’ve seen it myself. And if you don’t want to explain to the Doctor why you couldn’t find all the pieces of the delightful Miss Smith, I suggest you will bring it to her home within an hour. Don’t bluster, you know perfectly well what I’m capable of. And I guess I don’t have to remind you to come alone. You will find the door open.”
“Don’t you have your own TARDIS?” Sarah Jane couldn’t help asking, when he had put the phone down.
“I do, but we had a temporary disagreement about the suitability of a certain planet and she took off. It won’t be difficult to locate her as soon as I have the vortex manipulator.”
He fell into a brooding silence, but when Sarah Jane suggested a cup of tea, he graciously allowed her out in the kitchen and accepted a cup for himself. There wasn’t any breakfast to be had after his forages, but tea, regrettable without milk, did wonders to restore some of Sarah Jane’s composure. The tea must have rendered the Master more companionable because he suddenly surprised her with a question.
“Why do you keep a robot dog in your cleaning cupboard?”
“He is just my dog. I turn him off when I leave home because he isn’t functioning properly. But he is quite fun- you should have turned him on.”
“I see. The laser beam in his nose is still fully functional, I gather.”
“Oh yes, it works perfectly,” Sarah Jane said brightly, and the Master snorted and relapsed into silence.
Soon after Sarah Jane could hear a car park outside the house, and a moment after the door opened. The Master was suddenly at her side, pulling her close to him with one arm. The Brigadier was a little greyer and stouter than when Sarah Jane had seen him last, but his brown eyes were still alert. He gave her a look of concern before focusing on the Master. Sarah Jane tensed when the Master’s free hand torched her throat, and she could feel his nail had changed into claws again. The Brigadier's eyes widened.
“Miss Smith, are you hurt?”
The Master spoke before she could answer. “So far she is unharmed. Did you bring it?”
“I have it. If you release Miss Smith, I will give it to you.”
“Unfortunately, I still need Miss Smith. You will just have to take my word I won’t hurt her.”
The Brigadier hesitated, but when one of the Master’s claws casually stroke Sarah Jane’s neck, causing a small trickle of blood, he reluctantly put the small machine in Sarah Jane’s hand.
“Very good. Miss Smith, take the vortex manipulator and fasten it around my wrist. Like that, yes.”
Her hands shook a little as she fastened the strap. The Master gave her a string of numbers to punch in, and then his arm tightened around her as the world swirled. Sarah Jane involuntary closed her eyes, and when the world righted itself under her feet, she found herself in a new, but still very familiar place.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teens and up
Word Count: 1354
Chapters: 2/3
Characters: Sarah Jane Smith, Ainley!Master, Third Doctor, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart
Summary: A story where Sarah Jane goes to Perivale in the wake of Survival, gets an unwelcome guest and have some unscheduled time travels.
AN: There are no real pairings in this fic, but sexuality is acknowledged as is the possibility of past relationships.
The fic on AO3
Sarah Jane woke up wondering who had let in a cat in her bedroom. Then the ache from her bound hands reminded her of what had happened the night before. The loud purring which had disturbed her sleep came from the Master. And not only that, he had shifted close to her, an arm was flung over her chest and his hand rhythmically pushing into the mattress. His eyes were open, but unfocused and completely yellow, and his forehead was damp from fever. He moved even closer, pressing his body into her side in a decidedly amorous way. Despite that, he didn’t seem fully awake, and Sarah Jane remembered what he had said about succumbing to basic urges. Sex, of course, was one of those. She willed herself to not move a muscle, while her mind was racing. Her natural reaction was to fight him off, but she was still bound to the bed, and if she tried to fight him, she would trigger his hunting instinct instead. The sharp fangs were much too close to her throat, and Sarah Jane would rather not bleed to death in her own bed. She didn’t want to be the unwilling partner of a delirious Time Lord either. And if she couldn’t fight him, she would have to make use of her brain. The Master had controlled himself earlier, so if she could jolt him into consciousness he might be able to temporarily fight of the cheetah virus.
As best as she could Sarah Jane looked the Master straight into his eyes. “Listen. You are the Master, you are a Time Lord and you would never deign to consort with a lowly human. So stop it!”
At her last words Sarah Jane raised her voice, and the Master’s head snapped back as if she had struck him. He hissed at her, his eyes flashed, but to Sarah Jane’s relief they flashed blue, not yellow. Without a word, or another glance he jumped out of the bed and stalked out of the bedroom. For the rest of the night Sarah Jane could hear him moving about in her house, but he didn’t return. She couldn’t sleep more anyway, her bound arms ached more and more, and her nerves felt so tightly wound her body twitched violently at even the slightest sound.
The Master returned at dawn. He was once again dressed and he must have found her iron and sewing kit as his suit now was neatly pressed and mended. He looked perfectly normal; Sarah Jane watched him carefully but there were no traces of the cheetah about him now. He released her and allowed her to use the bathroom, and to change clothes. Sarah Jane briefly considered calling for help from the bathroom window, but the Master would hear her before anyone else, so she refrained. When she was finished, he politely asked her to accompany him to her living room. To her relief he kept a careful distance from her, and she took care to move slowly. As long as he seemed inclined to keep her alive and unharmed, she would not take the risk of triggering him into an attack.
In the living room he gave her the phone. “You will call Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart for me. When you get him on the line, you tell him I want to speak with him.”
It had been years since she had used it, but Sarah Jane still had a direct number to the Brigadier, and he answered at once. She could her him swallow an expletive when she told him about the Master. The Master, on the other hand, sounded excessively charming.
“My dear Brigadier- it is still the Brigadier, is it? How nice to hear your voice again. Now, now, there is no need to be upset. I only require a small service from you, and then I promise to be on my merry way. I know UNIT have a 51st century vortex manipulator in storage. No need to deny it; I’ve seen it myself. And if you don’t want to explain to the Doctor why you couldn’t find all the pieces of the delightful Miss Smith, I suggest you will bring it to her home within an hour. Don’t bluster, you know perfectly well what I’m capable of. And I guess I don’t have to remind you to come alone. You will find the door open.”
“Don’t you have your own TARDIS?” Sarah Jane couldn’t help asking, when he had put the phone down.
“I do, but we had a temporary disagreement about the suitability of a certain planet and she took off. It won’t be difficult to locate her as soon as I have the vortex manipulator.”
He fell into a brooding silence, but when Sarah Jane suggested a cup of tea, he graciously allowed her out in the kitchen and accepted a cup for himself. There wasn’t any breakfast to be had after his forages, but tea, regrettable without milk, did wonders to restore some of Sarah Jane’s composure. The tea must have rendered the Master more companionable because he suddenly surprised her with a question.
“Why do you keep a robot dog in your cleaning cupboard?”
“He is just my dog. I turn him off when I leave home because he isn’t functioning properly. But he is quite fun- you should have turned him on.”
“I see. The laser beam in his nose is still fully functional, I gather.”
“Oh yes, it works perfectly,” Sarah Jane said brightly, and the Master snorted and relapsed into silence.
Soon after Sarah Jane could hear a car park outside the house, and a moment after the door opened. The Master was suddenly at her side, pulling her close to him with one arm. The Brigadier was a little greyer and stouter than when Sarah Jane had seen him last, but his brown eyes were still alert. He gave her a look of concern before focusing on the Master. Sarah Jane tensed when the Master’s free hand torched her throat, and she could feel his nail had changed into claws again. The Brigadier's eyes widened.
“Miss Smith, are you hurt?”
The Master spoke before she could answer. “So far she is unharmed. Did you bring it?”
“I have it. If you release Miss Smith, I will give it to you.”
“Unfortunately, I still need Miss Smith. You will just have to take my word I won’t hurt her.”
The Brigadier hesitated, but when one of the Master’s claws casually stroke Sarah Jane’s neck, causing a small trickle of blood, he reluctantly put the small machine in Sarah Jane’s hand.
“Very good. Miss Smith, take the vortex manipulator and fasten it around my wrist. Like that, yes.”
Her hands shook a little as she fastened the strap. The Master gave her a string of numbers to punch in, and then his arm tightened around her as the world swirled. Sarah Jane involuntary closed her eyes, and when the world righted itself under her feet, she found herself in a new, but still very familiar place.
