Professor Keller; Chapter 7
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scripsiTitle: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1504
Chapter: 7/12
Characters: Delgado!Master, Original female character, Original male character, the Third Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith, the Brigadier
Pairings: The Master/OFC, the Master/OMC, OFC/OMC
Warnings: For this chapter; none.
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.
AN: This story is about the Master, so anyone who reads it in the hope of the Doctor, well, I think it's fair to warn you he is only going to have a very minor role in this fic, along with Sarah Jane and the Brig.
(Chapter 1: Party Girl)
(Chapter 2: Watch Your Step)
(Chapter 3: Little Triggers)
(Chapter 4: You Belong To Me)
(Chapter 5: After the Fall)
(Chapter 6: You Tripped At Every Step)
My case is closed, my case is packed
I'll get out before the violence
Or the tears or the silence
Falling in darkness Alison could hear Peter calling her name as if from a long distance. Slowly she realised she was curled up on the floor in the library, cold and shivering. Peter was kneeling beside her, shaking her gently.
“Alison, he is gone now. Come back to me, please!”
When she opened her eyes he was just a blur. He helped her sit up, and she leaned against him. Her body felt battered and bruised, but it was the sense of being so empty and wretched that made her tremble. Peter kissed her face, talking rapidly and a bit incoherently.
“Say you are not hurt. Please, Alison. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It is all my fault. Forgive me, I never wanted you to know. I never wanted you to be hurt. Say you forgive me.”
For several minutes she continued to shake, unable to do anything else than to cling to Peter, kneeling together on the carpet. But as soon as she could she looked up so she could see the love and worry on his face. Perhaps there wasn’t much meaning to her life, but if she was important to Peter, then there was something worth living for.
“I will be fine. Just let me rest a little.”
She closed her eyes again and rested her head on his shoulder. It was tempting, very tempting, to let Peter think he was the only sinner here. She didn’t have to tell him everything about her and the Master now, did she? But it would be the wrong thing to do, she couldn’t go on lying. So when her body stopped trembling, she sat up straight.
“Peter, listen. I can’t speak of forgiveness now, I don’t know what I feel. But I know that any forgiveness must go both ways. Do you understand what I mean?”
He looked puzzled. “No.”
“Don’t you see? It’s not just you, it’s me too. He has used both of us. I’m sorry too.”
Alison could see when comprehension dawned on him and knew what he felt, the hurt of betrayal paired with knowing he was not blameless either.
“Oh darling,” he said at last, sounding as helpless as she felt.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much. You won’t leave me?”
And Peter whispered “Never” and “I love you” over and over, but Alison could hear he was crying and then she cried as well.
They stumbled up the stairs, still holding each other and fell into bed like that. They didn’t speak more, but they continued to cling together in a desperate need to feel safe and protected and eventually they fell asleep. But Alison woke up in the very early morning, her mind raising and as the room slowly filled with grey morning light, she went back to the night before in her thoughts, over and over again.
She ought to feel relieved now when the Professor had nothing to hold against them any more. Her and Peter’s marriage may be in shambles because of him, but at least their first action had been to turn to each other. Surely that was a hopeful sign. Today they could change the lock on their door and sever all contacts with the Professor and they could start to find out if they would be able forgive each other. That was what Alison's rational mind told her, but it was now how she felt. It ought to be that easy, but she knew it wasn’t. The strange influence the Master had on her, seemed even stronger when it concerned Peter. In this strange game he had played with them both, Peter had clearly been pulled in much deeper than she ever had. He had almost hit her last night, and it had cost him to stand up against the Master. She doubted he would have been able to keep his stance if the Master had decided to press him.
And the Master wouldn’t let go now. He would find a way back and he would make Peter do what he wanted. He would talk, sounding so calm and reasonable and even humorous, and in the end Peter would agree with him. Perhaps she would too because they would be ensnared by that persuasive voice until they could see no other way out than total obedience. And then she would really lose Peter and be truly alone because then she was sure their marriage would be beyond salvation.
It wouldn’t end there either, Alison was sure of that. Ever since they first got to know the Professor he had twisted their lives, subtle at first, but slowly and relentlessly turning it into a nightmare. He wouldn't stop now. It was clear he hadn’t felt even the slightest pang of guilt for what he had done to them, rather the opposite, in fact. He had manipulated them for reasons she didn’t understand and it felt like he had only waited for last night to happen. Like they belonged to him, to be used absolutely and though they had stood there together, she and Peter had not been able to truly throw off the power he had over them. And then there was the strange thing he had done to her head. Alison had no name for it, but she thought that if he hadn’t stopped, then her mind would have shattered for good.
At the time the first uncertain sunbeams reached into their bedroom, Alison could only come up with one solution; to flee. She tried to tell herself that it was an extreme measure, absurd even; the Professor was only a man, slighter and shorter than Peter. It was not normal to feel this afraid, but it didn’t matter what reason said. her heart told her the Master was dangerous and that they needed to get away as soon as they could..
Having reached that conclusio,n she slipped out of bed and packed two bags, moving as silently as she could. She didn’t rouse Peter until she had phoned for a cab. He woke up with a start and took in her coat and the bags in alarm.
“You are leaving!”
She sat down beside him on the bed and put her arm around him. “No, we both are. Right now. We are going somewhere where he can’t find us.”
Her words made Peter look even more alarmed. “We can’t leave!”
“Yes, we can. We have to go. Do you really think he will leave us alone now? If we stay, he will hurt us even worse, I know he will.”
Feeling rather desperate she stood up and pulled up Peter with her. “Look, I have left a note for Maria and I will send a postcard to Janice from the train station. No one else needs to know.”
But Peter dithered. He looked frightened and chilled and Alison was forced to play her last card.
“If you don’t come with me, I will go anyway. I will leave you and you’ll never see me again.”
It was a bluff and Alison prayed that Peter wouldn’t realise it. Whatever happened, she couldn’t go without him. If he refused, she would stay, no matter what would happen to them. But to her relief Peter nodded and picked up the suitcases. They were a sorry sight, Alison thought in the cab. Peter still in yesterday’s clothes, rumpled after being slept in, and she had forgotten to comb her hair. But it was still early morning and most people who moved about looked sleepy and not particularly observant.
Once, in school, she had been on a school trip to a little village in Cornwall. She hadn’t enjoyed it and never been anywhere near the place again, so it was there she had decided that they should go. No one would know where they had gone, and she was sure that no one could figure it out.
She watched Peter as the train left the station. He he looked very unwell, pale and with dark circles underneath in his eyes. She looked down on her hands and realised she must have lost weight. Her wedding bands were loose, and she closed her fist, suddenly afraid the rings would slip away from her finger. And as they left London she could only think one thing over and over.
“Is this enough? Will this be enough?”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1504
Chapter: 7/12
Characters: Delgado!Master, Original female character, Original male character, the Third Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith, the Brigadier
Pairings: The Master/OFC, the Master/OMC, OFC/OMC
Warnings: For this chapter; none.
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.
AN: This story is about the Master, so anyone who reads it in the hope of the Doctor, well, I think it's fair to warn you he is only going to have a very minor role in this fic, along with Sarah Jane and the Brig.
(Chapter 1: Party Girl)
(Chapter 2: Watch Your Step)
(Chapter 3: Little Triggers)
(Chapter 4: You Belong To Me)
(Chapter 5: After the Fall)
(Chapter 6: You Tripped At Every Step)
My case is closed, my case is packed
I'll get out before the violence
Or the tears or the silence
Falling in darkness Alison could hear Peter calling her name as if from a long distance. Slowly she realised she was curled up on the floor in the library, cold and shivering. Peter was kneeling beside her, shaking her gently.
“Alison, he is gone now. Come back to me, please!”
When she opened her eyes he was just a blur. He helped her sit up, and she leaned against him. Her body felt battered and bruised, but it was the sense of being so empty and wretched that made her tremble. Peter kissed her face, talking rapidly and a bit incoherently.
“Say you are not hurt. Please, Alison. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It is all my fault. Forgive me, I never wanted you to know. I never wanted you to be hurt. Say you forgive me.”
For several minutes she continued to shake, unable to do anything else than to cling to Peter, kneeling together on the carpet. But as soon as she could she looked up so she could see the love and worry on his face. Perhaps there wasn’t much meaning to her life, but if she was important to Peter, then there was something worth living for.
“I will be fine. Just let me rest a little.”
She closed her eyes again and rested her head on his shoulder. It was tempting, very tempting, to let Peter think he was the only sinner here. She didn’t have to tell him everything about her and the Master now, did she? But it would be the wrong thing to do, she couldn’t go on lying. So when her body stopped trembling, she sat up straight.
“Peter, listen. I can’t speak of forgiveness now, I don’t know what I feel. But I know that any forgiveness must go both ways. Do you understand what I mean?”
He looked puzzled. “No.”
“Don’t you see? It’s not just you, it’s me too. He has used both of us. I’m sorry too.”
Alison could see when comprehension dawned on him and knew what he felt, the hurt of betrayal paired with knowing he was not blameless either.
“Oh darling,” he said at last, sounding as helpless as she felt.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much. You won’t leave me?”
And Peter whispered “Never” and “I love you” over and over, but Alison could hear he was crying and then she cried as well.
They stumbled up the stairs, still holding each other and fell into bed like that. They didn’t speak more, but they continued to cling together in a desperate need to feel safe and protected and eventually they fell asleep. But Alison woke up in the very early morning, her mind raising and as the room slowly filled with grey morning light, she went back to the night before in her thoughts, over and over again.
She ought to feel relieved now when the Professor had nothing to hold against them any more. Her and Peter’s marriage may be in shambles because of him, but at least their first action had been to turn to each other. Surely that was a hopeful sign. Today they could change the lock on their door and sever all contacts with the Professor and they could start to find out if they would be able forgive each other. That was what Alison's rational mind told her, but it was now how she felt. It ought to be that easy, but she knew it wasn’t. The strange influence the Master had on her, seemed even stronger when it concerned Peter. In this strange game he had played with them both, Peter had clearly been pulled in much deeper than she ever had. He had almost hit her last night, and it had cost him to stand up against the Master. She doubted he would have been able to keep his stance if the Master had decided to press him.
And the Master wouldn’t let go now. He would find a way back and he would make Peter do what he wanted. He would talk, sounding so calm and reasonable and even humorous, and in the end Peter would agree with him. Perhaps she would too because they would be ensnared by that persuasive voice until they could see no other way out than total obedience. And then she would really lose Peter and be truly alone because then she was sure their marriage would be beyond salvation.
It wouldn’t end there either, Alison was sure of that. Ever since they first got to know the Professor he had twisted their lives, subtle at first, but slowly and relentlessly turning it into a nightmare. He wouldn't stop now. It was clear he hadn’t felt even the slightest pang of guilt for what he had done to them, rather the opposite, in fact. He had manipulated them for reasons she didn’t understand and it felt like he had only waited for last night to happen. Like they belonged to him, to be used absolutely and though they had stood there together, she and Peter had not been able to truly throw off the power he had over them. And then there was the strange thing he had done to her head. Alison had no name for it, but she thought that if he hadn’t stopped, then her mind would have shattered for good.
At the time the first uncertain sunbeams reached into their bedroom, Alison could only come up with one solution; to flee. She tried to tell herself that it was an extreme measure, absurd even; the Professor was only a man, slighter and shorter than Peter. It was not normal to feel this afraid, but it didn’t matter what reason said. her heart told her the Master was dangerous and that they needed to get away as soon as they could..
Having reached that conclusio,n she slipped out of bed and packed two bags, moving as silently as she could. She didn’t rouse Peter until she had phoned for a cab. He woke up with a start and took in her coat and the bags in alarm.
“You are leaving!”
She sat down beside him on the bed and put her arm around him. “No, we both are. Right now. We are going somewhere where he can’t find us.”
Her words made Peter look even more alarmed. “We can’t leave!”
“Yes, we can. We have to go. Do you really think he will leave us alone now? If we stay, he will hurt us even worse, I know he will.”
Feeling rather desperate she stood up and pulled up Peter with her. “Look, I have left a note for Maria and I will send a postcard to Janice from the train station. No one else needs to know.”
But Peter dithered. He looked frightened and chilled and Alison was forced to play her last card.
“If you don’t come with me, I will go anyway. I will leave you and you’ll never see me again.”
It was a bluff and Alison prayed that Peter wouldn’t realise it. Whatever happened, she couldn’t go without him. If he refused, she would stay, no matter what would happen to them. But to her relief Peter nodded and picked up the suitcases. They were a sorry sight, Alison thought in the cab. Peter still in yesterday’s clothes, rumpled after being slept in, and she had forgotten to comb her hair. But it was still early morning and most people who moved about looked sleepy and not particularly observant.
Once, in school, she had been on a school trip to a little village in Cornwall. She hadn’t enjoyed it and never been anywhere near the place again, so it was there she had decided that they should go. No one would know where they had gone, and she was sure that no one could figure it out.
She watched Peter as the train left the station. He he looked very unwell, pale and with dark circles underneath in his eyes. She looked down on her hands and realised she must have lost weight. Her wedding bands were loose, and she closed her fist, suddenly afraid the rings would slip away from her finger. And as they left London she could only think one thing over and over.
“Is this enough? Will this be enough?”
