Professor Keller; chapter 8
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scripsiTitle: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1563
Chapter: 8/12
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; character death.
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)
(Chapter 7: Possession)
He tossed some tatty compliment your way
I want you
And you were fool enough to love it when he said
"I want you"
I want you
The truth can't hurt you, it's just like the dark
It scares you witless
But in time you see things clear and stark
I want you
Go on and hurt me then we'll let it drop
I want you
I'm afraid I won't know where to stop
I want you
I'm not ashamed to say I cried for you
I want you
I want to know the things you did that we do too
I want you
I want to hear he pleases you more than I do
I want you
I might as well be useless for all it means to you
I want you
Did you call his name out as he held you down
I want you
In season the little Cornish village would bustle with tourists, but now, in the last throes of winter, the locals presided mostly undisturbed. Alison and Peter booked themselves into a small hotel which was almost empty and no one seemed much interested in them. The first few days they explored the village and the surrounding nature, unable to say anything to each other more than polite phrases about the weather, or the quality of the food. Alison looked at Peter’s well-known face and saw a stranger, someone she didn’t know how to speak to anymore. They had to talk but neither of them seemed to know how to start.
At night they lay side by side in bed with a careful distance between them so they wouldn’t accidently touch. Alison slept very little and when she did, she dreamt nightmares where she tried to hide from something and then woke up feeling alone and frightened. Peter slept badly too, but refused to talk about his dreams.
“Do you hear him in your sleep too?” she asked, but Peter shrugged.
“It’s just dreams.”
But Alison didn’t quite think it was.
On one of their walks along the sea, Alison finally found the courage to ask what had been haunting her ever since she saw Peter and the Master in the library;
“Do you love him?”
Peter stopped abruptly though he took several moments to answer.
“Perhaps. I don’t know.” He looked earnestly at her. “Not like I love you.”
They sat down on the cold sand and watched the grey sea. The waves rolled in, one after another and it was easier to look at them than at each other. After a long pause Peter continued, speaking in a slow and hesitant voice.
“But, yes, I think I loved him. Until that night in the library. Then, when I stood there, outside the door, I couldn’t believe I had left you there alone with him. I wanted to go back, but I couldn’t make myself. When he came out, and I saw you on the floor, I thought he had killed you. And he looked at me and told me it would have been kinder if I had obeyed him and hit you.”
Peter’s fingertips brushed against hers and she turned to look at him, but he was still staring at the water.
“Would it have been better for you if I had?”
“I think I would have preferred to be beaten black and blue, but not by you. Nothing could have been worse than you beating me.”
He nodded, without turning his head. “But before he hurt you… I can’t explain. It’s not men, it’s him. Only him, do you understand? It felt so fantastic to be with him, I felt like he gave me the world.”
And Alison knew what had happened even if it was painful to acknowledge. She had always been supportive of Peter’s need to do something worthwhile of his life, but she hadn’t really been interested. The Professor had come and not only figured out what Peter longed for, he had given it to him as well. He had understood and Peter had thought that meant he cared.
“You thought he loved you too.”
“Yes. Yes, I thought he did. Didn’t you love him?”
In his voice she could hear a hope she had felt the same. Perhaps he thought it would feel easier if she had. Alison took his hand, holding it tightly when she answered.
“No, I never did. I don’t know if that makes things better or not.”
There was another long silence between them; the only thing that could be heard was the sea and the wind. Alison thought it was not easier just because they had both done the same thing. Mutual betrayal didn’t make the treachery null and void. She didn’t doubt Peter loved her and she knew she loved him still, but she wasn’t sure they would be able to repair the damage done to them. But perhaps the fact they were finally talking was a first step to make it better. Without letting go of Peter’s hand and speaking as slowly as he had, she told him how the Professor had made her feel; spellbound, longing and excited. And how scared she had been and still was. Alison spoke and watched Peter watching the sea until she was finished. Then he finally turned his head, looking so sad it broke her heart.
“We haven’t done much to be proud over, have we?”
Still holding hands they returned to the hotel chilled and exhausted, but somehow they found they could talk with each other again. Their nightmares waned and sometimes the could even forget what had happened and everything felt perfectly normal between them. They even made love one night. It was uneasy and brittle, each touching the other as if they were afraid the touch would break something. Alison could feel the presence of the Master throughout it and she thought Peter did too, but it was also filled with love. Alison started to feel hopeful they would be able to mend it between them and Peter seemed happier.
But they couldn’t stay in their haven forever. Their abrupt flight had left a lot unsettled and bills needed to be paid. They talked about it and they decided to go back to London just to make certain they could go away again for an even longer period. They both felt it would be safest to travel far, to leave England for as long as they felt they needed to be safe again. So Peter called his solicitor to set up a meeting, and they returned to London with a good deal of reluctance and a mutual agreement to not stay any longer than they absolutely needed. Peter went to his meeting and Alison stayed home to pack their bags and make sure Maria would continue to look after the house in their absence.
It felt very strange to return home. Alison walked through the rooms feeling they didn’t belong to her anymore. The Master had been there and the memory of him had turned the house she had loved so much into a place that didn’t feel like a home anymore. The only thing she wanted was to leave again, and she nervously packed clothes and the few belongings she felt she needed. But long before she had finished with her tasks there was a call from the solicitor, asking why Peter hadn’t come to their meeting. Alison didn’t know what to do, she was certain Peter wouldn’t have done anything else than going straight to his meeting. She couldn’t imagine where he could have gone otherwise, and she didn’t dare to go out looking for him because he might come back any minute. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach and she couldn’t keep the worry away. Something must have happened to him, but surely someone would have contacted her by now if there had been an accident?
And then the Master came. Silent as a cat he walked into the living room just as Alison had decided she was going to go out to look for Peter after all. The sight of him was a shock that rendered her unable to talk or move. But he didn’t seem angry with her. Instead he took one of her hands in both of his and his voice was warm and concerned.
“Where have you been? I have been beside myself with worry. Your charming neighbour across the street was kind enough to call me when she saw you had returned and I came as soon as I could. I’m very glad to see you safely home again. But where is Peter?”
“I don’t know where he is!”
Everything poured out of her. She couldn’t help herself; despite it all she felt such a relief to tell the Professor. He would know what to do; he would take care of things. After listening he led her to a sofa and sat down with her.
“I’m sure there is no cause to worry. Peter probably met an old friend and forgot the time. He will turn up again any minute.”
Alison tried to recapture her hand, reminding herself what had happened the last time they met.
“Peter wouldn’t do that to me. He knows I would be worried.”
But the Professor didn’t let her go. Instead he made her look at him and when Alison tried to turn away he grasped her chin to hold her still.
“You always struggle so, little one. You have to agree with me your behaviour have been both reckless and inconsiderate. I ought to be very vexed with you, but seeing the state you are in, I suppose I will have to forgive you.”
And Alison looked into his eyes and nodded and agreed. She tried to pull herself together, but he sounded so reasonable and she found herself soothed by his demeanour. Curled up beside him she didn’t resist when he softly caressed her hair and spoke to her in a low voice. Alison relaxed and slipped into sleep with her head in his lap and she didn’t wake up until several hours later when the doorbell rang. Outside two policemen were standing, and they had come to tell her that Peter was dead.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1563
Chapter: 8/12
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; character death.
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)
(Chapter 7: Possession)
He tossed some tatty compliment your way
I want you
And you were fool enough to love it when he said
"I want you"
I want you
The truth can't hurt you, it's just like the dark
It scares you witless
But in time you see things clear and stark
I want you
Go on and hurt me then we'll let it drop
I want you
I'm afraid I won't know where to stop
I want you
I'm not ashamed to say I cried for you
I want you
I want to know the things you did that we do too
I want you
I want to hear he pleases you more than I do
I want you
I might as well be useless for all it means to you
I want you
Did you call his name out as he held you down
I want you
In season the little Cornish village would bustle with tourists, but now, in the last throes of winter, the locals presided mostly undisturbed. Alison and Peter booked themselves into a small hotel which was almost empty and no one seemed much interested in them. The first few days they explored the village and the surrounding nature, unable to say anything to each other more than polite phrases about the weather, or the quality of the food. Alison looked at Peter’s well-known face and saw a stranger, someone she didn’t know how to speak to anymore. They had to talk but neither of them seemed to know how to start.
At night they lay side by side in bed with a careful distance between them so they wouldn’t accidently touch. Alison slept very little and when she did, she dreamt nightmares where she tried to hide from something and then woke up feeling alone and frightened. Peter slept badly too, but refused to talk about his dreams.
“Do you hear him in your sleep too?” she asked, but Peter shrugged.
“It’s just dreams.”
But Alison didn’t quite think it was.
On one of their walks along the sea, Alison finally found the courage to ask what had been haunting her ever since she saw Peter and the Master in the library;
“Do you love him?”
Peter stopped abruptly though he took several moments to answer.
“Perhaps. I don’t know.” He looked earnestly at her. “Not like I love you.”
They sat down on the cold sand and watched the grey sea. The waves rolled in, one after another and it was easier to look at them than at each other. After a long pause Peter continued, speaking in a slow and hesitant voice.
“But, yes, I think I loved him. Until that night in the library. Then, when I stood there, outside the door, I couldn’t believe I had left you there alone with him. I wanted to go back, but I couldn’t make myself. When he came out, and I saw you on the floor, I thought he had killed you. And he looked at me and told me it would have been kinder if I had obeyed him and hit you.”
Peter’s fingertips brushed against hers and she turned to look at him, but he was still staring at the water.
“Would it have been better for you if I had?”
“I think I would have preferred to be beaten black and blue, but not by you. Nothing could have been worse than you beating me.”
He nodded, without turning his head. “But before he hurt you… I can’t explain. It’s not men, it’s him. Only him, do you understand? It felt so fantastic to be with him, I felt like he gave me the world.”
And Alison knew what had happened even if it was painful to acknowledge. She had always been supportive of Peter’s need to do something worthwhile of his life, but she hadn’t really been interested. The Professor had come and not only figured out what Peter longed for, he had given it to him as well. He had understood and Peter had thought that meant he cared.
“You thought he loved you too.”
“Yes. Yes, I thought he did. Didn’t you love him?”
In his voice she could hear a hope she had felt the same. Perhaps he thought it would feel easier if she had. Alison took his hand, holding it tightly when she answered.
“No, I never did. I don’t know if that makes things better or not.”
There was another long silence between them; the only thing that could be heard was the sea and the wind. Alison thought it was not easier just because they had both done the same thing. Mutual betrayal didn’t make the treachery null and void. She didn’t doubt Peter loved her and she knew she loved him still, but she wasn’t sure they would be able to repair the damage done to them. But perhaps the fact they were finally talking was a first step to make it better. Without letting go of Peter’s hand and speaking as slowly as he had, she told him how the Professor had made her feel; spellbound, longing and excited. And how scared she had been and still was. Alison spoke and watched Peter watching the sea until she was finished. Then he finally turned his head, looking so sad it broke her heart.
“We haven’t done much to be proud over, have we?”
Still holding hands they returned to the hotel chilled and exhausted, but somehow they found they could talk with each other again. Their nightmares waned and sometimes the could even forget what had happened and everything felt perfectly normal between them. They even made love one night. It was uneasy and brittle, each touching the other as if they were afraid the touch would break something. Alison could feel the presence of the Master throughout it and she thought Peter did too, but it was also filled with love. Alison started to feel hopeful they would be able to mend it between them and Peter seemed happier.
But they couldn’t stay in their haven forever. Their abrupt flight had left a lot unsettled and bills needed to be paid. They talked about it and they decided to go back to London just to make certain they could go away again for an even longer period. They both felt it would be safest to travel far, to leave England for as long as they felt they needed to be safe again. So Peter called his solicitor to set up a meeting, and they returned to London with a good deal of reluctance and a mutual agreement to not stay any longer than they absolutely needed. Peter went to his meeting and Alison stayed home to pack their bags and make sure Maria would continue to look after the house in their absence.
It felt very strange to return home. Alison walked through the rooms feeling they didn’t belong to her anymore. The Master had been there and the memory of him had turned the house she had loved so much into a place that didn’t feel like a home anymore. The only thing she wanted was to leave again, and she nervously packed clothes and the few belongings she felt she needed. But long before she had finished with her tasks there was a call from the solicitor, asking why Peter hadn’t come to their meeting. Alison didn’t know what to do, she was certain Peter wouldn’t have done anything else than going straight to his meeting. She couldn’t imagine where he could have gone otherwise, and she didn’t dare to go out looking for him because he might come back any minute. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach and she couldn’t keep the worry away. Something must have happened to him, but surely someone would have contacted her by now if there had been an accident?
And then the Master came. Silent as a cat he walked into the living room just as Alison had decided she was going to go out to look for Peter after all. The sight of him was a shock that rendered her unable to talk or move. But he didn’t seem angry with her. Instead he took one of her hands in both of his and his voice was warm and concerned.
“Where have you been? I have been beside myself with worry. Your charming neighbour across the street was kind enough to call me when she saw you had returned and I came as soon as I could. I’m very glad to see you safely home again. But where is Peter?”
“I don’t know where he is!”
Everything poured out of her. She couldn’t help herself; despite it all she felt such a relief to tell the Professor. He would know what to do; he would take care of things. After listening he led her to a sofa and sat down with her.
“I’m sure there is no cause to worry. Peter probably met an old friend and forgot the time. He will turn up again any minute.”
Alison tried to recapture her hand, reminding herself what had happened the last time they met.
“Peter wouldn’t do that to me. He knows I would be worried.”
But the Professor didn’t let her go. Instead he made her look at him and when Alison tried to turn away he grasped her chin to hold her still.
“You always struggle so, little one. You have to agree with me your behaviour have been both reckless and inconsiderate. I ought to be very vexed with you, but seeing the state you are in, I suppose I will have to forgive you.”
And Alison looked into his eyes and nodded and agreed. She tried to pull herself together, but he sounded so reasonable and she found herself soothed by his demeanour. Curled up beside him she didn’t resist when he softly caressed her hair and spoke to her in a low voice. Alison relaxed and slipped into sleep with her head in his lap and she didn’t wake up until several hours later when the doorbell rang. Outside two policemen were standing, and they had come to tell her that Peter was dead.
