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scripsiTitle: Nothing Interesting Ever Happens in Perivale
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teens and up
Word Count: 1532
Chapters: 1/? (Probably three chapters in all)
Characters: Sarah Jane Smith, Ainley!Master, the Third Doctor
Warnings: None
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.
Sarah Jane Smith had never heard of a place called Perivale until her editor asked her to go there. It seemed a lot of peculiar events had taken place there, ranging from several disappearances to murder and a string of cat mutilations. She had little luck in finding out more, as most people were reluctant to talk to her as soon as they realised she was a journalist. At long last she managed to interview one of the teenagers who has so mysteriously disappeared and returned, but found him oddly evasive. She knew there was a story worth pursuing here, but had almost resigned to not finding out more when the boy mentioned “the Doctor” and her interest peaked abruptly.
“The Doctor? A tall man with lots of teeth, curly hair and an absurd fashion sense?”
He shook his head.
“No, not at all. He was short and his teeth and hair looked ordinary. But he did have funny clothes. And he was Scottish.”
It didn’t sound like the Doctor she knew, but it had been years since she last saw him and he may not look like he used to anymore. She had already seen him regenerate once and the whole setup had a strong feel of the Doctor’s handiwork. And now he was gone again. He had been there, but when Sarah Jane finally found a clue to him, he was long gone. She swallowed her disappointment. It was so typical of him, but what was less typical was that the strange events hadn’t stopped after he had left. True, no one else had disappeared or been murdered, but someone, or was it something, still killed pets. It may be completely unconnected, but Sarah Jane didn’t think so.
She thanked her interviewee and took a short walk in the vicinity of a warehouse where the remains of a cat had been found just the day before. It was dingy and deserted and she was tired and a bit upset and soon went back to her car again.
“You smell of the Doctor,” a man said close to her ear.
Before she had time to react, someone slammed into her back, pushing her head first into a wall and held her there. Unrelenting fingers kept her still as her assailant pressed his face into her hair, nuzzled her neck and inhaled deeply. Then without releasing her, he took a step back.
“Yes, you definitely smell of the Doctor, but only faintly. You must be one of his discarded pets. Still, what an unexpected stroke of fortune for me.”
She was spun around and saw her attacker for the first time. He was a pale, dark-haired man of her own age with a lean bearded face. He was dressed in black clothes which were well cut and probably expensive, but they were also worn and dusty. And though he restrained her without difficulty, she got a strong impression he wasn’t in his full strength. His pale blue eyes burned with fever and there were dark patches underneath them as if he hadn’t slept for a long time. And, Sarah Jane realised, he wasn’t human at all, despite looking the part well enough. She also had an uncomfortable feeling that even if he knew about the Doctor, she didn’t think he was one of his friends. It was always so much more likely to run into someone the Doctor had peeved off.
“My name is Sarah Jane Smith”, she said, remembering a piece of advice someone at UNIT had given her a long time ago; always try to make an opponent see you as a person, not a disposable thing. “Who are you?”
He flashed her a smile which looked distinctly unassuring. “I am the Master. You have probably heard of me.”
She had. There had been files, volumes of files, about the Master at UNIT and she had read them all. He looked different so, she supposed he had regenerated too, but he was probably still as dangerous. Just her luck; when she finally ran into a Time Lord again, it wasn’t just the wrong Time Lord, but a deranged one.
“It’s so nice to know I’m not forgotten. And if you are Miss Smith, then you must be the one the Doctor picked up after the delightful Miss Grant. Which means you are known to UNIT. What an extraordinary piece of luck.”
“You keep tabs on who travels with the Doctor?”
“Of course I do. Knowledge is power, which I believe was just proven. Someone with a connection to UNIT is exactly what I need right now.”
He shifted his grip, so he only held one of her arms. “So, Sarah Jane Smith, it’s late and you should go home. I hope you don’t mind having a guest.”
Sara Jane didn’t protest, she nodded her head toward her car and he allowed her to lead the way back. As they walked she slowly got her free hand into her shoulder bag. She kept a small perfume spray there, just for occasions like this and she quickly pulled it out and aimed at his eyes. The Master howled and let go of her, and Sarah Jane elbowed him hard in the midriff and ran. But she didn’t get far, he snatched a hold of her coat and she stumbled and fell. She tried to roll away, but instead found herself on her back, staring up into the Master’s furious face.
“Do. Not. Ever. Run.” His voice had changed to a low growl and to Sarah Jane’s horror his eyes had changed too, from blue to molten gold. His lips drew back and sharp canines were exposed, teeth which she was sure had looked normal when he had smiled only a few minutes ago.
She froze, she had seen nothing like this before, and she was sure it was not something normal for Time Lords. There were something very wrong with him. For several seconds neither of them moved, then, to her relief, the Master's eyes returned to blue, he relaxed slightly and then he stood up, pulling Sarah Jane up with him.
“I don’t wish to hurt you Miss Smith. At the moment I need you alive, but I am not completely in control of my senses as I think you just noticed.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Something which is destroying me. I had hoped it would disappear when the source which caused it was destroyed, but it only seems to have slowed down somewhat. In short it makes me succumb to life’s basic urges. Like feeding. If you behave like a prey and run from me, I will hunt you. I may not be able to stop myself the next time. So for your own good, don’t provoke me.”
“And it makes you look like a cat?”
“A Cheetah. And believe me, it can get much worse.”
Sarah Jane drove home in silence, thinking frantically of what she could do to get away. She toyed with the idea of crashing the car, but decided against it. It was much more likely she would be badly hurt and not the Master. If K9 had been in full form, she could have relied on his laser. But he had not been his usual self lately and she had turned him off when she left home. For the moment it would be better to play along with the Master and hope an opportunity to escape would present itself.
At home the Master asked for food and Sarah Jane sat at her kitchen table and watched him devour most of the content in the fridge. He seemed starved and despite knowing who he was; she felt something close to pity for him. When he was finished, he looked at her washing machine.
“Am I right in thinking this is device for laundry? Show me how it works.”
Sarah Jane complied and then quickly looked away as the Master removed all his clothes. Mad Time Lord’s was one thing, having them naked was definitely too much. She busied herself with the washing machine, then turned around to met the Master’s amused eyes.
“You are most accommodating, Miss Smith. Can I trouble you with showing me your bathroom, please?”
To her relief she didn’t have to watch him take a bath too. Instead, he rummaged in her drawers until he found her scarves and tied her up in her bed instead. Sarah Jane made good use of his stay in the bathroom in trying to free herself, but only succeeded in making the knots tighter. Eventually he reemerged, only to fall into bed beside her. As far as Sarah Jane could tell, he was practically asleep before he hit the mattress. He didn’t even bother to turn off the light, and she watched him for a while. Sleeping he slipped in and out of his Cheetah form, spot coming and going on his skin. Sometimes he growled and snarled in his sleep, and his elongated teeth would show, or his nails turning into claws. It was disconcerting to say the least, but Sarah Jane was so exhausted by the day she eventually slept too, despite her company.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teens and up
Word Count: 1532
Chapters: 1/? (Probably three chapters in all)
Characters: Sarah Jane Smith, Ainley!Master, the Third Doctor
Warnings: None
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.
Sarah Jane Smith had never heard of a place called Perivale until her editor asked her to go there. It seemed a lot of peculiar events had taken place there, ranging from several disappearances to murder and a string of cat mutilations. She had little luck in finding out more, as most people were reluctant to talk to her as soon as they realised she was a journalist. At long last she managed to interview one of the teenagers who has so mysteriously disappeared and returned, but found him oddly evasive. She knew there was a story worth pursuing here, but had almost resigned to not finding out more when the boy mentioned “the Doctor” and her interest peaked abruptly.
“The Doctor? A tall man with lots of teeth, curly hair and an absurd fashion sense?”
He shook his head.
“No, not at all. He was short and his teeth and hair looked ordinary. But he did have funny clothes. And he was Scottish.”
It didn’t sound like the Doctor she knew, but it had been years since she last saw him and he may not look like he used to anymore. She had already seen him regenerate once and the whole setup had a strong feel of the Doctor’s handiwork. And now he was gone again. He had been there, but when Sarah Jane finally found a clue to him, he was long gone. She swallowed her disappointment. It was so typical of him, but what was less typical was that the strange events hadn’t stopped after he had left. True, no one else had disappeared or been murdered, but someone, or was it something, still killed pets. It may be completely unconnected, but Sarah Jane didn’t think so.
She thanked her interviewee and took a short walk in the vicinity of a warehouse where the remains of a cat had been found just the day before. It was dingy and deserted and she was tired and a bit upset and soon went back to her car again.
“You smell of the Doctor,” a man said close to her ear.
Before she had time to react, someone slammed into her back, pushing her head first into a wall and held her there. Unrelenting fingers kept her still as her assailant pressed his face into her hair, nuzzled her neck and inhaled deeply. Then without releasing her, he took a step back.
“Yes, you definitely smell of the Doctor, but only faintly. You must be one of his discarded pets. Still, what an unexpected stroke of fortune for me.”
She was spun around and saw her attacker for the first time. He was a pale, dark-haired man of her own age with a lean bearded face. He was dressed in black clothes which were well cut and probably expensive, but they were also worn and dusty. And though he restrained her without difficulty, she got a strong impression he wasn’t in his full strength. His pale blue eyes burned with fever and there were dark patches underneath them as if he hadn’t slept for a long time. And, Sarah Jane realised, he wasn’t human at all, despite looking the part well enough. She also had an uncomfortable feeling that even if he knew about the Doctor, she didn’t think he was one of his friends. It was always so much more likely to run into someone the Doctor had peeved off.
“My name is Sarah Jane Smith”, she said, remembering a piece of advice someone at UNIT had given her a long time ago; always try to make an opponent see you as a person, not a disposable thing. “Who are you?”
He flashed her a smile which looked distinctly unassuring. “I am the Master. You have probably heard of me.”
She had. There had been files, volumes of files, about the Master at UNIT and she had read them all. He looked different so, she supposed he had regenerated too, but he was probably still as dangerous. Just her luck; when she finally ran into a Time Lord again, it wasn’t just the wrong Time Lord, but a deranged one.
“It’s so nice to know I’m not forgotten. And if you are Miss Smith, then you must be the one the Doctor picked up after the delightful Miss Grant. Which means you are known to UNIT. What an extraordinary piece of luck.”
“You keep tabs on who travels with the Doctor?”
“Of course I do. Knowledge is power, which I believe was just proven. Someone with a connection to UNIT is exactly what I need right now.”
He shifted his grip, so he only held one of her arms. “So, Sarah Jane Smith, it’s late and you should go home. I hope you don’t mind having a guest.”
Sara Jane didn’t protest, she nodded her head toward her car and he allowed her to lead the way back. As they walked she slowly got her free hand into her shoulder bag. She kept a small perfume spray there, just for occasions like this and she quickly pulled it out and aimed at his eyes. The Master howled and let go of her, and Sarah Jane elbowed him hard in the midriff and ran. But she didn’t get far, he snatched a hold of her coat and she stumbled and fell. She tried to roll away, but instead found herself on her back, staring up into the Master’s furious face.
“Do. Not. Ever. Run.” His voice had changed to a low growl and to Sarah Jane’s horror his eyes had changed too, from blue to molten gold. His lips drew back and sharp canines were exposed, teeth which she was sure had looked normal when he had smiled only a few minutes ago.
She froze, she had seen nothing like this before, and she was sure it was not something normal for Time Lords. There were something very wrong with him. For several seconds neither of them moved, then, to her relief, the Master's eyes returned to blue, he relaxed slightly and then he stood up, pulling Sarah Jane up with him.
“I don’t wish to hurt you Miss Smith. At the moment I need you alive, but I am not completely in control of my senses as I think you just noticed.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Something which is destroying me. I had hoped it would disappear when the source which caused it was destroyed, but it only seems to have slowed down somewhat. In short it makes me succumb to life’s basic urges. Like feeding. If you behave like a prey and run from me, I will hunt you. I may not be able to stop myself the next time. So for your own good, don’t provoke me.”
“And it makes you look like a cat?”
“A Cheetah. And believe me, it can get much worse.”
Sarah Jane drove home in silence, thinking frantically of what she could do to get away. She toyed with the idea of crashing the car, but decided against it. It was much more likely she would be badly hurt and not the Master. If K9 had been in full form, she could have relied on his laser. But he had not been his usual self lately and she had turned him off when she left home. For the moment it would be better to play along with the Master and hope an opportunity to escape would present itself.
At home the Master asked for food and Sarah Jane sat at her kitchen table and watched him devour most of the content in the fridge. He seemed starved and despite knowing who he was; she felt something close to pity for him. When he was finished, he looked at her washing machine.
“Am I right in thinking this is device for laundry? Show me how it works.”
Sarah Jane complied and then quickly looked away as the Master removed all his clothes. Mad Time Lord’s was one thing, having them naked was definitely too much. She busied herself with the washing machine, then turned around to met the Master’s amused eyes.
“You are most accommodating, Miss Smith. Can I trouble you with showing me your bathroom, please?”
To her relief she didn’t have to watch him take a bath too. Instead, he rummaged in her drawers until he found her scarves and tied her up in her bed instead. Sarah Jane made good use of his stay in the bathroom in trying to free herself, but only succeeded in making the knots tighter. Eventually he reemerged, only to fall into bed beside her. As far as Sarah Jane could tell, he was practically asleep before he hit the mattress. He didn’t even bother to turn off the light, and she watched him for a while. Sleeping he slipped in and out of his Cheetah form, spot coming and going on his skin. Sometimes he growled and snarled in his sleep, and his elongated teeth would show, or his nails turning into claws. It was disconcerting to say the least, but Sarah Jane was so exhausted by the day she eventually slept too, despite her company.
