Professor Keller
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scripsiMy evil plot bunny decided to breed and I had to get up at midnight to plot the story out and write this prologue. I’m sleepy today!
Title: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; none. For the fic on the whole; mind games, BDSM, character death.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: This fic is sprung from thinking of how the Master got the resources for his scheme in The Mind of Evil. And what do the most evil being in the universe do for fun when he is not plotting world domination? He can’t read books all the time after all. And then I thought of The Time Monster where the Master seems to enjoy to seduce Queen Galleia, rather than using mind control. And somewhere there I got a plot bunny.
This is not a happy fic, the Master is evil, after all. The rating and the warnings may change. I do have the whole story mapped out, but I thought I would try to build it slower than I usually do. There will be het and slash, but I’m not sure how explicit it will be. We’ll see. Constructive criticism is very welcome.
The first time Alison heard about Professor Keller she wasn’t even listening properly. Later when everything had fallen apart she thought that there really should have been some kind of bad omen the first time you heard the name of the person who would destroy your life. But she was busy applying eyeliner and thinking of which earrings she should wear for the party and didn’t pay much attention to Peter burbling away in the bedroom. Eventually he lost patience over her lack of response and came into the bathroom.
“Are you listening to me at all, honey?”
“Yes. I mean no. You said something about a professor something.”
“Keller, Emil Keller. He is Swiss, I believe. I’m sure I told you that I met him the other day? Or did I forgot? Anyway, you will meet him tonight. He is this really brilliant scientist, and he has some very interesting ideas-“
“In need of funding, I suppose?”
“Why, yes.”
Alison looked at her husband’s image in the mirror. He grinned a bit sheepishly and she thought, not for the first time, that her late father-in-law hadn’t made it easy for his son. The senior Mr. Grey had worked hard to earn his wealth, and he had loved Peter a lot. But he had managed to both spoil his son and make him feel useless for being born with a silver spoon in the mouth, which was good for complexes but not much else. And then he had gone and died when Peter was just twenty, leaving him with more money than he knew what to do with and an earnest, if sometime misguided, wish to be useful.
“I promise, Alison, this time it’s for real. He has this great idea on how to reform criminals. Isn’t that a worthwhile pursuit, say?”
She smiled at him and he bounded over to her and flung an arm around her shoulders. “You’ll see, you will meet him tonight. He is very charming.”
Alison laughed and stretched up a hand and tugged at one of his blond curls. “Well, I’m sure you are right. Now, which earrings do you think I should take; the pearls or the rubies?”
She wasn’t so sure that she found Professor Keller so charming, when they finally met, though. He turned out to be a very well-dressed man in his fifties with a greying dark hair and beard and a rather lovely voice. He was exquisitely polite, taking her hand and kissed it and pronounced himself entranced, but he also had very strange hooded eyes. They had an odd hazel colour and a penetrating gaze that seemed to see too much and Alison felt more intimidated than anything else. Shortly after the introduction she was whisked away by a couple of friends and she didn’t speak to either Peter or Professor Keller for the rest of the evening. She noticed that they did talk a lot, both obviously deeply entranced with their conversation..
“So, what did you think?” Peter asked in the taxi home.
Alison shrugged, unwilling to say anything negative.. “I don’t know. We didn’t say many words to each other, after all.”
“Well, he complimented me for my beautiful wife, anyway. And I asked him to come to our cocktail party next weekend. You will like him when you get a chance to talk.”
And Alison, who wouldn’t call her lack of enthusiasm foreboding until several months in the future, sleepily agreed with him.
Title: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; none. For the fic on the whole; mind games, BDSM, character death.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: This fic is sprung from thinking of how the Master got the resources for his scheme in The Mind of Evil. And what do the most evil being in the universe do for fun when he is not plotting world domination? He can’t read books all the time after all. And then I thought of The Time Monster where the Master seems to enjoy to seduce Queen Galleia, rather than using mind control. And somewhere there I got a plot bunny.
This is not a happy fic, the Master is evil, after all. The rating and the warnings may change. I do have the whole story mapped out, but I thought I would try to build it slower than I usually do. There will be het and slash, but I’m not sure how explicit it will be. We’ll see. Constructive criticism is very welcome.
The first time Alison heard about Professor Keller she wasn’t even listening properly. Later when everything had fallen apart she thought that there really should have been some kind of bad omen the first time you heard the name of the person who would destroy your life. But she was busy applying eyeliner and thinking of which earrings she should wear for the party and didn’t pay much attention to Peter burbling away in the bedroom. Eventually he lost patience over her lack of response and came into the bathroom.
“Are you listening to me at all, honey?”
“Yes. I mean no. You said something about a professor something.”
“Keller, Emil Keller. He is Swiss, I believe. I’m sure I told you that I met him the other day? Or did I forgot? Anyway, you will meet him tonight. He is this really brilliant scientist, and he has some very interesting ideas-“
“In need of funding, I suppose?”
“Why, yes.”
Alison looked at her husband’s image in the mirror. He grinned a bit sheepishly and she thought, not for the first time, that her late father-in-law hadn’t made it easy for his son. The senior Mr. Grey had worked hard to earn his wealth, and he had loved Peter a lot. But he had managed to both spoil his son and make him feel useless for being born with a silver spoon in the mouth, which was good for complexes but not much else. And then he had gone and died when Peter was just twenty, leaving him with more money than he knew what to do with and an earnest, if sometime misguided, wish to be useful.
“I promise, Alison, this time it’s for real. He has this great idea on how to reform criminals. Isn’t that a worthwhile pursuit, say?”
She smiled at him and he bounded over to her and flung an arm around her shoulders. “You’ll see, you will meet him tonight. He is very charming.”
Alison laughed and stretched up a hand and tugged at one of his blond curls. “Well, I’m sure you are right. Now, which earrings do you think I should take; the pearls or the rubies?”
She wasn’t so sure that she found Professor Keller so charming, when they finally met, though. He turned out to be a very well-dressed man in his fifties with a greying dark hair and beard and a rather lovely voice. He was exquisitely polite, taking her hand and kissed it and pronounced himself entranced, but he also had very strange hooded eyes. They had an odd hazel colour and a penetrating gaze that seemed to see too much and Alison felt more intimidated than anything else. Shortly after the introduction she was whisked away by a couple of friends and she didn’t speak to either Peter or Professor Keller for the rest of the evening. She noticed that they did talk a lot, both obviously deeply entranced with their conversation..
“So, what did you think?” Peter asked in the taxi home.
Alison shrugged, unwilling to say anything negative.. “I don’t know. We didn’t say many words to each other, after all.”
“Well, he complimented me for my beautiful wife, anyway. And I asked him to come to our cocktail party next weekend. You will like him when you get a chance to talk.”
And Alison, who wouldn’t call her lack of enthusiasm foreboding until several months in the future, sleepily agreed with him.
