| Date: 20 January 2008
Characters: Rose Tyler, The Master Location: library Link to IJ: thread #42419 |
 "I just want to go home," Rose groaned, not even looking at who she was sitting down next to as she frankly flopped down. |
 "You could actually look where you're sitting, instead of disturbing me at my reading." The Master looked over the top of the book she had gotten out of the library on human anatomy, studying the young woman who'd sat on the other end of the couch she'd appropriated earlier. Blonde hair, dyed, jeans, hoodie. Human, probably, maybe from the late twentieth or early twenty-first century. |
| "Could. Probably won't help," she glared slightly at the woman who reminded her...way too much of one of her teachers from school, then flopped back. |
| The Master closed the book, filing away the page number she was on, raising an eyebrow at the glare from the young woman. "Oh, I don't know. Being polite can bring many things that being rude does not. And avoid other issues that such behavior as you displayed could bring up." |
| "You teach school, don't you?" Rose peeked open one eye. |
| "No." The Master's upper lip curled into a sneer. "I don't like children or those of limited perception. And unfortunately, the rest of my kind are all rather dead, thanks to an idiot with delusions of saving the universe." |
| "The rest of your what?" |
| "My kind, my people, my peers." The Master sighed, and gave her a pitying look. "I'm a Time Lord, child. Do you know what a Time Lord is?" |
| "Yeah, all dead," she rolled her eyes, "Except the Doctor, and you're not him so try another line." |
| "The Doctor?" The Master gave the girl a look of utter disgust. "That idiot destroyed Gallifrey, of course I'm not her. Or him. Since clearly you're accustomed to a male Doctor." The Master tilted her chin up a little, looking down her nose with a cold expression. "I'm the Master. Which of the Doctor's generally pathetic companions are you?" |
| "The Master. Seriously, the Master? Even though you're a woman? Freud talked about that, you know." |
| The Master regarded the girl silently for a long moment, her voice quiet when she spoke. "Is there a problem with my name, child?" |
| "Besides your penis envy problems, it's just egotistical." |
| The Master's lips twitched, and she shook her head. "Oh, child, not everything is about sex or gender." She leaned forward, her gaze fixed firmly on the girl's. "And it's hardly any more egotistical than the Doctor, thinking she can fix space and time." |
| "Yeah, well he does it." |
| "I doubt he does any better than she does." The Master leaned back against the arm of the couch she had been earlier, waving a dismissive hand. "Saves a planet here, a handful of lesser species there, and thinks he's making a difference. Nothing, child, in the grand scheme of things. Nothing enough to make up for what he's destroyed." |
| "Save a hundred planets a thousand times doesn't make up for losing one?" |
| "Losing one?" The Master snorted. "She destroyed Gallifrey. She could have destroyed the Daleks without doing that, and she knew it. She didn't just loose one planet, she threw it away. Like so much rubbish." The Master's lips curled up in a disgusted sneer. "She causes trouble and walks away, never looks back. Destroys lives and people and civilizations, and never cares to clean up her mess. No, saving a few planets with a handful of lesser species does not make up for her mistakes." |
| "You're wrong. The Doctor wouldn't destroy something if he could save it," she said, quietly confident. |
| "I'm sure yours wouldn't." The Master abruptly switched tactics, wanting more than anything at the moment to find some way to get to this girl, and break her view of the Doctor. "Perhaps yours was better than mine. After all, I thinking of the one I know, and she's... really not the paragon that you believe yours is. That, for all that I know, yours might be." |
| "He is. I'm sorry yours is defective." Rose said defensively. |