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Master
When we were young you used to talk about having a Tardis and spending our lives traveling through the vortex. A few centuries, many regenerations and several genocides later that fantasy has come true, although there aren't that many trips since you can't risk taking me anywhere. This isn't a home, it's a prison, as I like to remind you.
This isn't the first time I've been to prison because of you. You even used to come and visit me in that ridiculous Unit prison back in the 70s. And you loved it, didn't you? Having me in one place while you came and went as you pleased, treating me the same way you treat your stupid humans. At least this time you're stuck here with me.
I kiss you because I want you to stop talking, you were starting to get emotional and that always leads to boredom (our first kiss back in our Academy years on Gallifrey happened for exactly the same reason). You respond to me immediately, because you're lonely, so desperate for affection, for connection. And just as bored as I am.
I do the things I remember you used to like, it's kind of amazing how no matter how much your body and personality change from regeneration to regeneration I always manage to get the same reactions from you. You say you forgive me, I say I don't need or want your forgiveness, you say I have it anyway.
Sex happens more often after that. You want to take care of me, purge the evil from me one fuck at a time. You love to delude yourself, it's cute. Pathetic and ridiculous of course, but still cute. But sometimes when I want something different I talk about your old companions.
Jack Harkness and the lovely Martha Jones. Do you remember them? What would they say if they could see you now? So ready to give yourself completely to the monster who held them captive, who tortured them, who almost killed them. How you want me, how much you love me. Mentioning them when we're in bed (or on the Tardis console, or on the floor, or in your pool/library) is always fun, you get aggressive and emotional, your hatred for me present as much as your love.
You ask if I miss the Timelords, I say no with a smile. A bunch of boring bureaucrats, they got nothing more than they deserved. You used to think the same thing. I kiss you lightly and thank you for having exterminated them, you leave the room immediately shaken and I feel satisfied.
The first opportunity I get I'll escape this place and you, but until that opportunity arises I'll continue to enjoy the pleasures of this captivity, after all messing with your head is almost as fun as committing genocide. Almost.
Doctor
Sometimes the Tardis still lands in places without me giving it coordinates or commands to do so. This isn't that surprising, she always been a bit stubborn and full of its own will. The surprising thing is that since you came to live here I don't open the door, I don't go see what's going on outside. I put my beautiful girl back in the vortex and life continues to go on the same way as always.
"Poor little Doctor, wanting to go play outside, but he can't because he has to babysit the big bad Master." You say in an exaggeratedly childish tone that usually manages to irritate me, but not this time, because this sentence clearly shows that for a genius you can still be so thick sometimes. You still haven't realized that for me you're not an obligation, you're a choice.
One of the things that comes with being, well um... a genius is the ability to think of many different courses of action to take to get the result you want, and as for what could be done with you after the year that never happened there were many options. You could have been locked up in one of the Unit's prisons, I could have left you on some wild planet with no technology whatsoever, I could have turned you into a human and stored your consciousness in a pocket watch like I had when you were Yana, and most of all I could have killed you. Slowly or quickly, either way would have been fair, it would have been right. But I am not a fair and right man, at least not when it comes to you.
You have no intention of making things pleasant for me, I didn't expect it to be any different. Being the center of my life is not enough, you want to break me. That won't work, I was already broken long before I found you again, and no matter what you say or do I will still want you here.
You won't let me into your mind, you won't let me understand. When I tell you that I don't know what I would be without you, a smile appears on your lips and you say, "Probably still a virgin." When I ask about the noises inside your head, you just kiss me to try to change the subject, and I let it happen. I want to heal you, I want you to feel good, but the truth is that I don't have much hope that this will ever happen. You are here because I want you to, because I can't lose you again.
Before I knew that you had survived the war, the biggest clue to finding you again was when they told me that I wasn't alone. I didn't believe it at the time, but I believe it now because I can feel it, I am not alone and I won't give up on it.
Life is a series of choices and I am satisfied with mine.