027 [accidental video]

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[When the screen first pops on, all that can be seen is a black nose. There's some sniffing at the camera, before the owner of said nose sits back--it's Koschei the kitten, who appears to have turned on the PCD by himself.

Another thing of note on the screen is in the corner of the image, where the Master can be seen sitting on a bed, holding a blood soaked rag to his ankle. He's talking to himself, clearly not amused.]

Who puts a bloody bear trap in the middle of the damned street.

[Koschei looks back at the Master before turning back to the camera, staring at it pointedly until it times out.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

It was hidden under a pile of leaves. [Goddamnit who turned the PCD on...]

[video]

[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

I'm...oh Master. [There's a sigh, then the screen goes dark as the Doctor turns his PCD off.]

[video -> offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[...What. ...whatever. The Master gives his PCD a belated glare before shutting it off and going back to trying to clean his wound.

Stupid Doctor.]

[offline]

[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[Stupid Master. The Doctor huffs, borrowing some equipment from Sarah Jane before bidding her a hasty goodbye and heading back home.

He opens the door without announcement or forewarning, arms full of bandages and whatnot, to find the Master on the couch. The kittens mew their greetings, but the Doctor's too worried preoccupied to answer just yet.]

You're welcome Master, now let me see it.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[What in the-- He wasn't exactly expecting the Doctor to come home. Not this quickly, anyway. He looks up for a moment, giving him a tired glare.]

I can handle a simple wound on my own, thank you very much.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor just gives him a Look and sits down on the couch, tugging the Master's injured ankle into his lap. He's taking care of you whether you like it or not.]

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Ow--watch it, you clumsy idiot! [So says the man who walked into a bear trap.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

You're a Time Lord. You'll heal. [Paraphrasing what the Master said to him when he broke his nose, but considerably colder.

He works in silence, cleaning the wound with...well, he's not really sure what it is, but Sarah Jane offered it, so it's probably not lethal. He's not exactly practiced at this, but he's doing his best.]

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[He winces slightly because it still hurts, damnit, and the Doctor is a tad clumsy as usual.]

...Why are you here?

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

I live here. [Usually he'd apologize, but not now. He's all business. Cold and disconnected. He reaches down for a roll of gauze and lifts the Master's ankle up in order to wrap it properly. The tenderness of his actions completely undermine the stiffness and formality of his demeanor and speech.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

You know what I'm talking about, Doctor. [His own voice is surprisingly demure despite his bitterness.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't answer, instead wrapping the Master's ankle gently until he's satisfied. He cuts off the gauze and tapes it in place.]

And your hands. Let me see those.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Answer me. [Still, he holds out his hands, fingers also cut and bleeding due to his prying of the trap off of him.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[He takes one hand in between both of his own, tracing his fingers gently around where the Master's cut himself. He begins to repeat the process for each injured finger.]

Because you're hurt.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I could easily have taken care of dressing the wounds myself.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[There's a disbelieving snort at that. The pad of his thumb strokes lightly over the Master's palm before he releases his hand and begins to treat the other.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[He absentmindedly chews at his lip. Honestly, he's still upset at the Doctor storming off without giving him a chance to explain himself. Okay, so he would have been lying off his ass anyway, but that wasn't the point.

Logic. The Master has it.]

You're far too much of a sap for your own good.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[He's quiet for a moment, choosing instead to carefully wrap up the Master's ring finger.]

I take care of my own. I try to, anyway.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Your own? Am I supposed to belong to you now, then?

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[He deliberately presses down on one of the deeper cuts, a flash of irritation crossing his face.]

No. I just meant...

Never mind. It doesn't matter.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Ow. ...And yes, Doctor, it does matter. What did you mean?

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

I don't even know. [He finishes bandaging up the other hand and holds it for a bit longer than necessary before releasing it.]

There. All done.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

...Mm.

[His next words are incredibly quiet, muttered, almost inaudible.]

...Thank you.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor was just about to stand up and go to his room before the Master spoke, and then he froze.]

...What did you say?

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to repeat myself.