This is an AU of _Keeper of Traken_...no Ainley!Master:
Nyssa was done her tending for the day, and was about to walk away from the statue, when –
“Clever girl.”
“Who said that?” she asked, looking all around, seeing nobody.
Answered the statue, “Walk around me,” she was instructed.
“Okay,” Nyssa said, and walked a circle around the statue. Found nobody there. “Now where are you?” standing before the object.
And before her very eyes, a man emerged from the statue. Or ‘emerge’ was a pale shadow of what he did – step through the solid-looking object, his edges shimmering until he was fully departed from it.
“You’re hurt!” Nyssa exclaimed, and wrapped her arms gingerly around him, walking him to a bed where he could be properly tended to.
He permitted the manhandling, but once they were got to a bed, he gripped her arms by the wrists. “And what of you?” the Master asked.
“What of me?” she asked, puzzled.
“What do you want?”
“I want for nothing.”
“Good. But I did not ask what you want for – I asked what you want.” A deliberate pause to ensure she understood, “I can read your mind, if need be. So can the Doctor.”
She gaped.
Not my intended reaction. Still… “Envy, in a small measure. And of the one who had tended me before your appointment.” Finding what he was looking for, the Master used it to guide him as he kissed Nyssa on a very sensitive spot of the Traken lady’s face – more hormonally-charged than the lips of a human.
Soon enough they had collapsed onto the bed, Nyssa never stopping her tending to him, though, not wanting him to be harmed.
“But what about -?” Nyssa started to ask, only to be shushed. “She’s tended your – to your -” ship? base? refugia?
“She is a tool,” the Master soothed her, whispering to her. “You are more.”
“Thank you,” she said.
- {and my Morden muse finally shows up} :) Requests: Sarah Jane Smith/Maria's dad, Group Captain Gilroy/Liz Shaw.
Nyssa/Master (not Ainley)
Nyssa was done her tending for the day, and was about to walk away from the statue, when –
“Clever girl.”
“Who said that?” she asked, looking all around, seeing nobody.
Answered the statue, “Walk around me,” she was instructed.
“Okay,” Nyssa said, and walked a circle around the statue. Found nobody there. “Now where are you?” standing before the object.
And before her very eyes, a man emerged from the statue. Or ‘emerge’ was a pale shadow of what he did – step through the solid-looking object, his edges shimmering until he was fully departed from it.
“You’re hurt!” Nyssa exclaimed, and wrapped her arms gingerly around him, walking him to a bed where he could be properly tended to.
He permitted the manhandling, but once they were got to a bed, he gripped her arms by the wrists. “And what of you?” the Master asked.
“What of me?” she asked, puzzled.
“What do you want?”
“I want for nothing.”
“Good. But I did not ask what you want for – I asked what you want.” A deliberate pause to ensure she understood, “I can read your mind, if need be. So can the Doctor.”
She gaped.
Not my intended reaction. Still… “Envy, in a small measure. And of the one who had tended me before your appointment.” Finding what he was looking for, the Master used it to guide him as he kissed Nyssa on a very sensitive spot of the Traken lady’s face – more hormonally-charged than the lips of a human.
Soon enough they had collapsed onto the bed, Nyssa never stopping her tending to him, though, not wanting him to be harmed.
“But what about -?” Nyssa started to ask, only to be shushed. “She’s tended your – to your -” ship? base? refugia?
“She is a tool,” the Master soothed her, whispering to her. “You are more.”
“Thank you,” she said.
-
{and my Morden muse finally shows up} :)
Requests: Sarah Jane Smith/Maria's dad, Group Captain Gilroy/Liz Shaw.