( The Siren )

Othering other. It took everything to try and not roll her eyes at the woman who joined them. Why the  guards were so idiotic to allow her to enter was beyond her! Then again, what could you possibly expect from war loomers? The least she could do was at least look at her as she entered. Funnily she managed to hate her more than before.

Just the air about her was infuriating. It reminded her  so much of those who stood by her own father’s side. In any sense she believed them to be the select few to believe they stood above any harm because of the power they held. What a laugh that could be if she was given the chance to prove this woman wrong.

The second the tea cup hit her husband’s head, The  Siren saw red. How dare she?! All these Lungbarrows  acted the same! They should know their place regardless of the House and Chapter they came from. And to be  treated like a child by simply having a finger in her face to hold her in place?! Ridiculous. Only when she heard  what this bitch of a woman wanted, she was all too glad the war loomer was surely dead. At least her husband  could have that glory over her head.

Instantly her gaze shifted to DB as he suddenly thought  he was untouchable now. It was enough to make her  scoff as she turned her icy gaze to him.

“Oh I don’t think so, DB,” She replied with a tight lipped smile. “You see, you admitted to not only being in line  with Ten, but to have a part in planning this little raid.  If anything, you deserve every bit of punishment to come your way for threatening not only all of those Time Lords’ lives, but even your Lord President. So the best thing you can do, is sit still and wait for this bitch kō nes póbel loomers to get her answer.”

Ronoa spun around when The Siren uttered the  word ‘bitch.’ She had some audacity to call her such things but she was a vile little creature in her mind. One could conclude how  disgraced Rassilon must have felt knowing their own daughter turned out to be such a barbarian. The title of time lady wasn’t suited for a woman like her.

A piercing gaze shot at The Siren, she paused to choose her words wisely. The woman was deeply brainwashed by the Master, as her brother once was. All of the events in the past six hundred years was due to that brainwashing. If she was going to strike any sort of cord with this woman she needed good ammunition.

“You know, I find it ever so interesting that you decided to marry Koschei of all people. A high council member would have been better suited but alas, you chose him. I wonder where your loyalties would lie if you found out where  the you from this universe is.” With gritted teeth, she held back from spilling the secrets she knew. There were so many she kept hidden. They were her weapons. Information was some- times far more powerful than any weaponry a being could create. Her family knew that all too well. “Or do you think  you never existed? I can assure you that you did and the reason for your lack of presence now has everything to do with your husband.”

Figuring her small mind needed time to let that sink in she turned her attention back to The Master. He still had not answered her question. Maybe he needed a  bit of clarification. Baylor was amongst the soon to be executed. There was a chance he thought she meant him. “Daryl–Soldier three hundred and six; Where is he? I know where Baylor is but he is not with him.”

"I've done nothing wrong," DB responded flatly. It must have come off odd. He admitted to an attack and conspiring with Ten. Those were horrible crimes without context. "Are we all going to ignore the very reason Ten gained his position of power and subsequently lost it? On the day of the great arena flooding our former Lord President Raxaphan named Ten as his successor and later Ten was voted in as Lord President in our pointlessly rigged election. He named The Master his Vice president soon after. It was The Master who claimed Ten set the MMBW Virus loose in the Lungbarrow house that forced Ten on the run. About four hundred years later our fine boys in the High Council concluded that Ten did nothing of the sort. That the only other creator of the Virus besides The Master was likely the perpetrator of the attack. I think his code name is Ion. Now the point of this long, drawn-out backstory is that Ten is still our Lord president and you know what that makes you?" He pointed at The Master, swaying slightly as he did so. "An interim Lord President. Nothing more, nothing less! I was merely doing what was in the best interest of our Lord President."

It was a long shot with a lot of holes but it was worth a shot. The plan he came up with on the spot was to temporarily delay any sort of torture. He could handle quite a bit but he had no idea how far The Siren would go. Add on the fact that the The Master was threatening his children and it was not looking good. He needed more time to come up with a better plan.

As soon as he finished his speech it seemed Ronoa had one of her own. He could tell she hoped The Siren would turn her back to The Master but DB didn't have any hope in that. The worst he imagined would happen was some anger towards The Master. There was far too much power being the Lord President's wife to just give up over old stories. They were not even truly about her.

(The Siren)

Now that was interesting. She couldn’t tell if it was a sense of remorse, or terror that made DB look so hurt. Choosing to save people was never  an enjoyable task, but his actions still stood. His people acted as they always did, and the humans of his universe remained in ashes. Or lack of ashes as the case may be. It would be  such a sad tale if she even had the slightest bit of pity for him.

While she still felt such anger toward DB, it was a shock to hear her dearest husband put her on  the same pedestal he stood. She ruled the planet with him. No one else, but he apparently was far more trusting of her than she expected.

She could only blink in astonishment at first. Today clearly was a whirlwind of events, and  showed no signs of stopping. For the first time since she entered the room, she was speechless! Here she believed her rather barbaric ways of  torment were never to be seen on this planet, and he just handed her the opportunity of a lifetime.

”Are you sure you want me to, my dear?” Her gaze shifted from The Master to lock onto DB. Already the wheels were turning to figure out the best way to  break him. Scanning him for what damages would have been done. If The Master did everything he could in his power, she knew that only left a small selection of choices.

”Because if you want me to,” she continued. “I need to know what you’ve already done to him, and what  cannot be done. Wouldn’t want to take out an eye or burn some skin if it would be a problem.”

A glee lit in her eyes as she smiled at DB. She could prove she wasn’t entirely a “scary psycho wife.” She  did have standards after all. It took quite a form of concentration to plan instead of raging into murder. Luckily for her she knew two aspects that pained him so dearly. 

“You won’t be touching a hair on his head,” Ronoa proclaimed to announce her presence. For some time now she stood in the doorway, watching the interactions between the three people in the room. The guards had let her pass without protest. Even they knew who she was but it seemed the Lord President needed reminding.

There was something authoritative about the way she walked into the room. Her graceful strides and head held high showed she knew exactly the kind of power she held. Each one of the others in the room held titles but none of them truly had the actual power. That was gained by Ronoa at the start.

“Since we are playing the ‘you’ve forgotten game’ let me remind you, Koschei; You may have the title but it's I that truly rules the inner working of this planet.” Bluntness; The only way she knew the Master would understand her. Dancing around things or throwing out idle threats would get her nowhere with this time lord.

As she made her way to the table in the room, she spotted a cup of tea. 'What a waste,’ she thought. The amber liquid starting to get cold caused her disgust. One had to make use of it somehow and luckily, Ronoa knew exactly what to do. She picked the cup up and strolled over to the Lord President. He seemed to be doing his own scanning not unlike what his wife was doing to DB moments before.

With a warm smile, she paused in front of him. It was seemingly innocent but within mere seconds the cup collided with the Master’s skull, shattering on impact. She watched as the tea mixed with the orange-tinged blood that dripped down his temple.  It was a sight she could amusingly look at for hours but she knew the Siren probably wasn’t as amused.  She held her finger out in the woman’s direction to stop her from approaching. This didn’t concern her.

           “Where’s my son?”

The first surprise he felt was The Siren's reaction to The Master's request. It seemed she wasn't as impulsive as he figured. There was some control in her after all. That was good for him or at least he hoped. There was no telling what she would do once she got her bearings.

The next surprise came in the form of an unexpected guest. Ronoa. The richest woman on the planet and the one with the most influence. He had figured after the raid she would have gone back to the Lungbarrow house but there she was, standing in the doorway with pure anger in her eyes.

When she proceeded to smash the tea up upon the Master's head he felt a wave of shock and a tiny bit of amusement. Violence was rarely the answer. He tried to avoid it but at that moment it was a bit funny. Tea as a weapon. That was so her.

"RONOA! That's a relief. For a moment I thought ol' stabby wife was going to get--" He motioned with his hands what he figured stabbing was like. "All stabby."

( The Master )

( Beloved Wife  The Siren)

It almost seemed fitting to let DB hold any control in this  situation. Let him blab on about meaningless facts all the while planning her own response. Of course, it slightly  surprised her to think The Master would allow her to have  her traditional fun. His ways were so different from her own, she assumed he’d want to follow Gallifreyan protocol. Unfortunately, the simple fact DB constructed the mind probe prevented one of the easier options from being used.

Her eyes followed him like a hawk as he came to their  side of the table. For now she would remain silent, listening  to information she never knew. How could she? The creation of Gallifrey II wasn’t something she ever imagined The Master or DB having anything to do with. Then again, it made all the more sense as DB spoke. Who else would bring Gallifrey’s  salvation than them? Her attention soon changed gears as  soon as he uttered just a few more words.

“It’s alright, sweetheart, you’re rebelling against your father.”

Her jaw clenched as she tried to hold back her tongue. How  dare he speak of her that way!? She could take the jabs of  her lack of impulse control, if given the chance she would  prove him wrong, but to reduce her actions to that of a mere child?! Her life was more than just living in his shadow of  accomplishments and failures! She conquered empires and  destroyed civilizations all for her pleasure of proving she was something so much more. A force to be reckoned with, yet  he treated her like a child. Oh how she loathed the way people knew of her life without her permission! She wanted to keep it hidden and exist more than just Rassilon’s child, but no. Her  existence always revolved around the same thing, while she  knew nothing of him.

She waited until he finished his little rant, seething in burning hot rage that wanted to crack to the surface. Sure enough he had been involved in the raid, what a surprise! At least that fact could be taken without force, but the other? He held information  that her Lord President desired more than anything. He had one  card up his sleeve the whole time that kept his usefulness in the balance. Maybe that was what finally set her off to try and take her own jab at him.

“I have far better control over my impulses than you think,” she finally snapped, standing from her chair. Her hands pressed against the table with a gaze set to kill. “Aethena lasted this long in my presence, and I never harmed a hair on her head. She was better off staying put here, but you? You brought in this damned raid of  evolved monkeys with guns. People died because of your poor choices, and you expect apes’ actions to be better than what was bound to happen? You can tease me on facts you don’t even know, and you can flaunt how important you are, but one thing stands clear. I’m not the one who signed her death warrant, am I?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” He snapped back. “I saw you… When your universe was crumbling around you and you had that hard choice of choosing whom the save. You chose Gallifrey. After all those years of traveling with those stunted little apes you chose the people on this plant right–” He tapped the table in front of him. “here” A second tap. “right” A third tap. “Now” With a final tap of the table, he stood up, casually walking around DB that was still trying to intimidate him by getting a bit too close.

“Besides! I would imagine by now you would have learned that I don’t leave any stones unturned. Do you REALLY think David is the sole reason I’ve kept you captive all these years? DAVID?! That little whiney time tot was merely a pawn to dethrone The Doctor.” He stifled a chuckle. Losing David had no impact on anything he was doing. It was almost sad to The Master that DB thought otherwise. He thought more of the man. After all, he was a parallel version of Ten.

“They do have the same face after all,” He continued, “I wonder…Have you checked on Adric lately? Rodage? Jelpax? What about precious little Evie? oooOOooo, she was the one that The Interfector shot, wasn’t she? Poor girl; She seems to be destined for death.

–I–no, we–” He smiled at his wife. “Rule this entire planet, including everyone that inhabits it and you, YOU, my dear old friend, are only alive because you have information I want. Darling.” He turned his gaze back to the Siren. After so many years of ruling on his own, he wanted her input. It was important to him, even if her ways were very unconventional to the average Gallifreyan Society.  “Do you think you can help me obtain this information? I’ve grown VERY tired of his presence.”

Green eyes shut tight as The Master spoke of one of the darkest days of his life. There was so much loss; So much heartbreak. From that day on he had felt displayed. Ten's universe wasn't home. He lost that in a blink of an eye.

The choice he made haunted him. He wanted to save everyone but that was never an option. Ever since then he felt as though he made a grave mistake. Every Gallifreyan he saved took their life for granted. They continued to act in a way that proved why keeping them locked away from the universe was important. The last great time war destroyed his people.

"And you've seemed to have forgotten how much of a big, BIG mistake it is to use the people I love against me." His compliance with The Master was far more complicated than keeping all his children safe. He could easily outwit the man and still keep them safe. But he needed to remain where he was for the sake of the entire universe. "My children are not your pawns, Master, and  you're going to be VERY sorry you thought they were."

Spinning on the heel of his foot, he faced The Siren. The anger in his eyes softening far more than it was towards The Master. What lingered was a look of smugness.

( The Master )

The Master sat across from The Doctor still baffled by the plans conspired against him behind his back. He’d made a grievous mistake in thinking he had at least one doctor completely under his control. Beyond DB taking a fancy to Aethena, he had followed every one of his rules. Maybe that should have been a red flag. The Doctor, a man who spent his entire life going against rules, willingly followed his own. As he looked at it now it was very suspicious.

His ignorance caused the death of several good time lords, the embarrassment of being seen as a leader that couldn’t protect his people, and his wife–his poor wife was injured. A glare formed on his face as he pondered that. For a man that kept saying harming those he loved to get to him was bad, he certainly didn’t care to do the same to his own enemies. The Siren wasn’t what you’d call ‘good’ but she had done absolutely nothing to DB or anyone in this endless war. She was by definition an innocent bystander. All he could think at that moment was how hypocritical DB truly was.

“Shut up,” the master snapped back at DB’s request. It was downright insulting to play around with human quotes after what just happened. “We are waiting for my wife.” Maybe when she arrived he’d allow her to do what she truly loved to do. The Doctor needed to be punished after all.

The Siren remained in a mix of emotions regarding the  events occurring at the raid. The concern came first by the simple fact her dear husband’s life had been on the line. With all those guards and precautions set to protect him, they remained in vain at that moment. She did not dare think what may have happened if she was not in that area with him. 

The fury came next by the fact she had been shot. While her actions saved her husband the danger of regenerating or gaining someone else’s regenerating energy, it still left a sour taste in her mouth. She could have been worse off than a bullet wound  to her pelvis. At any sense she could have been dead like all those other Time Lords in that were in that box. Apparently luck was on her side for that one.

Finally, rage came from the loss of her own TARDIS. Not one person seemed to know where Aethena was, and she feared the  worse of the situation. The fucking bitch ran off as soon as she saw an opening instead of staying put like the good little machine she  should have been. It was hard enough to keep her in check with  that human form of hers, but this? This she never anticipated happening after all the damage they had done together. The question now became whether or not she could locate her or if she was off dead somewhere. Of course, only one person would have an answer to that question.

It had been an hour or two at best that kept The Siren away. She would be damned if she remained in that bloody outfit or have any ounce of blood on her person. Removing those painful facts took time and effort. Not to mention her own vanity intended to get in the way of appearance. Should anyone see her, she intended to appear as though nothing had happened at all. Best to show off her strength in situations like these. However, she never anticipated being asked to join her husband for questioning. At least, that was what she believed it to be. What else did he intend to do to that troublesome Time Lord in a boring room? He was better off being locked away somewhere that no one could hear him scream.

Determination lit her eyes as she finally entered the room.She took a single moment to look at DB, holding her head high as though he was lesser than her. In this situation, he was. If he had been the one to cause this, which she truly believed, then he failed in the simple act she was still living. Now she only remained hellbent on revenge of some sort.

“Has he said anything remotely important?” She asked, turning her gaze to The Master. She held no hesitation in joining him on his side of the table. Better stay by his side as she always should than standing awkwardly in the doorway.

DB gave The Siren a friendly wave with his handcuffed hands when she entered the room. The fact she stuck her nose up to her didn't deter him from being friendly for now. With her seated, he slapped the table like to announce the start of the meeting. "Now then! This is usually is the moment you mind probe the suspect but you must know I created that probe. You can't use it on its creator. That means you're planning on using your super 'scary,' psycho wife. Good plan, in theory, terrible plan if executed."

Standing, he walked halfway around the table on The Master's side. It was just the three of them in the room but he knew eyes were keenly on them. If he did anything funny they guards would come running so it was a good thing he had no plans to do anything. "I am sure you're unaware considering we wiped our faces from the minds of any and all time lords but I am one of the founders of this planet. Now, come on. A bit of history for you. As founder Terminus, I brought 80% of the current population to this planet. They don't know that consciously, yes, but on a SUBCONSCIOUS level the reason they are fond of me is that I am their hero. They LOVE me. Harming or killing me would leave you with a mutiny. Now, do you know why I said your plan is terrible in execution? Because she has no impulse control. You let her loose, she'll take it one step too far. She doesn't know better! She loves blood and guts and all that ugly stuff."

He looked towards The Siren with faux sympathy. "It's alright, sweetheart, you're rebelling against your father." In one fell swoop, he managed to hit The Siren with two blows. The sentence pointed out her issues with her father but also reduced her to a toddler having a tantrum. "But okay, you got me. I did plan the raid. The guns--Those were not in my plan. unlike me, the rebels do not mind shooting people. It couldn't have been helped." Pausing, he studied The Master's face. The expression upon it was what he expected. The Master wasn't happy with is confession and The Doctor knew why.

"Ah. See, that face tells me you are not satisfied with that bit of information. I know what you want. Ten and the Skasis Paradigm. You won't get it from me. That is one step too far. You can squabble amongst yourself for centuries if you so please but if you threaten the universe--If you make the same mistake Rassilon's rein did on the mother planet I will not hesitate to burn you all." He leaned towards The Master's face, a death glare piercing the other time lord. Sure, he had just moments before mentioned how he saved so many time lords. However, he would do what he has to if the entire universe was threatened. He already lost his own, he would not lose this one.

"It's always easier the second time around," He whispered  ominously in the Master's ear,

@bowtiedmadman

101 starters feel free to change gender pronouns ’read-more’ added for length content warning: alcohol mention, cussing, sexual themes

“I see our visits are becoming a weekly ritual.”

“I’m supposed to show you around.”

“Now listen. Unless they talk to you first, don’t bother.”

“Wait. Is that your rule or theirs?”

“Yesterday I was their God.”

“I burn, I pine, I perish.”

“Yeah, but see, there’s a difference between like and love.”

“Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso, trying to nail his leftovers.”

“I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.”

“Someday you’re gonna get bitch-slapped, and I’m not gonna do a thing to stop it.”

“_____, I wanna thank you for your point of view. I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper-middle class suburban oppression. Must be tough.”

“So, I hear you were terrorizing Mr. _____’s class again.”

“Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.”

“I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.”

“People perceive you as somewhat… “Heinous bitch” is the term used most often. You might wanna work on that.”

“Oh, she’s out of reach, even for you.”

“There’s more to her than you think.”

“I mean, look at the way sh-she smiles, and-and look at her eyes, man. She’s totally pure.”

“Put her in your spank bank, and move on. Move on.”

“I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be ‘whelmed’?”

“That’s a charming new development.”

“Remove head from sphincter, THEN drive!”

“Hello, _____. Make anyone cry today?”

“Can we focus on me for a second, please?”

“Can we focus on me for a second, please? I am the only girl in school who’s not dating.”

“Where did you come from? Planet Loser?”

“You’re asking me out? That’s so cute.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, my sister’s a particularly hideous case of loser.”

“Did I or did I not tell you it was pointless?”

“He sold his own liver on the black market for a new set of speakers.”

“Does this conversation have a purpose?”

“That’s a touching story. Really is. Not my problem.”

“Do you even know my name, screw boy?”

“I know a lot more than you think.”

“Hey, no, hey, I don’t wanna hear that defeatist attitude. I wanna hear you upbeat.”