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Dhawan!Master x Reader, Valeyard!13 x Reader
Summary: The Master finds out that the Reader is now under the control of the Valeyard. He realises he must save them.
Warnings: Abusive relationship, vomiting, murder, the whole package really
A/N: I've been thinking about this concept for a while now - I'm not sure if it's been done before. Let me know if you want a part 2! I could do something to do with the Master attempting to rehabillitate Y/N? I think that would be a really interesting experience for his character.
The Master, for once in his extremely long life, is rather lost for words.
You were his favourite companion of the Doctor's - more so even than Clara Oswald or Jo Grant. There was something distinct about your fiery personality, your fearlessness, your way with words. On more than one occasion you had overcame him and his diabolical schemes, without even the help of the Doctor. Usually, her bland, dutiful companions would follow her blindly, letting her words and knowledge wash over and soak into them like oil over cobblestone. Not you, though. Through out all your time with the Doctor, you had remained head strong and independent.
You jumped without asking the Doctor to look first. You made decisions without so much as caring what she may think. On more than one occasion he had witnessed you both arguing, the way most couples do, except it was over the fate of a planet or a species, not what was for dinner.
For example, he had just kidnapped you for what must be the dozenth time, and usually right about now you'd begin flirting, yelling or ordering him to put you back. He'd never actually hurt you - it was more for his own entertainment rather than to inflict any kind of pain. Normally when he kidnapped someone, they would cry and shake in terror at the sound of his voice. You on the other hand, would simply tell him off and then pick your handcuffs free.
Today though, you were different.
At first, he wonders if he's just caught you on a bad day. You're sat slumped by the console, not even bothering to fiddle with your handcuffs. Your massive jumper makes you look tiny as you stare at the floor, the circles around you eyes dark, implying not all is right in your tiny human world.
"Did you hear that, love?" He asks after finishing one of his brilliant speeches. "I said I'm going to kill you and mail the Doctor your body."
You don't even look as though you've heard him, still staring at the floor.
He walks over, crouching in front of you so he's all that's in your line of sight. Still you don't meet his eyes.
"Y/N." He says, waving a hand to get your attention, and you visibily jump at the sound of your name. "Are you ill?"
When you realise it's nothing important, you look back down again.
However, the movement of your head allows him a glimpse at your neck, and immediately he something catches his interest. Reaching out, his hand goes to your collar, and you flinch away, eyes widening.
"Wha-"
"Sh," He hushes you, surprisingly softly, and tugs the neck of the jumper down slightly, revealing a vast array of bruises littering your neck and no doubt going much lower. There's also a rather nasty purple one fading on your cheekbone which he's only just noticed. None of them look exactly... friendly.
"Who did this to you?" He asks sternly, trying to keep the worry out if his voice. He's not even sure why it's there. When you don't reply, he tries again. "Did the Doctor do this to you?"
Surely the Doctor would never hurt you, especially in this way. He had seen first hand how devoted to you she was, and it had been a constant source of burning jealously for him.
Finally you say the first cohesive sentence since you got here.
"She goes by the Valeyard now." You tell him quietly.
He snatches his hand away as if you've suddenly offered him a jar of asprin.
"The Valeyard?" He asks slowly. "As in the V-A-L-E-Y-A-R-D?" He spells out, as if he doesn't quite believe you.
You nod, and he suddenly understands the dullness in your eyes. The Valeyard had got its hand on the Doctor, and subsequently got its hands on you. He isn't quite sure what to say. What do you say to that?
A quiet rage is beginning to bubble in his veins, and he's not quite sure where's it's coming from. Maybe it's because you're hurt. Maybe it's because the Doctor's dead and not at his hands. Maybe it's both.
"When did this happen?" He asks, voice sounding calm, but teetering on the edge.
You don't reply.
"When did she become the Valeyard, Y/N?" He tries, and you flinch again at your name.
"I don't know," You voice is hoarse. "Months ago? Years? The rooms she puts me in are dark. I can't feel time."
He feels his chest tighten at your words. You say it so simply, so monotonely, and he wishes that you would just suddenly look up, wink and tell him it was a trick. He can picture the triumphant grin on your face as you break out of your handcuffs, the way you always do. The way you should do.
"Does she..." He sighs. "Has she done this to you before? The bruises I mean."
"She loves me."
You say it so quick, so bluntly, as if it were programmed into you like a robot.
"She owns you."
"She loves me."
Before he can condradict you, there's suddenly a bang on the TARDIS doors and you jump, eyes going wide with terror.
"She's here," You gasp out. "She's here, she's going to get me!" You're trying to get your handcuffs off, frantic and desperate.
The bang sounds again, and there's tears forming in your eyes. The Master, always fast thinking and quick on his feet, finally jumps into action, running to type in some new co-ordiantes and make a swift exit. But he's not fast enough. On the third bang, the doors burst open to reveal the silhouette of the Doc- Valeyard. The Valeyard.
"Koschei," She sneers, and he cringes at the use of his real name. It must have accessed her memories too. "I know you have Y/N. Give her back."
She talks of you like you're an object - something to barter and haggle over. He glances down at your tiny frame, cowering against the console. Now was not the time to appear unsure, he thought. What you needed to see was the Master, not Koschei.
"Valeyard." He greets her like an old friend. "I heard you had re-emerged. How's the new body?"
"Give her back." The Valeyard practically growled, stepping into the light. It strikes the Master just how different she looks from the Doctor. It's not that her hair's brown, or that she's dressed in all black - it's her expression. So filled with hatred and a cold, hard emptiness. She looked like a woman with an objective who would do anything to acheive it.
He stalks over to her, trying to ignore your quivering form. The Valeyard's eye is trained on you, but she hasn't made a move yet. Clearly she's smarter than she looks - he would destroy her if she tried anything right now.
"I will break you." She says as he stands in front of her.
"Kinky."
"I will kill you."
"No one else has managed it," He replies lightly. "What makes you think you can."
"Well, I killed Y/N," She smiles a sadistic smile. "She's a shell of her former self. Nothing left of the person you knew. So beautiful."
That earns her a punch to the jaw, and she stumbles back, hair obscuring her now bloodied face. However powerful a being she might be, she was still in a mere timelord's body.
There's a second blow and she catches herself on the wall, but before she can fully recover, his hand is around her throat, pinning her to it.
"I think you'll find, Valeyard," He breathes, mania and rage swirling in his dark eyes. "That I will kill you."
A knee to the stomach takes the last bit of control she had as she keels over against him, and the TARDIS takes off on it's own accord, lights flashing and flickering as it lands. Turning her around roughly, he pushes her to the doors which have swung open to reveal the twisting colours of the time vortex.
"See that," He hisses in her ear as he forces her to the edge, the wind whipping against their faces. "Take a good, long look at it..." She tries to scrabble away, but his hands keep her pinned in place. "...Because it's the last thing you're ever going to see."
It takes the lightest of shoves to topple her over the edge, and as soon as she's dropped out of view, he closes the door, not sticking around to see the mutilation of her body. There's the faintest of aches in his hearts at the knowledge that the Doctor is now well and truly dead, but he squishes it like a fly.
Instead he makes is way, very business-like, to his console, punching in some far off co-ordinates and slamming down the lever. As soon as it sets off, he's back kneeling in front of you.
You look traumatised, still shaking, pulling at the cuffs and pressing yourself further against the console as if the smooth panels could swallow you up. He reaches down, presses his TCE to them and they snap open.
"Y/N." He tries place a hand on your arm, but you scramble away.
"You killed her!" You gasp. "You killed the Doctor!"
He sighs as you stare at him accusingly. He should have known you'd be like this - human's were always so sentimental.
"Darling, that wasn't the Doctor," He tells you softly. "By the sounds of things, the Doctor's already been dead for years. That... thing, it was just something inhabiting her corpse, walking around inside of it. An illusion of life."
You go slightly green at his words, and your hand goes to your mouth, looking around frantically. The Master catches on quickly.
"Bin, behind you." He says urgently, and you turn to the tiny bin underneath the console, lean over and are very neatly sick into it. You feel him holding your hair back, such a gentle gesture you wouldn't ever expect from someone like him. When you turn back around, catching your breath, he's looking at you with a mixture of sympathy and worry on his face.
"You're right," You gasp out, your words tumbling over one another. You sound a lot more like yourself. You're thinking like yourself too - it seems turning out your insides does the world of good for clearing one's head. "You're right, that wasn't the Doctor, that wasn't ever the Doctor, the Doctor's been gone a long time," But then you frown. "What am I without her?"
He leans forward, taking your hands in his and this time you don't squirm away.
"You can stay here, with me," He finds himself offering. "You don't have to go back to Earth and be on your own. You'll be safe here, I can protect you," He sees a slight worry in your eyes and he rushes to reassure you. "But you can leave whenever you want."
You nod slowly.
"For now." You agree quietly.
He leans in, a feeble attempt to hug you, but you shift away and he pulls back. Ah. Maybe a bit early for anything beyond hand holding. You're still a stark contrast with the person you used to be, but you've still got a light in your eyes and that same smile.
Maybe he can fix this.
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