Listen to your Master

The second he heard her voice, the Doctor stopped yelling and kept his eyes on the Master, his lips pressed together in a thin line as the other walked away while he stayed exactly where he was. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the two of them and it disgusted him to watch the Master touch her. 

His fingers rubbing together and his elbow pressed against his side, he swallowed all the anger he had for the Master and finally turned to look at the pair, his tongue running over his lips as if they were incredibly dry.

“Hello, Wendy.”

“Who are you exactly?” she questioned softly her eye bros furrowing. “I don’t mean to be rude but it’s the first time Mordred has brought anyone besides me here that I’ve actually seen.”

“What I wanted to?! I did what I had to and only because it was either that or the rest of the universe! I wasn’t going to just sit there and watch the Time Lords and the Daleks wipe everything out because of some silly war.”

The Doctor took a deep breath, trying to reign in the anger he had bubbling in him.

“Oh.. beg my pardon I didn’t realize you had a guest… wait since when do you have guests? Sorry… I’ll just go to our room then?”

Smirking at The Doctor, he turned and walked over to Wendy, grabbing her bags and kissed her forehead. “No, not at all. Wendy, this is someone very important that you must meet.”

Walking around the console, giving a very devious smirk to The Doctor once more, he put the bags down and walked the rest of the way around. He leaned on the railing behind Wendy, eyes pointed at The Doctor. 

“Now, I did nothing but tell her the truth. Of time lords. Of us. Of you.” A slow smile. “She wasn’t as privy as your little companions when she heard all about you. Then again, you lie to your little human friends just to make yourself look oh so good!” The last part was yelled a bit, the smile vanished and his cerulean eyes glowed.

“The man who murdered his kind. The man whom lies. The man who runs away and never stops. For once, someone knows the truth that it is not me-but you whom should be feared.” A quirk of his lips. “And hunted.”

The Doctor took his eyes off of the Master and let them fall to the floor, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him - that was always what made him lose his logic, miss things, make mistakes. But the more the Master talked the more he lost the ability to keep his anger in check.

His eyes lifted back to the Master’s, fury behind them despite the fact he was trying so hard not to let it show.

“Oh, I’m sure you told her every bit of the truth, didn’t you?” His fingers twitched again, curling against his palms in his resistance to hit the Master.

“I did what I had to! And where were you, hiding away at the end of the damn universe? I’m sure you’ve told my daughter all sorts of things about me, haven’t you? Tell me,” he said, stepping closer. That word - hunted - that worried him.

“You didn’t do what you HAD to do. You did what you WANTED to do, as always.” He stated, a nerve being pinched at the reminder of having turned himself human and ran to the end of the universe. 

He was always the better of the two when it came to thinking/working when emotionally compromised. Because he was ALWAYS emotionally compromised.