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x13 [accidental visual] darling I want to destroy you

((Expect either or both Time Lords to answer replies. lol.

Warning: Swordfighting, lots of stabbing, and blood in the Doctor-Master thread.))

When the visual switches on the only thing it momentarily shows is the wall that the tablet slammed into, and then as it slowly drags away the shaky view reveals two Time Lords, bloodied, bruised, and breathing heavily. There's a vicious look in the Master's eyes, the visual brushing across the side of his face and catching a small spatter of red before dropping back down.

The tablet sits fittingly minimized in the Master's bracelet, but it displays the scene: the Master and the Doctor, fencing foils brandished, and a quiet Taxon street around them (certainly if they had at one time had company, their fight has long since chased it away). Their is nothing innocent about this fight anymore. They are both out to win, and they'll both fight dirty to get it.

"Really, Doctor," the Master drawls, "you can do better than that." Because mocking an angry Time Lord is always a brilliant idea.

If any brave soul were to comment on what in Taxon's name they thought they were doing... well. It may at least distract them from losing all their blood on the streets.

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"Trying to put to wreck my plans before they even reach fruition." He shakes his head, mind racing and clouded in panic that he tries not to show.

"You're an idiot," the Master snaps. He shifts his hands off the Doctor's shoulder wound. It's a small gesture. He isn't about to show outright compassion, but he doesn't need to make the situation any worse than it already is.

He clenches his eyes shut against the pain in his mind. He needs to think right now, not deal with their non-stop racket.

"Yup, that's me," the Doctor says.

This was stupid. This was stupid and rash. He should never have run onto the sword, he should never have started fighting with him in the first place. But they needed this, they needed the distraction. They needed to fight.

"We always needed to fight," he says. "Maybe if I'm gone you won't have to."

He's being a good self-sacrificing martyr.

"I hate you," he says with such venom. He wonders if the Doctor had a plan. If he had a way to resurrect. If this was all just some terrible laugh (the Master doesn't acknowledge that he did the exact same thing). "If you think..." he trails off, and slowly adjusts his grip, coming to a decision. If the Doctor is going to give up like this and stop playing before the Master has his real fun in the city, the Master isn't about to let him.

His hands slide up to cradle alongside the Doctor's head and he forces his way into the Doctor's mind, intent on one thing and one thing only: to make the Doctor's body put itself into a healing trance.

He smiles. "No, you don't."

The Doctor doesn't realize what he's doing at first. His hands are on his head and he thinks maybe he's trying to lower him to the ground, maybe he's about to let him die there. Then, he realizes the feeling. The trance, the healing trance he's very pointedly not used until this point.

"No! Don't you dare!"

But the Master is stronger than him psychically and he's physically weakened. He can't stop it.

"I told you," the Master says. He finishes into the Doctor's mind: you're not going to ruin this. He won't let him. As the trance starts to fall over the Doctor, he does lower him towards the ground, mindful of the wounds to not make them worse.

And it's at this moment that the young woman who spoke earlier shows up, at a run. She stops short at seeing the Doctor's opponent still present, and lowering him gently to the ground. She doesn't know what's going on, but much more than meets the eye.

After getting the Doctor to the ground, he sits himself besides his, trying to let his anger steam off. He catches sight of the girl and it takes a moment for him to really recognize her, but it clicks. "What do you want?" he murmurs, and glances away.

"I-I. I'm just h-here to make sure his w-wounds get closed." She's upset, and she's angry at the Doctor and scared for him, and wary of his unnamed opponent. Now that she's here in person, she can tell he's not human by his aura - she can guess he's another Time Lord, but that's only a guess based on similarity.

All of which is to say she's mad at herself for stuttering so badly, but she's not running away either. "Until someone can g-get him home."

"His body is healing itself right now," he says, waving a hand towards the Doctor's body. "The wounds will only heal so fast. It's better not to move him." He's forgotten of his own wounds and now that he's beginning to feel so drained; he can smell the blood in his clothing, and he almost wants to run from the scene, but he stays. The Doctor isn't allowed to die on his watch.

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She nods, slowly. "H-how long? Before he can be moved?" Because she understands not moving him, she does, but in the long term, letting him lie in the street is not the most viable of plans.

He shrugs and glances over to the Doctor. "I'm not a doctor," he admits. The stomach wound is what... worries him. Anything else would be fine. But that? "I have nothing to speed the process."

"I do," she says, quiet, but stutter-less. "Or... not exactly, but....it's like a skin, kind of. It will keep blood in, and infection out." It's one thing she's almost sure will work the same on Time Lords, because it's not anatomy specific. It isn't healing, per se, but it will halt the blood loss, and make moving him less dicey.

"Do it," he says without much hesitation. "Whatever it is just... do it." At a later point he might lash out at Tara. Now? He needs someone to speed the healing up, and he can't do any more than he already has.

She nods, and goes to the Doctor's side, kneeling. Taking just a moment, she clears her mind, focusing like she'd learned. She withdraws a crystal from her bag, to use as a focus. Touching it lightly to his lips, then his chest, she closes her eyes and begins a soft chant, in a mixture of Latin and English.

A soft, silver glow gathers around the Doctor. It glows a little brighter where he's wounded, but is steady. After a few minutes, she finally finishes. The glow flares, just once, then fades, though if anyone were to touch him, it might feel like a very low, pleasant vibration had settled over his skin. The bleeding should stop, though, for the duration of the spell, which will give his healing factor some time to work.

Tara herself looks a bit pale, when she finishes, but steady enough. She will take a minute to orient herself, though; the spell may have taken more out of her than is immediately apparent.

The Master watches, looking calm although their is a turmoil brewing beneath his exterior. Magic. Of course. He says nothing, not about to say anything like thank you. Perhaps now he could even leave the Doctor.

He unsteadily pushes to his feet. He needs to lie down himself.

"Will you be able to take care of it from here?"

She nods, looking up at him with both wariness and concern. She can see he isn't well, but can guess he won't take any help. And to be honest, another healing spell of this level might be too much, right away. "I'll watch over him until I can get him somewhere to rest."

Through most of the latter part of the fight, Rose was busy turning her bedroom into the Nightingale Wing. She can't do anything to stop them. She can't panic and show up. That will only get the Doctor hurt. She has to wait so she decides to be productive while waiting. It's not until everything is ready for an injured Doctor that she looks back to the tablet.

And panic burst full blown in her chest at what she sees. There aren't any coherent thoughts or decisions. All Rose knows is she has to get to him and so she runs like her life depends on it because his does.

When she reaches the Doctor, Tara is with him and the Master is gone. She slows so quickly she stumbles over her own feet, landing on her knees beside him. "Doctor, I'm here." She looks up at Tara, fear all over her face and tears streaming down her cheeks.

"He's going to be alright, yeah?" Because there's not a TARDIS here and somehow she's expecting Tara to fix this.

Tara, for her part, looks pale, but she nods. "I - I think so. The person he was fighting said he was healing himself, slowly. I... I did a spell that will keep him from losing any more blood. We should be able to move him, if we're careful. H-how far away are we from your place?"

Tara isn't comfortable being in charge, really; she never has been. But she needs to stay level headed if they're going to be helpful to the Doctor. She can yell at him later, once he's better.

A couple of years ago Rose wouldn't have been comfortable taking charge either but since her foray into the parallel world where she was the only person with a key to the TARDIS--the only person who cared and realized the TARDIS was a living thing--she's become accustomed to it. Bossing around all kinds of military personal prepared her for taking charge in panic moments.

Moments just like this.

"Not far but you look wiped from the spell," Rose is assuming, "And last time I had Mickey to help me carry him. I don't want to drop him. We're going to need help."

Her fingers ghost over the various cuts, scrapes and bruises on the Doctor's face as she talks.

Tara nods, thinking a moment. Buffy was strong, but small; frankly, she was less worried about the Doctor's weight than his size. Most of her other friends were humans of average builds, and few of them had much call to like the Doctor.

Sam. Big, strong, and would probably help if he could.

She grabbed her tablet and opened a private channel. "Sam... are you there?"

Sam is in the kitchen eating and reading a book about the history of magic when he gets the call from Tara. He answers the call without looking at the tablet.

"Yeah. I'm here. What's up?"

"Sam. If you can - I mean, we're just... I've got an injured friend and he's kind of tall. I don't think we can move him alone." She exhales, realizing she's not making any sense, and backs up. "Rose Tyler and I are with him now, and we'd like to get him off the street. Her house isn't far. I know it's a big favor, but..."

It takes him a minute to catch up to what she's asking but once he does he starts putting things away and getting up from the table.

"No. It's okay. I don't mind."

He fiddles with the tablet a bit, losing the visual in interest of finding Tara on the map before switching back. "Okay, I see where you are and I'll be there in a few minutes. Does he need someone to look at his injuries or have you got that?"

He's already moving out of the Castle toward Tara's location.

Of course he's not aware that it's The Doctor he's moving. The guy who made the bombs that injured him. Not that it would really make a difference. Sam has screwed up and hurt people often enough in his job that he understands that happens, despite the very best of intentions.

"He'll probably need someone to look at him eventually if you know anyone, but we've stopped the bleeding for now. Thank you, Sam. Really." She feels a little bad asking, but her gratitude is sincere.

Tara turns back to Rose. "My friend Sam is coming. I think we can probably manage, the three of us."

"I know a little but I'm far from a doctor," Sam says. "No problem. See you there." And he clicks off his tablet and starts a jog toward Tara's location.

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