seventeen | location: around taxon | someone who appears to save the day

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor hatched a set of handcuffs. They were for him to use. The last time he'd let someone else restrain the Master, the Doctor had held him, still in restraints, as he died. That wouldn't happen this time. The Doctor would save him. Somehow.

Everything was ready. It was just time to move forward.





OOC: Final post for the Master's plot! Everything is in individual threads and threadhopping is encouraged. If you see that this needs another plotty starter thread, drop me a line and let me know!

EDIT: I was requested to put up a note letting everybody know that this is a backdated post.

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[aworldenchanted]

She nods, letting him pull her in. Everything hurts still, but it doesn't hurt worse this way than just generally. "Good - that's good."

She's quiet a long time. Finally, she said, "He's very smart. He knew the one man played the guitar, so he went for his hands. He knew..." She stops, abruptly. "I couldn't give him what he wanted. He didn't want anything to give."

[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

Sam continues to smooth a hand over her hair as she talks trying to be as calm as he possibly can. He doesn't really understand what she's saying. "Is that why you cast the spell, so you didn't appear to be as hurt as you were?" At least he thinks that's what the spell was supposed to do.

[aworldenchanted]

At first it seems like she might not answer. She doesn't want to talk about it, not really, but she can't really think about much else.

When she does speak, her voice is very low. "It kept him concentrating on me a little longer. So he hurt the others less. I- I didn't know what else to do."

What she can't bring herself to say is that something's felt wrong ever since she released the spell.

[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

"Oh Tara," Sam sighs and dips his head to press a kiss to the top of her head. "You did everything you could do. You were amazing. I promise."

[aworldenchanted]

She wishes she could cry, but the tears won't seem to come. She's just drained, tired and empty to the bottom. "It was... seemed like there were a lot of you, doing the rescuing."

[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. There were a bunch of us," Sam tells her. "Everyone wanted to get you all back. I'm sorry we didn't realize sooner."

He feels guilty for that. He should have realized Tara was missing. He should have tried to get in touch with her before everything happened. "You're safe now. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

[aworldenchanted]

"Okay. It's okay. It... I don't think it was that long." She's actually not sure, but it's hard to be certain now.

[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

Sam doesn't want to tell her how long it's been. He's not sure if that makes it better or worse so instead he nods. "I drew these runes on everyone in sharpie marker to keep them from being noticed so we could slip inside. They're probably all still scrubbing runes off themselves." That reminds him that he's still got the key the Doctor gave him around his neck. He'll have to remember to give it back to him.

[aworldenchanted]

She smiles a little, weakly. "Clever. Runes are useful. Marker's not usual, but..."

[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

"I didn't want the runes smearing or rubbing off and I guess at least that part of the plan worked."

[aworldenchanted]

"Long as it worked," a little softer. She's on the edge of passing out from sheer exhaustion.

[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

Sam presses another kiss to the top of her head. "Just go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

[aworldenchanted]

"Thank you, Sam."