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054 - [Action/Accidental Voice]

[Sitting against the wall of a mountain, a river by her side, a familiar blond is huddled, her knees up to her chest, and her hands holding her head as if it were in severe pain. Her eyes are closed tightly as she mumbles quickly and quietly to herself, completely unaware of her surrounding or even that the journal is recording.]

...Stop it, stop it, stop it. Just go away. Be quiet. Stop. Please just go away. I don't want to hear it anymore...

[In a mere second, her voice goes from a quiet mumble, to a yell.]

GO AWAY!

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[Something isn't right...]

[Coat on, trainers on, out that motherfucking door...]

[Running to where she is! LIKE A BOSS. H-he's kinda missed the running...]

[Now let us pretend quite some time has passed in Luceti or else there would be a lot more comments of him running. Anyway. So he ran like a mofo. Who runs a lot. And now he wanders 'round trying to pinpoint where she is...]

...Jenny?

[Ah! There she is! ....Well. That doesn't look good. Excuse her father while he starts fretting.]

Jenny! Jenny, there you are! What's the matter? Are you hurt? What's going on? [He's crouched down all up in her business, checking her out with the stethoscope.] What happened?

[There's no answer at first as she's too busy trying to get the drums in her head to shut up at this time, but when she can't, she looks at her dad.]

My head...it won't stop... [Without even asking, she moves her hands so there's one on each side of her father's head, pulling him close that her forehead and his are touching.] Listen...you can hear it. It's so loud... [Closing her eyes, she does something that she'd never done before. Perhaps it was just instinct coming up because of the insanity that seemed to have come over, or perhaps she had learned it somehow and forgotten, but now, at this very moment, she was managing to open her mind. Sending the sound that seemed to be the only thing radiating throughout her mind. A beat of four. Drums. Clear and precise. Over and over again, never stopping.]

[The Master is running through the mountains. Honest. It's not too difficult, as there are only two Time Lords here and...oh hell, two of them are in the same place. It's like a beacon, practically.

By the time he stumbles across the two of them on the path, Jenny is in the middle of forcing the Doctor to listen. He stumbles to a stop, a few metres away from where the two of them are crouching. He's not entirely sure what this means, or what it will mean. Are the drums the same? Are they his, somehow transplanted? And if so...most importantly...will the Doctor hear them?]

[Oh no... No no no no no... The Doctor immediately touches her forehead and lets himself into her mind.]

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[...No. It's impossible.]

[He flies off her like she suddenly caught fire and he's sprawled off to the side, stricken with fear.]

...No. It can't be.

[...And he finally notices the Master there. The Doctor looks up at him, so utterly terrified he's panting.]

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[She's silent as her father moves away from her, and can't help but look up at the Master herself when she's done making her father listen. She says nothing, waiting to hear something more from the two Time Lord's before her.]

[The Master stares at the Doctor with wide eyes for a moment. He heard it. He heard it--but maybe it's not the same. It could just be...why would it...

With difficulty, especially as he's still partly recovering, he pulls himself together and walks slowly over to Jenny, not saying anything as he crouches down himself. If it matches, maybe that will mean...? He's afraid to finish the thought. He starts to reach out, and the pauses, and looks over at the Doctor. When he speaks, it's vaguely sarcastic.]

Might I? Or will you charge at me? You heard it, though. [He taps at the side of his head.] That's what's in my head.

[The Doctor is too frozen with fear; he can hardly breath properly, let alone move to stop him.]

...Don't. Just. Listen.. Don't you dare hurt her...[His voice is weak. It makes it rather difficult to be imposing.]

[No no no no no...It can't be - she can't... It's... It's not... It's not fair! Why her? Why now?]

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[Jenny doesn't move an inch as the Master comes over to her, and just watches him, the drums in her head still continuing the constant four beat.]

I'm not going to hurt her. [The Doctor didn't explicitly say no. So the Master continues reaching forward and brings Jenny's head to rest against his, closing his eyes and reaching out with his mind.]

[For a moment, he isn't certain whether the drums are just louder. But there are more of them. The effect is doubled. It takes him a little longer to determine that the effect is, in fact, caused by the drums in Jenny's head. The exact same beat. Swallowing, he leans off and away from Jenny, breaking the contact. He hasn't really learned anything. It doesn't make sense. Are they transmissible? But...BUT. Someone else hears them, in their head. He turns to look at the Doctor, frowning, unsure.]

[That is not a happy look. That is not a look that says "Your daughter is completely fine and you just heard nonsense". It's not completely affirmative either, but that is beside the point. The Doctor is scared - incredibly so. He's balled up, looking at them both with wide eyes.]

...Well? [And that's Doctor!speak for "What do we do?"]

[This exchange was so confusing right now, especially when all she could think of was that she wanted the drums out of her head.]

Can't either one of you get them out? [It felt like a stupid question, but a question she felt she had to ask all the same.]

[And Jack picks this very moment to come running up, skidding to a halt as he sees both the Master and the Doctor hovering over Jenny. His first instinct is to grab the Master and pull him away, but... the Doctor is here too, though he doesn't look to be too happy...]

What's going on? Jenny, are you all right?

[The Master wants to shout at her, that he's had his since he was eight, that it can't possibly be that easy, that isn't how it works--and then Jack arrives and he's like a bucket of ice water. Possibly ironically. The Master gets a hold of himself and sits down.]

It's an experiment. That's all it is. An experiment. They've managed to transfer a sample of them from my head to Jenny's.

[Well. He hopes. That would mean that they're movable. That they can be taken out.]

[The Doctor scrambles towards Jenny and sits by her in a rather protective sort of way. But his expression plainly displays his fear.]

Jenny, come on. Look at me. Look at me. It's alright. We'll fix you, yeah. You'll be okay.

[He pulls her into his arms, but every time he touches her he can hear it - just a little. No wonder the Master went mad.]

....Yeah.

[It's all she can think to say as her mind starts to race around the drumming to the last time she had heard these drums, and couldn't help but worry that the Malnosso had possibly set up for the same thing to happen again.]

[Jack crouches beside the Doctor, putting his hand on his shoulder, still eyeing the Master warily.] C'mon, Doctor. We should get her home.

[He'll fix her. That's it, he listens to Jenny, trusts her, and promises to help. Right. He gives Jack a look and then stands up.] Yes. Why don't you.

[Drums drums drums. Doubling them in his head, even if only briefly, did not help at all. Turning on his heel, he begins to walk away, back to the village.]

[The Doctor watches the Master walk off and is a little sad. He kind of realizes that may have come off as extremely dick-ish behavior. Even for him. But Jenny needs him so he'll be there to help through it, no matter what.]

....Alright. Think you can walk with us? [He starts getting up.]

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