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Every beat of my hearts
For two centuries, he suffered, lost to the Time Lock, and it nearly destroyed him. He emerged from his prison a broken, vicious thing. He isn't healed, but he's found his life is not the ruin he expected.

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It had been a awful sort of day, just one unpleasant thing after another, after another. On top of that, he was exhausted, frayed in every way possible until all that was left seemed to be skin and shadows.

It wasn’t normal for him, but certainly he couldn’t be blamed for this, pillow clutched against his chest as a comforting balm of sorts, and he certainly hadn’t intended to wake the Master. He thought he was being quiet.

"Sorry," he murmured, hiding a hitched breath and a few stray tears by burying his face in the fabric, hiding the evidence. "…I’m just tired."

 

This wasn’t okay, none of it was. None of it had been, none of it would be. That last part likely wasn’t true, but he just felt awful, and the comfort he felt in the Master’s arms only made it worse. He shouldn’t want to be comforted, much less by a near stranger, but his body felt as though it was betraying him all over again, a quiet keen of frustration passing his lips as he pressed closer, because why, why, why should he?

Kindness conquered him easily, and he hated himself for not knowing how to process any of it. He was so used to going at it alone, and he hated this. Hated not being able to understand his own desires anymore, hated the way his own body was being used against him over and over again. It wasn’t fair.

So far, Theta had been sold off, violated, hurt, distressed and afraid, whatever cheekiness he covered it with, but with all the emotions he had every right to feel, he’d yet to be angry, and all at once everything seemed to sour. He’d never had a choice. He’d never had a choice. He’d been forced into intimate relations and a permanent bond with a man he didn’t even know, and now he was stuck pining for contact that he shouldn’t want, and didn’t know what to do when he received it anyway because why would he? This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. His Alpha was meant to be cruel the same as all the others, perhaps worse, not treat him like…like a person, and if this would feel so much better later, right now it was just another area where he felt completely left in the dark. Anger and frustration and hatred for the one’s that had had any part in this rolled off him in waves, and it only made the tears flow that much more.

Strangely enough, very little of it was directed towards his bondmate, and the parts that were were born of irrationality and confusion. Even this distressed, he knew it wasn’t the Master’s fault, and if he was angry right now, it was obvious that whatever small amount of bitterness he felt for his Alpha wasn’t truly genuine. After all, the other was just as trapped as he was, and his overwhelming frustration only made him cling to his bondmate further to keep himself from lashing out.

If there was anyone who understood Theta’s particular brand of distress, it was the Master. Even if all Theta’s anger had been directed at him, he would have likely understood. After all, perhaps it wasn’t his choice, but he was the instrument of most of the worst things Theta’s family had subjected him to as of late. 

The Master managed to be gentle, regardless of Theta’s outburst. He slid his palm along Theta’s spine, and if it was unsettling to take comfort in this kind of proximity to a near stranger… well, he still preferred the quiet longing the bond fostered in him over what he’d have to do to quell it. 

"It’s alright," the Master soothed, though they of course both knew it wasn’t. It would be eventually… he hoped. If wasn’t often in his nature to be gentle, but he tucked Theta’s head under his chin, folding his arms more fully around his Omega. His grip wasn’t so tight that Theta couldn’t get away, but it seemed to ease the ache that came with this bond between them, at least for him. 

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"I think I need help." The Master grated out, curling in on himself that much more. His head ached terribly, and the last few hours were completely a blue. Honestly, he hardly knew where he’d been, let alone what he’d been up to, but now he just hurt.

 

Funny, for all the Master’s irritation made him nervous at times, the comment his bondmate made instead made him crack a smile, though it wasn’t at the other’s expense. “Well, you’re no more damaged than I am, and you’ve helped me when I was in a bad spot. From what you’ve told me about that noise, this seems entirely reasonable.”

No, he wasn’t going anywhere, and he certainly didn’t think less of his Alpha for a moment of weakness, if it could be called that. It was forward, perhaps, when they were still just getting to know each other, but he was only trying to help. If the Master wasn’t going to look at him, that was fine, but at least it gave him an angle to give him some sort of distraction and he lifted both hands to the Master’s shoulders, rubbing at them to try and relieve some of the tension. 

"So long your version of helping doesn’t involve at incessant babbling you’re so skilled at," the Master quipped, because it was easier to be grouchy than to let Theta in. 

He had just geared up to make some other snippy remark when Theta got to his shoulders. For a split second, he went very stiff at how very forward it all was, but it wasn’t long before he relaxed beneath Theta’s hands. His shoulders were in knots, a testament to the stress that noise in his head put him under.

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Cam bit his lower lip, couldn’t look the Master in the eye. “I’ve got 6 months tae live.”

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"Oh hush. You always drive me nuts. It’s a usually endearing habit of yours," the Master chided, more gently this time. He smoothed his hand over Cam’s back, nuzzling closer. 

"Hmm? Oh, possibly." The Master’s lips turned up slightly, dipping his head to catch Cam’s lips. "Why? Is that a problem?"

He leaned into the Master’s touches, then moved to pull him onto the bed as well, so he could sit next to him. “I dunno-” Cam murmured after their lips parted. “I thought- aren’ye still married tae, well, sumone else.” It seemed like a jinx to speak Lucy’s name - and to be honest Campbell was ashamed he felt like that. He’d liked her. He wondered how she was.

The Master stiffened slightly at the question. Lucy… he still hadn’t told his lover about her. Shame, really. Once upon a time he’d thought they could have all been perfectly happy together.

"I’m fairly certain marriage is one of those contracts that ends when someone dies, and if I’m not dead anymore…" the Master sighed, shaking his head, "Well, she certainly is."

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It had been a awful sort of day, just one unpleasant thing after another, after another. On top of that, he was exhausted, frayed in every way possible until all that was left seemed to be skin and shadows.

It wasn’t normal for him, but certainly he couldn’t be blamed for this, pillow clutched against his chest as a comforting balm of sorts, and he certainly hadn’t intended to wake the Master. He thought he was being quiet.

"Sorry," he murmured, hiding a hitched breath and a few stray tears by burying his face in the fabric, hiding the evidence. "…I’m just tired."

His hearts ached in Theta’s behalf. They were still learning their way, but he was fond of his Omega. Even if he hadn’t been, no one deserved this kind of misery. There was no making what had happened hurt any less, but… well surely he could do something. 

Don’t." he said, far more firmly, and if there was any question what he was talking about, he was quick to clarify. "Don’t you ever apologize to me unless you’ve done something worth apologizing for, and if you needed clarification… This? This doesn’t remotely qualify." 

Roughly, but not violently, the Master pawed at Theta, shifting to try and turn his bondmate over on the bed. Surely that would be better than talking to Theta’s back and hoping he might have heard. 

He didn’t know what to do. This really needed to stop, there was no bloody reason for it. Well, there were plenty, but couldn’t he just handle it and be done? The bond made it impossible for him to hide anything from his Alpha, but more than that, it left him yearning for a sort of comfort that he really, honestly shouldn’t be comfortable with, anyway.

It was the argument he’d been having since they’d gotten here, but he did eventually turn over, dragging his pillow with him. Not so much as a barrier as, well, something. He didn’t dare reach out to the other the way his body craved; they barely knew each other, and from what he knew of expected relationships, cuddling on one’s bondmate as an Omega in the middle of an emotional collapse was probably frowned upon. Not that the Master seemed to give a damn about social convention so far. They were in the same bed, after all. But, if the other’s reactions since they’d bonded were unexpected, well it just meant he still didn’t quite know what to expect, or what the lines were. 

Unable to really answer the Master, and forcing himself not to apologize with what little bit of air he could manage while virtually smothering himself, he continued to work on stifling his tears, shoulders shaking in his efforts to keep silent.

It was all wrong, Completely, entirely wrong. He’d been on his own for so long and he barely knew Theta. Whatever reasoning he used though, the bond between them refused to hear him. 

There were Alphas who could watch their Omega hurt and not so much as lift a finger. Granted, most Alphas wouldn’t be caught dead in the same room at night, let alone in the same bed. The Master had already given in to that innate impulse to protect his bond mate more than most Alphas did in a lifetime. 

It was a complete wreck, and totally inappropriate. Theta was practically a stranger despite how physically acquainted they were… and none of it mattered. Stranger or not, he couldn’t watch someone he was so entwined with suffer this way. Ignoring both any sense for what was reasonable, and any social convention at all, the Master finally huffed, folding his arms around Theta with very little warning. It was all he could give, his hand sliding gently over Theta’s shoulder blades. 

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"I think I need help." The Master grated out, curling in on himself that much more. His head ached terribly, and the last few hours were completely a blue. Honestly, he hardly knew where he’d been, let alone what he’d been up to, but now he just hurt.

"Taking care of each other doesn’t mean you get to pick and choose which orders to follow," the Master snapped, meaning to scare Theta off. There was no telling what he’d do if Theta stayed, but even without the bond, it was obvious that his behavior had little to do with anger, and more to do with fear. He cared for Theta and didn’t want to hurt him, even accidentally. Besides, for someone called the Master (or for any Alpha for that matter), he attempted to order Theta around shockingly little. His complaint was practically ludicrous, and not terribly well thought out. 

"Please," he finally said, expression crumpling as he spoke the word. His face was already in the pillows, but he brought a hand up to cover it, as if he were too ashamed even to meet Theta’s eye. "It’ll pass, Theta. There’s nothing to be done about it."

"Not to be rude or anything, but in this case I think it might," Theta added after a moment, and as catty as it might have sounded in other circumstances, right now his tone was only kind. That wasn’t to say he didn’t feel nervous about this decision, of course, and that was obvious, too. If the Master wasn’t much for bossing him around, he still respected him enough to listen most of the time, especially in public.

Even if he couldn’t already feel it, he could see the Master’s shame in his motions, and though in Theta’s opinion it was entirely misplaced—there was no trace of judgment in his thoughts, after all—he could still understand. Carefully he reached around the Alpha, tucking the blanket around him before setting his hand back on the Master’s arm. “Maybe not,” he answered quietly, “but you don’t have to be alone, either.”

"Great," the Master replied tartly. "Not only do I get to be damaged. Now I get an audience. Lucky me."

Despite his complaints, he leaned slightly against Theta’s hand, relieved not to be alone. He’d never admit it, of course, but as bad as this was, it was far more frightening to face alone. The shame of being seen this way, when he’d largely hidden it even from his family was overwhelming. Theta was here now though, and with their minds this far entwined, there was no chance of hiding anyway. 

Bitter as he was, the Master made no move to get away from his bondmate, only gritting his teeth at the way his head ached. 

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It had been a awful sort of day, just one unpleasant thing after another, after another. On top of that, he was exhausted, frayed in every way possible until all that was left seemed to be skin and shadows.

It wasn’t normal for him, but certainly he couldn’t be blamed for this, pillow clutched against his chest as a comforting balm of sorts, and he certainly hadn’t intended to wake the Master. He thought he was being quiet.

"Sorry," he murmured, hiding a hitched breath and a few stray tears by burying his face in the fabric, hiding the evidence. "…I’m just tired."

 

It was humiliating. What was wrong with him? Well, he knew what was wrong, but tears were incredibly uncommon for Theta. He never cried. After all, he’d known enough hardship that surely they’d have run dry by now. 

And it wasn’t as if he had any true reason to cry. He thought he could get past what happened, ignore it the way he tried to ignore everything else that seemed to go wrong in his life. If he couldn’t, well, his bondmate had been kind—was still being kind. Surely that was enough to get him to bottle it; things could be a lot worse after all.

It didn’t occur to him that perhaps that might be the reason. Aside from his mother, kindness had been a rare commodity when dealing with others. How else could he have wound up so arrogant and mouthy in his position? The more people pressed him, the harder he’d learned to become, but with nothing to push against, it’s no wonder everything was starting to give way.

Sorry, sorry,” he murmured into the pillow, trying to stifle it all, but the gentle touch from his bondmate only seemed to be making it worse, and he really needed to stop apologizing for everything—that was just ridiculous. Even like this, he knew how annoying it probably was, but somehow he couldn’t help himself, his entire body going rigid in an effort to stop his own complete breakdown. “I—I’m trying.

His hearts ached in Theta’s behalf. They were still learning their way, but he was fond of his Omega. Even if he hadn’t been, no one deserved this kind of misery. There was no making what had happened hurt any less, but… well surely he could do something. 

Don’t." he said, far more firmly, and if there was any question what he was talking about, he was quick to clarify. "Don’t you ever apologize to me unless you’ve done something worth apologizing for, and if you needed clarification… This? This doesn’t remotely qualify. 

Roughly, but not violently, the Master pawed at Theta, shifting to try and turn his bondmate over on the bed. Surely that would be better than talking to Theta’s back and hoping he might have heard. 

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"I think I need help." The Master grated out, curling in on himself that much more. His head ached terribly, and the last few hours were completely a blue. Honestly, he hardly knew where he’d been, let alone what he’d been up to, but now he just hurt.

 

For a moment he was torn. Theta’d never been one to be ordered around, at least not without saying something about it first. The Master would’ve been the only exception to this rule, really, because whatever else, he held his Omega’s respect. This, however, was different. It was defiance, maybe, but not his usual flair as he sat down on the mattress beside his Alpha, concern written all over him, and filtering through the bond.

"You also told me we had to take care of each other, because no one else was going to," he countered, running his hand along the Master’s arm in what he meant to be a soothing gesture. So far, the Master had been far kinder to him than anything he’d been brought up to expect, and whatever the other might say, he planned to return the favor, especially when his Alpha was in such obvious pain. "Let me help, or at least let me stay."

"Taking care of each other doesn’t mean you get to pick and choose which orders to follow," the Master snapped, meaning to scare Theta off. There was no telling what he’d do if Theta stayed, but even without the bond, it was obvious that his behavior had little to do with anger, and more to do with fear. He cared for Theta and didn’t want to hurt him, even accidentally. Besides, for someone called the Master (or for any Alpha for that matter), he attempted to order Theta around shockingly little. His complaint was practically ludicrous, and not terribly well thought out. 

"Please," he finally said, expression crumpling as he spoke the word. His face was already in the pillows, but he brought a hand up to cover it, as if he were too ashamed even to meet Theta’s eye. "It’ll pass, Theta. There’s nothing to be done about it."

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"I think I need help." The Master grated out, curling in on himself that much more. His head ached terribly, and the last few hours were completely a blue. Honestly, he hardly knew where he’d been, let alone what he’d been up to, but now he just hurt.

It was a small headache, considering, but it was strange enough considering he never really had headaches in the first place. Still Theta hadn’t really thought much of it, what he did think about was the distress that seemed to be pouring off his bondmate.

He’d been sent out rather sharply, but this was…well, whatever was wrong, he probably wasn’t supposed to just leave the Master like that, right? Foolish maybe, but curiosity and sympathy were often what had gotten him into trouble, and now was certainly no different.

All the same, when he carefully opened the door, he hadn’t expected to find the Master crying, of all things. Surprise froze him for just a moment before he remembered what the Master had told him about the noise in his head, and that was enough to allow the rest to fall into place. Quickly he made his way to his Alpha’s side, placing a comforting hand on his arm, squeezing gently. “What can I do?”

It had been a moment of weakness, saying something like that to Theta. There was nothing Theta could do to ease the pain he was in. He’d sent his bondmate away when he’d been in slightly better shape, and while some of it was for his own dignity, a great deal of it was a desire to protect his Omega. 

"Sorry… sorry, I…" Instinctively, the Master pressed into Theta’s touch, seeking the closest thing he had to comfort. It was a moment before he could reign himself in, swallowing hard and forcing himself to pull out of Theta’s grip. "I told you to get out of here. Just go."

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Cam bit his lower lip, couldn’t look the Master in the eye. “I’ve got 6 months tae live.”

 

He clenched his jaws, but didn’t talk back. Cam recognised that the Master did very much have a right to be angry with him. He just wished they’d given him his IV on one of those poles with wheels, so at least he could move about a bit, but nope, the bag was attached to a trapezoid construction that was part of the headboard.

"I’ll drive ye nuts, tho’," Campbell murmured into the Time Lord’s shoulder, then added just a little miserably: "I already am." Partner though, speaking of partners- Cam frowned a little. "Did- by the way- do they think we’re married?" His mind was working in a weird associative way at the moment, possibly in a desperate attempt to remain entertained.

"Oh hush. You always drive me nuts. It’s a usually endearing habit of yours," the Master chided, more gently this time. He smoothed his hand over Cam’s back, nuzzling closer. 

"Hmm? Oh, possibly." The Master’s lips turned up slightly, dipping his head to catch Cam’s lips. "Why? Is that a problem?"

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Even if Theta wasn’t entirely sure how to let the other in, nervous as he was, the bond made it easier and probably a little more comfortable. The Master’s efforts were obviously soothing, and while it didn’t make him forget what had happened to both of them, it helped him to settle enough to start giving into his own exhaustion.

Strangers, maybe, but contact between them was comforting, grounding. It had been before they shared this bond, though not quite to the same extent, but he hadn’t forgotten the way the Master kept hold of his hand during the head of Oakdown’s reprimanding. It was the same sort of reason he reached up to take one of his Alpha’s hand, holding it gently in his own as his eyelids grew heavier. 

"Okay. Thank you," he said quietly, grateful for the peace the Master had given him. The day had been awful, but tomorrow…well, it could only get better, right? Likely it wouldn’t be worse. Squeezing the Master’s hand lightly, he settled in to try and get some sleep. "Goodnight."

Well… at the very least, it seemed to be working to some extent. The Master was careful, painstakingly so. It wouldn’t do to hurt his bondmate in trying to help him. 

Even before the bond, Theta had mattered to him on some level. After all, they were in this together. When he’d kept a hold on Theta during that debacle before, it had been for both their sakes. 

He cracked a smile when Theta took his hand, though it might have been hard to see in the dark. A soft sigh passed his lips and he closed his eyes, taking what comfort he could in all this. “Goodnight, Theta.”

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Cam bit his lower lip, couldn’t look the Master in the eye. “I’ve got 6 months tae live.”

 

A quiet, plaintive noise escaped him before he realised. An hour, an hour- Cam glanced at the clock. 47 minutes. The Master’s gentle mental interfering helped, but only inasfar that it stopped Campbell from ripping the IV from his arm to leave. He didn’t want this anymore, yet knew full well that he didn’t really have a choice in the matter. They were doing it now, for better or for worse.

He squeezed his eyes shut and hugged the Master tighter, trying to count his breaths, glancing at the clock often. After about five minutes of that, he sat up, shifted back on the mattress of the bed he’d been assigned. Campbell opened his mouth, to complain that, really, he felt fine and couldn’t they fix his kidneys now?! But then he remembered that he’d promised the Master he wouldn’t complain. “Ye know,” he started instead. “Ye could jest ask how long et’ll take, sorta, an’ skip ahead when I’m done.”

"Campbell. Fidgeting isn’t going to make it happen any faster. I’m fairly certain we’re in agreement that being cooped up in bed for a while is better than dead, so do give it a rest." The Master’s slightly sharp words (and since Cam hadn’t bothered to tell him about any of this until now, he was pretty certain he’d earned the right to more than a few sharp words) Given what he’d been through in the Time Lock, the Master understood Cam’s distress over waiting around entirely. He was entirely very much sympathetic, even if he didn’t look like it at the moment. 

"Absolutely not,” he hissed, though the chastisement was accompanied by a fierce embrace, and his lips pressed to Cam’s temple. “I told you I’d be here. I mean it. What kind of partner skips out when they’re needed the most?”

The Master smiled faintly, nudging his forehead against Cam’s, cradling his lover’s cheek in his hand. “Besides, how would that help? You’re the one who’s impatient.”

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It had been a awful sort of day, just one unpleasant thing after another, after another. On top of that, he was exhausted, frayed in every way possible until all that was left seemed to be skin and shadows.

It wasn’t normal for him, but certainly he couldn’t be blamed for this, pillow clutched against his chest as a comforting balm of sorts, and he certainly hadn’t intended to wake the Master. He thought he was being quiet.

"Sorry," he murmured, hiding a hitched breath and a few stray tears by burying his face in the fabric, hiding the evidence. "…I’m just tired."

Oh this was really taking some getting used to. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was Theta’s crying that woke him, or the distress his bondmate felt, nearly palpable though the bond. Either way, he was awake now, and he could certainly sympathize with his Omega. The Master hadn’t exactly been having a grand time of things either. 

He was so very new to this, just beginning to consider the notion that he could have some sort of genuine affection for a person he’d been forced to spend the rest of his life with. He was rather fond of Theta though, and even if he hadn’t been, he didn’t want his bondmate crying. It was entirely unpleasant for both of them, and his hearts constricted with grief… though he wasn’t sure if it was his or Theta’s. 

"Oh… No, no, don’t…" the Master murmured quietly. It was hard to say if he was telling Theta to stop crying or stop apologizing, but after a moment’s hesitation he shuffled a little closer, swallowing as he closed the distance between them. Bowing his his so as not to end up with a face full of Theta’s hair, he rested his forehead between his bondmate’s shoulders. He wasn’t sure hooking an arm around Theta would be welcome, but he rested his fingers along his bondmate’s flank without a word of judgment or complaint. 

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