Word Count: 2256
Author's Summary: The Master finds himself resurrected by Servalan. She’s not amused. Crossover with Blake's 7.
Characters/Pairings: The Master (Simm)
Recced because: There are plenty of examples of crossovers that plunge the Doctor or his companions into another fandom. It's much rarer to find a story that puts together villains from two fandoms. When the author is the immensely talented Selena, one of the villains is the Master, and the other is the beautiful but deadly Servalan, sparks are sure to fly...
“Do you know who you are?” asked a woman’s voice, coolly imperious, with a nearly undetectable hint of urgency underneath. He sat up and saw her standing on the other side of the room, watching him. Short, black hair, an elegant gown of the type he loved Lucy to put on, and complete self-possession that reminded him of the way the Rani carried herself.
“I might,” he said, trying to decide whether or not it was worth accessing this body’s memories for more information. In the first stages of taking over someone else’s entire being, complete suppression was the best way to go, not giving the previous owner room to manoeuvre. Even so it had taken him a while to shut up Tremas completely. He preferred not to think of the American at all. That entire interlude was best forgotten. At least Tremas had been an intelligent man destined for rulership.
Something flickered in the woman’s eyes. “No, you don’t”, she said with absolute certainty. The corners of her mouth curved down in something like disappointment. Apparently his current body used to belong to someone who would have reacted to her presence in a very specific way. Favourably? Unfavourably? He gave her Harry Saxon’s smile for wooing voters, not knowing how it would play out on his new face.
“Come now,” he said, trying to draw her out a little. “If you were me, would you admit to it immediately?”
She looked unimpressed. “I knew there was a risk,” she said. “That’s why I didn’t put the ring on myself. Artefacts with supposed life-restoring powers simply must have a drawback.”
“Well, that ring would simply have clashed with your gown,” he said. “So I applaud your caution. But I assure you, there is no question of my identity.”