Hey,
this is a short one-shot on the masters thoughts set between The Sound of Drums and The Last of the Time Lords.
Spoilers for all the series three Master episodes.
Not slash.
The Master sat in his seat in the Valiant and looked out the windows, onto the burning remains of the land that was once Japan.
He had told them to burn it, burn it all, when news that the sainted Martha Jones was there, for the next part of her weapon. The weapon that could supposedly kill Time Lords. He laughed aloud at that. As if. That puny little human was nothing. He could use the Archangel Network t track her down in second, or kill her in an instant, if he so wished. But he didn't, because where was the fun in that? There was none.
Soon, very soon, only a week to go until he had been ruling this planet, -Earth, Sol:3, who really cared what it was called- for an entire year. When that day came, he would go the next step; destroying the galaxy. And the Doctor couldn't stop it, couldn't stop him, because he was the Master, the Ruler of the Doctor's precious pet planet, whatever it was called. The Doctor was helpless.
Oh, the Doctor. Poor little Doctor. Trapped in that old man's body, with no hope for rescue.
Useless and helpless, unable to save the planet he cared for so much. Betrayed by his own TARDIS, his one constant companion, and now watching his pet planet burn. And it was all be cause of the Master, his best friend turned enemy, the only other Time Lord in existence.
He was the Master, the soon to be ruler of the universe.
Nothing could stop him. And so he, the Master of All, looked down upon his domain, saw the burning remains of what was once Japan, and thought it...good.
Authors Note; Did you like it? I hope so.
Please review. Writing tips are appreciated.
-loveeleventhdoctor