Author's note: This was originaly a one-shot, but several people said I should add on to it.

I do not own Doctor Who (wish I did, but I don't).

Memories

Chapter 1 - Laura

Throughout the history of planet Earth, a relatively small group of men and women have had the privilege of being acquainted with the mysterious being known as the Doctor. Even fewer people are acquainted with his advicary the Master, or at least few remember being acquainted with him.

Of the small group that have had both the pleasure and the horror of knowing both men, only one being to walk the earth has known the secret. The secret so great, that not even the Doctors most intimate companions had known.

The doctor himself once said that he and the Master had originally been friends, but what was the real reason behind there hatred and annamosity.

Only she knew. She was the only one there that fateful day. The day that time stood still.

Her name was Laura, or at least that was the name she had chosen for herself when she arrived on Sol 3, planet Earth.

She had on a new pair of blue jeans and a green t-shirt, perfectly accenting her deep green eyes. Her light brown hair was neatly pulled up into a clip. She sat at her favorite table in the patio area of her favorite cafe. It was an unnaturally warm spring day and she sat on the warm wooden chair with her laptop set up on the table in front of her. She watched as the warm breeze rearranged the crumbs on her plate.

As she reached for her glass, her mind drifted, as it often did, to far times and far away planets. Lost in thought she almost missed him as he walked by. As his identity registered in her mind, her hearts began to pound and it took her a moment to catch her breath.

The man had on a blue suit, a long brown trench coat, and sneakers. His spiky, brown hair was blowing gently in the breeze. Even though his appearance had changed, he walked by with that same confident air; he hadn't changed a bit.

Her mind began to race. Should she try to catch up with him? Would that only make the pain worse?

Mentally, she drifted away to that day. She remembered how foolish she had been, believing that the happy times traveling with her two best friends would last forever. She remembered the first time she had realized that she loved the Doctor, the first time that she realized that the Master loved her, the first time the two men had argued over her.

Above all, she remembered the hurt in the Master's eyes when she finally admitted that she loved the Doctor and not him. Her heart ached from the memories, the pain she had as she watched them fight.

"If I can't have you, no one can!"

The words burnt through her head like wildfire. She could remember struggling for breath in between begging them to stop fighting. She remembered them stumbling around on the sandy, almost airless planet the Master had purposely crashed them on. She could remember that moment, when time had seamed to stand still, right before she had blacked out. She remembered waking up in her bed back in the tardis, the Doctor explaining how he had used that moment and the Master being distracted by her collapse, to knock him unconscious and get them both back on the tardis.

The warm tears began to rush down her cheeks as she remembered standing on Galifrey after her recovery, crying as she told them that for everyone's good she couldn't be around either of them anymore.

She had been told that they had never reconciled, and that they had never told anyone how their feud began.

Now, as she watched the man she loved walk away, she opened her mouth to yell to him, but nothing came out.

Maybe it was better that way. She kept watching as he reached the corner and met up with a young blonde woman.

"At least he looks happy," she thought as the two rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. She smiled and for the first time since she had fled to this planet four years ago, she didn't feel alone.

Of the small group of people that have had the pleasure and the horror of knowing both the Master and the Doctor, only a young woman, sitting on the patio of a small London cafe knew the secret. That such a monumental feud, like so many arguments in history, had began over a woman.