(A/N: So I originally posted this on Tumblr a few weeks ago, and I wanted to put it to you lovely folks for appreciation/critique. It is the Master contemplating the Doctor and his Companions. I don't own Doctor Who.)
If I could trouble you for just a moment, I would ask you what he meant to you. You know who I mean, that wonderful, mad, strange man. He comes in his magic blue box, big and little all at once, and so blue, so beautifully blue. Oh, that box, that wondrous box, and if you were one of the lucky ones, he'd whisk you away on an adventure so grand nothing else in your life could compare. That's what he does, that's what he is, who he is. What did he mean to you, that wonderful man that you left behind.
And that's really what I'm after. Because he's always alone, he's always left behind. You people let him show you everything, give you so much more than the world, and always, always you leave him. And even when he doesn't want to let you go, he has to, because time and time again, you've shown him that he is wrong. Humanity at its worst, none of you ever really live up to what he deserves to see in you. You let him down, you leave him disappointed and miserable.
How do I know? Because I am not human, and yet, I have let him down. I have caused him as much disappointment as all of you combined. Unlike you, I will never, ever for one second, let myself forget every wrong that I have ever done him. Once he's gone from your lives you go about them as normal, forgetting what you did to him, what you made him see. Each one of you took a piece of his innocent heart away and I would make you pay for it. I broke that man's heart once, and while I know that I am still breaking it, I also know that I will never be done fixing it. You, never pay him back, do you?
What is that man to you? That strange wonderful man...what is he to you? What can he be to you when he is already everything to me?