A.N. So this is actually my second take on a Master story. But the first one was so unpopular I had to kill it.
IMPORTANT:
[] symbolizes the Master interjecting something from his train of thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Gripping fear, that was something the Master hadn't felt in a while, gripping fear.
But now...running from what seemed to be everything that his life used to have: the Doctor, the Humans, and his own self.
Not literally...but it could happen.
Literally he was currently running away from savage humans from the 36th Century who had never seen a Time Lord before and now wanted to slay his guts to make lovely patterns on the floor.
Oh, and dissect him.
He'd regenerated too.
Now he had wavy-ish blonde mix hair, greenish blue eyes and probably the most annoying accent ever.
It was French.
French.
French.
French.
French.
It was still nice to try out the voice though, migraine medicine on hand.
He couldn't believe what he'd see when he finds the Doctor again, last he'd seen the Doctor, he'd been somewhere in his thirties probably. From what he could deduce he was a teenager. A flipping teenager.
Still could be worse.
Me neither.
"THERE HE IS!" a blood-stained, gory-looking, and frankly-annoying man yelled, "GET 'IM!"
"It's 'him'," The Master shook his head while running, "Not ''im'."
The only reason the Master was actually running was not because of his access energy,
[Maybe a little, okay!],
but because he knew if those people caught him, it'd be the end. Bye-bye, Master. No, he probably not even get that, he'd probably get shoved into something and die.
And the Doctor wouldn't show up either, even if the Doctor was going to get him, he'd either arrive too early and get bored, or too late and be...too late?
[I really need to think of better things than that! Idiot Master! Focus!]
The Doctor had every right to hate the Master. If the Time Lords had been alive the Doctor would've probably been the one who shot him instead of Lucy.
The Master...his hatred ran off his fear.
Fear of the Doctor.
[There! Admitted!]
Fear of the Doctor laughing at him.
Fear of the Doctor poking fun at him.
Fear of the Doctor looming over him.
That's why he'd cowered back on the Valiant. The Doctor had been in a ball of energy...of power. The Master had not been, the Doctor had been able to disarm him with barely thinking. Then...then...
The Doctor forgave him.
He forgave him.
After spending The-Year-That-Never-Was attempting just to maybe get the slightest bit of attention from the Doctor, he'd gone and forgave him. Probably the biggest insult-to-injury.
It's kind of like you act up purposely in front of your friends or total strangers just to get off as cool or slick. And then they seemingly ignore you.
[Getting it now?]
NOTE TO SELF: Never, never let the Doctor plot for a whole year. It's evil.
[And he says I'm the evil one]
Without realizing it, the Master had let his tormentors catch up to him, and before he knew it, they had a sedative in his blood.
[Couldn't tell if it was lethal or not]
Then, the world took a black opaque, and it was gone for good.
The Master woke up strapped on a bed, he wasn't stripped, thankfully, but was enable to move.
Enable to move.
Freaking move.
[How cruel are these people?]
He could feel new drugs in his blood too, but couldn't decide if they were fatal, there was one that stuck out like a sore thumb, though.
Aspirin.
Aspirin.
[Freaking aspirin]
Why? The Master couldn't sense a fatal dose, but it was enough to make him severely ill. And then, he'd have to go to one of those space hospitals that he hated.
[Especially those of you who have cat allergies]
That meant the only one he could turn for help was...
The Doctor.
The-Freaking-Doctor.
"Well, he's waken up," a young man came through the door, "How you doing, freak?"
[I was wondering what's with the freak, so I did the obvious]
"What's with the freak?" the Master tried his most cocky-French voice.
"Oh, a fighter here!" the man laughed at him, laughed!
[I'm shivering in here!]
"We call you freak not because of your two hearts," he laughed again, "That's not the weirdest thing we've ever seen, it's the brain capacity you have!"
The Master's eyebrows furrowed.
"The amount your brain could actually do and how much of it you've blocked off!"
"What'd you mean, blocked off?" the Master glared.
"That means how much you don't use, or how much of your memories you choose not to remember, we've been able to access some of them and we've decided to do you a favor and make you remember."
[You just can guess this dude is evil, right? I'm not the only one?]
"Oh, Rassilon," the Master groaned as a wave of nausea from the aspirin flew over him.
"Oh, how unfortunate," the man said that told you he never really cared at all.
[That evil-doer]
Then, the man walked out, walked out like he didn't care about the fact that the Master was lying unable to move on a table, with the highest fever he felt like he's had all his life.
Still could be worse...
The Doctor could be here.
A.N. Don't forget to review!
QUESTIONS I NEED HELP WITH:
Should I bring in the Doctor? Which one?
If there are multiple companions which should I bring.
Should I do it right after the Stolen Earth where everybody was basically there?
How long should the Master stay in the faculty?
Should I involve a plot that I've been recently reading about in Old Who?