AN: Hi guys, this is my first fanfic, so sorry if I missed out something important. Also, I don't know much classic Who so if there's anything that I missed about the Master, The Doctor and The Rani please don't hesitate to tell me via review. The next update should be along in a couple of days, I know how irritating it is to be left on a cliff hanger so I'll try to get it to you as soon as possible. Hope you enjoy it :)


The Master walked into the console room to see The Doctor and Clara standing and looking at the scanner. The incessant drums in his head quietened when he saw Clara and he spoke quickly to keep his mind off that. "Did I oversleep again?" Both of them ignored him.

"You'd better come and see this, Master," the Doctor said.

The Master walked over and looked at the scanner. It was showing a message, written in Gallifreyan, from an old friend-turned-enemy that the Master had thought was dead.

Master,

I have Thief. If you wish her to live then do not attempt to interfere with my plans again.

Rani

Underneath, written in a tiny hand that the Master instantly recognised was another message.

Come find me. T

The Master turned to the Doctor, the drums beating so hard he could scarcely hear his own voice over them. "You told me she died."

"I thought she did. When I got the call to return to Gallifrey she was safe on Earth. When I came back she was gone."

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation," Clara said. "But what's going on?" The Master turned away, studying the scanner while The Doctor explained things to Clara.

"Thief was the Master's daughter. When Rassilon came to force him to fight in the Time War, he asked me to take her away with me. She travelled with me for a while but then I got the call to come back, so I left her safe on Earth. When I came back and couldn't find her I assumed she'd died in the Time War."

"But what does that have to do with this message."

"Oh, I forgot you can't read Gallifreyan. The Rani has taken her captive."

"I'm guessing you know this Rani."

"We used to be friends," The Master said. "But when the Rani willingly followed Rassilon into war she changed. When she was one of the ones who called for my execution I knew that she had changed too far. Ever since that day we've been enemies."

He felt Clara's hand touch his shoulder in comfort. "That must have been terrible."

"It's no less than I deserve." After a moment he shrugged Clara's hand off his shoulder and turned to face the Doctor.

"We'll help you find her," The Doctor promised.

"Good. I hope you have some idea of where to start looking."

"After breakfast," Clara said. The Time Lords looked at her, identical expressions of confusion on their faces. "We can look after breakfast."

"But-" The Master began.

"But nothing," Clara said firmly, leading the way towards the kitchen. "I'm famished!"

In the empty console room, most of the words on the scanner disappeared, apart from the last line, which grew larger and larger until it filled the screen.

Come find me.