Title: I have no one to play with
Author: ElfgirlJen
Characters: Yana!Master
Rating: PG
Spoilers: AU all the way and crack. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Summary: The Master has no one to play with.
The first thing the Master did when he was finally freed himself of Professor Yana annoying self sacrificing personality was to summon his TARDIS and return to Gallifrey. He had been stunned when the scanner had only shown rocks and dust where one of the mightiest civilizations in the universe had once stood. Relaxing his very tight mental shields, he had only encountered complete silence. They was no humming in the back of his head.
Surely he was mistaken. Someone, no the Doctor, must have survived. Above all else, the Doctor was a survivor like himself. Perhaps he needed a plan to draw the Doctor out of what ever hole the Doctor was hiding in. The Master grinned to himself. He knew the prefect place to start his plan.
It took the Master almost two years to become to become the Supreme Chancellor of the Ilmulino Republic, another five years to declare himself Supreme General and turn the Republic into a Galactic Empire. The Ilmulino Fleet once renown for it exploration and research was retooled and turned into a war fleet. Planets that once welcomed the Ilmulino fleets with open arms now trembled in fear when the Ilmulino war ships orbited their planet. Tribute flooded in from every corner of the galaxy. The so called resistance parties that had sprung up lacked a single leader (the Doctor) to unify them into an effective unit to try and overthrow him.
The Master sulked in his audience room. What was the point of taking over a galaxy if no one could appreciate it? Bloody Hell! He had worked hard to get the Doctor's attention and the man couldn't even be bothered to show up and give him a stern lecture. It was infuriating! It was maddening! It was boring!
And that was the crux of the problem, the Master was bored. Every single command he issued was obeyed immediately and he hated it! No one questioned him. No one tried to reason with him. No one argued with him. Not like the Doctor. Now there was a man who knew who to fight back.
Eventually the Master got bored with running the Empire and mysteriously disappeared one day much to his subjects horror. The Master probably would have been dumbfounded that the historians considered him to be a benevolent dictator and his birthday was still celebrated several centuries later.
Eventually the Master did regenerate due to an bizarre accident involving alien sex pollen, Jack Harkness and several Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters. He prefers not to discuss the incident.
End