The Master's memories hadn't returned any further and the Doctor was beginning to think that they never would, he'd even been trying to give the Master's locked away memories a little nudge with mental suggestion from his own mind, but the Master just remained unresponsive to it, the Doctor had even tried hypnosis but he had been adamant at the idea of hypnotising the Master into unblocking his memory from the inside, but he tried it none the less and not even that worked, now it was time for drastic measures, but the Doctor had to find him first, since being on board the TARDIS the Master had seemed to vanish a lot and it worried the Doctor, he began to think that this memory loss thing was just a game, a game so the Master could get off of Earth.
"Master! Where are you? Come on you have to be around here somewhere."
He sighed and then went looking for his fellow Time Lord.
After what felt like hours of searching but was only twenty minutes he found the Master, he was looking around his old room, the room that he had back when the Master was just his name and not his desired occupation.
"There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere."
"Well you know me, you should have come here first."
"I haven't been here in years myself."
"The TARDIS thought it might help me regain my memory if I came here."
"And has it?"
"Only of what I left behind."
"What do you mean?"
"When I became this wreck, this Master that everyone's afraid of, I can only remember what I left behind when I became him."
"You talk about him as if he's all bad."
"He is all bad...no sorry I'm all bad. From what I hear there isn't a good bone in his body."
"There is Master, there's many good bones in your body you just can't see it because you're on the inside. If you borrowed my eyes for a while then you'd see it, because it's there but because you're him you refuse to believe that."
"How can you say all this? He left you...I left you. Why do you say all these things?"
"Because I love you."
"You what?"
"I love you."
"You do?"
"Yes I do."
"Even when you know what I am?"
"Yes. I love you and I always have because I have always known it wasn't your fault. True I thought you were mad but then I realised that you were just a game to the Time Lords, an experiment, I don't blame you for being who you are, like taking over planets, I don't blame you."
"Why not? It is my fault isn't it?"
"The drums aren't no, taking over the planets are though and I admit that, if there was nothing wrong with you and you were just evil then I would leave you to the planets defences, like when you took over Earth, not when you turned everyone into you, the time before that, I could have left you to Torchwood, I could have left them to kill you but I didn't, Jack wanted to take you to prison but I said that you should stay with me, before Lucy shot you."
"Short version Doctor."
"Ah so you I see you're feeling a little better."
"A little."
"Good. Well if I knew that you meant all that you do I'd leave you to the government of the planet you happen to be on, even if you happen to rule that planet, there's bound to be someone somewhere who disagrees with you and will fight. But because I know it's not your fault I jump in and help you because I love you."
The Master looked at the Doctor and sighed.
"Am I supposed to love you back?"
The Doctor shrugged.
"That's up to you, I can't say yes because you'll be mighty upset with me when you get your memory back."
"How do I get it back though?"
"Do you want it back first of all?"
"Yes I do. I can't live like this. You know me better than I do. Come on; tell me, what am I like?"
"Master don't do this to yourself, getting high rate isn't worth it. But I think I can fix this and fix your energy problems at the same time."
"How?"
"You'll have to put your life totally in my hands; you'll have to trust me no matter what."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to force you into a self healing coma, once in the coma I'll...well you'll find out when I bring you out of it."
"I'll be alright though right?"
"You'll be fine. As if I'd let anything happen to you."
The Master nodded cautiously.
"Okay. I'll let you do it."
The Doctor looked at him and smiled, he smiled back.
"Come on then, to the infirmary we go."
The Doctor took hold of the Master's hand and pulled him from the Master's old bedroom which he was sure would become his new bedroom, or at least a room he would occupy again.
The Master followed the Doctor willingly, he didn't know what was going to happen to him but he was sure that it'd work; well he was hoping it would work but hoping is better than rejecting the offer and living like this.
When they got to the infirmary the Master was asked to sit in the chair, this chair looked petrifying. To him looked like a medieval torture device. His wrists were strapped in, and then his ankles.
"Doctor are you sure this is safe?"
"I'm sure, this is as safe as safe can be."
"Listen, if you bring my memories back am I going to hate you?"
"Who knows? It's a possibility but who knows anything for sure. You could end up loving me, which would be unusual for you, and you could end up hating me. The mind is a delicate thing."
With what movement he had in his arm the Master grabbed the Doctor's wrist and forced him to look him in the eye.
"Don't make me hate you. I don't want to hate you."
"That doesn't sound like the Master talking."
"I'm not sure myself but I don't want to hate you, please don't make me hate you."
The Doctor gave him a reassuring smile.
"I'll do my best Master I promise."
The Master then put his entire life in the Doctor's hands, he relaxed back into the chair and obeyed every instruction he was given carefully, after all his life did depend on it. He soon began to feel exhausted, too tired to stay awake any longer, then his vision turned dark and his head slumped forward.