Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Though I am a sucker for Good!Master. As you can probably see from my AlternateWorld!ProbablyGood!Master.
The Master cursed as he was thrown to the floor, his TARDIS shuddering as it landed.
They'd just been flung through a rift in the universe. Needless to say, it had not been smooth sailing.
He picked himself up. "That," he stated, "was not my fault."
The TARDIS, who, for some reason, wanted to be called Sasha, sneered.
"My driving is superb," he defended himself. She was not impressed. Grumbling, he checked the planet conditions. His brow furrowed. "Are we on Earth?"
Sasha sent him a wave of 'why don't you go check and see? Dumbo.'
"This impertinence should not be borne," he muttered as he moved to the door. He pushed it open and stepped outside.
He found that he was, indeed, on Earth. But this wasn't his universe. He could taste the difference. This world tasted slightly of ashes.
Wrinkling his nose, he glanced at Sasha to see what she looked like this time.
The picture booth sat innocently in the park. He swore that she did this just to spite him.
Used to her doing things like this but still grumbling, he taped a sign that said 'Out Of Order'. She could have put one there herself, of course, but she liked the looks on people faces when they accidentally stumbled inside. It figured that he'd get the evil one.
"Right." He turned around. "Time to explore." He set out. And promptly veered off to buy some fish and chips.
As he munched on them, he couldn't help but remember another trip to the Earth, his Earth, with a friend. Just like now, he'd bought some fish 'n chips, but unlike now he'd had a companion who didn't mind stealing a few of them. Suddenly, he missed Theta quite a bit. He missed their banter and Theta's bright grin and even his ongoing babble. Which wasn't really babble, since the Master understood every word of it.
He sighed and went on with his tour of this new world.