Hey guys, it's Amethyst again! I know, I know. I'm really slow on updates when dealing with my other one-shot saga and my POTO story. I'm sorry but my Master muse has risen again. So, this is a little one-shot where The Doctor and The Master are arguing over The Master joining the other on the TARDIS as a prisoner/companion. I wrote this originally on my Master RP Blog on tumblr (PM me for url) and decided to post it on here. I hope you enjoy and leace a review if you liked it! ^^
"How many times must I tell you that I will never change!" He snarled at the other, angry beyond belief. Honestly! He could have sworn several times that he had refused the Doctor's offer on joining him on the TARDIS. Hadn't he made that clear with attempting to killing the other several times and then refusing to regenerate when the Doctor had begged him to with him in his arms? Apparently not seeing as the Doctor had opened his mouth to argue. "Master, Koschei, you will. You can. I promise, I will be with you at every step. I won't leave ya. I'll help you. Just please, come with me. Let me show you-" He was interrupted by The Master letting out a laugh. 'Oh, you're really funny, Doctor, but you're starting to lose your charm." The Master attempted to take a swing at his foe but the Doctor only dodged it. Panting, the rogue time lord hissed "I will never join you! Ever! I will notbecome some kind of prisoner you can chain up to show all your little friends."
The Doctor held up his hands, looking completely desperate. "I'm not asking you to become a prisoner. I just want to keep an eye on you. You can't destroy the Universe or Earth, Master! You can't." Another laugh broke free from the other as he once again attempted to hit the Doctor. He actually managed to land one hit this time. A smile spread across the Master's face as he watched his enemy stumble backwards. "Oh, can't I? I nearly done it. I'm sure I can do it again only this time succeeding to the bitter end." Much to his astonishment, the Doctor shook his head slowly, looking determined and pained. "I..I can't let you do that. Please…we're all each other has. Don't do this. Just come with me."
Oh ho ho! What was this? Was the Doctor regretting his hasty decision on burning Gallifrey? The Master scoffed, sneering. "If you think tears are going to move me then you have another thing coming. I don't need you, Doctor, nor do I want you. All I want is you to die just like you let the others die." Rage began to rise up within him as he faced the stricken time lord. The killer of the time lords. A fitting title unlike the Doctor. "You were the one who burned Gallifrey. You were the one who chose to destroy our race. You were the one who decided that your friends and your family would die. You were the one who left me behind to burn. And for what? The Daleks managed to survive." What bitter irony that their enemies survived to celebrate victory over the long dead.
The Doctor swallowed the lump in his throat at the Master's accusations. He was right, he was so right, but that did not excuse what he had done. "Master, please. I know it's my fault but I had no choice. If I had the chance to go back to that moment….I wouldn't change a thing." He said honestly, wincing. "Please…come with me. We can travel the whole Universe together just like we said we would a long time ago. I know there's still a good part of you even if it is deep down inside." He just didn't seem to give up. The Master knew he would never until there was no other choice. Not if the Master threatened his companions again, especially those the other cared about. The Master exhaled sharply, glaring at the Doctor coldly. The two time lords stared at each other, one glaring while the other was pleading. Who would win?
"Fine." The Doctor, unsuspecting this answer, gaped. "What?" He finally asked in shock. The Master rolled his eyes but turned his gaze away from the Doctor. He was going to regret this. Oh, how he was so going to regret this. "I said fine. I'll…I'll go with you. For now. However…" He trailed off, once again looking at his enemy.
The Doctor seemed to be stunned speechless. It would be amusing if the Master wasn't too busy seething. "You will help me get rid of the cursed Drums Rassilon cursed me with." He demanded, narrowing his eyes. Slowly, the Doctor nodded. It was asking a lot but worth it if his friend gave in to his offer. Very much worth it. "Of course. Now, there are some rules we ne-" He stopped, seeing the Master's scathing look. "What?" The Doctor asked.
"Don't push it."