Regeneration
(The Master POV)
He attempts to focus but it burns,burns,burns! He can feels the Doctor's TARDIS poking,shifting trying to make him better. Unless the TARDIS can get rid of the drums(the never ending drums) he will never get better.
He thinks that maybe he is smirking as he twists and turns and shovels his new attributes. The TARDIS wants him to be like the Doctor?
So.
Be.
It.
And as this face burns away in this all consuming fire he can't help but wonder, why can't I feel them?
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Here come the drums.
A/N:So this is my first serious attempt at at story. Mostly drabbles and stuff. Maybe a few headcanons. I hope I got the Master right. Really,has nobody noticed that after regenerating in the Doctor's TARDIS he was like the Doctor in his own psycho way?
Send me prompts and stuff.
And I know this is really short but I got this plot Bunny and it attacked me so hard I just typed it on my phone. So then R&R!
P.S Apparently I like italics. Who knew?