This wholock fanfic takes place after The End of Time in Doctor Who and Season Three of BBC Sherlock. The Master survived but lost his power's, and has been taken into psychiatric care at 's hospital (you'll find out why when you read it). The Master is going by the false name Sebastain Moran, who was Moriarty's righthand man in the Original Sherlock Holmes books by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Chapter 1:
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The pounding continued. The Master had hoped,that after all that had happened, the drums would stop. But there they were, a harder burden to carry now that he knew why they were there. 'Even after I killed Rassilon,' the Master thought, 'The Time Vortex still won't leave me alone.' The Doctor would probably have said something about how killing never solves problems, and that he shouldn't have expected Rassilon's death to change anything. He hated the Doctor sometimes- most of the time actually. 'I don't have to worry about the Doctor anymore,' he thought smiling, 'The Doctor thinks I'm dead- again.' He suddenly felt a sort of sadness. It was hard to hear his own emotions over all the noise in his mind, but was it possible that he, missed, the Doctor? No...but maybe-
"Sebastian, are you even listening to me?!" The Master sighed and snapped back into reality. He may not have to worry about The Doctor anymore, but there were still other Doctor's who had been getting on his nerves lately.
"No, I wasn't listening," the Master said, "I was too busy thinking about how superior I am to all of you humans." The man, Dr. Watson, his name tag read, looked frustrated.
"You do realize that you're a human also, don't you?" He asked. "You're human just like the rest of us are." The master shook his head.
"No. I'm really not." He didn't know what he was, timelord hardly qualified anymore, but he definitely wasn't human. Dr. Watson put down his clipboard.
"Sebastian…" He started.
"Who?"
"You! You're Sebastian," Dr. Watson exclaimed, clearly annoyed.
"Oh yah! Thats my name…" The Master said remembering his alabi. "Sebastian Moran," he drawled, "That's my character, my player, my role." Dr. Watson, as all the other Doctor's, psychologists, and therapists 's hospital had sent had, looked thoroughly confused and frankly tired of his shenanigans.
"Listen," he said, "I know you're an ex-soldier and you have problems, but everyone else in this hospital agreed that if you won't cooperate then we'll stop trying to help you. And then you'll never leave the mental ward." Disgust filled the master's face. It was bad enough he had to pose as a human soldier (as if he would ever fight in those petty wars the people of earth so often had) but now he was at their mercy! The very people he had been so much more powerful than only a few weeks ago. And they had the nerve to call him insane as well?! The master glared. "There's no need for you to get angry." said. "You're the one who was being stubborn and unyielding." The Master continued glaring. "I volunteered to help you because you used to be a soldier. I was a soldier to and so I thought you might talk to me. Was I right, or are you gonna be spending the rest of your life in a padded cell?" He was exaggerating, the Master knew humans weren't allowed to imprison people who merely annoyed them, but he knew that there were other things they could do to him.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I just want you to answer a few of my questions."
"Fine."