A/N: My first fic here on FF.net. I feel proud of my self.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor Who.
The Master was running for his life. He hated running it was so undignified. It was hot as well. Why had he had to land on this planet? It was full of so many savage species one of which was chasing him right now.
He had had to take off his coat a long time down the run. So now all that was left on him was a thin cotton shirt and a pair of black slacks, plus his socks and shoes. He made a mental note to ware better running shoes when he was going to be on a hostile planet.
The wild cat was gaining on him and he was getting tired. He had to keep his pace away from the cat. He had to get back to his TARDIS.
Sometime ago on the Cheetah planet he had discovered a rare disease he had contracted from the wild beast that inhabited that planet. His TARDIS had had the means to heal his lacerations but not the disease that they had brought with them.
He had never been a runner and running for this long was starting to ware on his hearts. A mixture of fatigue and blood loss from the cuts he had suffered from the animal that was chancing him was slowing him down. He had to keep going or he would surely die. He tried but it was no use. It was to much for his body. His ankle twisted and he fell to the ground, his chest heaving from the excursion. He awaited the attack from the cheetah but before he could even feel the teeth sink into his body he fell unconscious.
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He woke up sometime later with a throbbing headache and a sore body. The rush of images from the past couple of hours before he lost consciousness past through his head reminding him that he was still alive when he knew that he should not be.
He rose up quickly, then mentally kicked him self when a sudden rush flashing of pain in his head sent a jolt to his stomach making him gag. He fell back to the blankets he had been sleeping on, and rolled on he side groaning in pain.
He felt a gentle push on his shoulder. He rolled onto his back breathing heavily trying to calm the constant sharp pain in his chest. Every breath was like a new dagger opening another wound. He felt those gentle hands again on his chest. They were rubbing in circles spreading a cool substance on his already cool skin. At an instant he felt a warmth seep into his body and into his lungs soothing him and making it easier to breath. His breathing slowed and he was able to relax just a little bit. There was still the pain in his body due perhaps to the wounds he had suffered.
A tear rolled down his cheek and it stung. He winced as the salty liquid passed over a cut.
There was soft trickling of water just inside his range of hearing, and the sound of a cloth being rung out. He could feel the bed move as pressure was put on it. The warm damp cloth was pressed lightly to his head and it stung a bit.
He dimly aware of a soft humming coming from ( what he rationalized to be a woman due to the high pitch of the humming ) the woman aiding him. It was a lofty tune with no real ending. It just sounded as if she were making up the notes as she went. She had a lovely voice.
She must have put something in the water because he couldn't feel the pain in his face. He opened his eyes but closed the again. It was a well-lit room. He blinked several times to allow his eyes to get used to the change. It took a while for his eyes to get focused but he could eventually make out were he had been taken.
He was in a humid hut, the warmth being intensified by the moisture in the air. The roof was made of thatch and the walls were little more than thatch reinforced by flimsy reeds. He tried to lift him self up but the pain in his chest was still too much.
The woman rubbed more of the soothing liquid on his arms before wrapping them in damp bandages. They smelled strong and that must be the healing ointment, he thought. He let her go about her work not moving or resisting treatment when she lifted up his arms to wrap them. She lifted his head up and gently put her hand under his back supporting him while she lifted him up. She took some of the ointment and rubbed it on his back, which tickled a bit but he was too tired to make the effort to wiggle. She took some of the wet cloths and wrapped it around his chest. She let him lay back down on the blankets.
He didn't fell her movement for quite sometime. He looked around the room for her and he realized that she had obviously left, but the humming was getting louder behind the thatch door making it clear to him that she was coming back. He gathered enough strength to lift him self into a sitting position against the headboard of the bed.
She looked at him as she came in. His dark hair was disheveled and his blue eyes were wary. " Hello." She said sweetly. " Are you feeling any better."
Her accent was strange and it was hard for him to place. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a harsh cough.
She rushed to a small well in the corner of the hut, lifted out the ladle and brought it to him. She held it against his lips and he drank greedily from it. " Here let me get more." She got off the bed and fetched more water from the corner. A moment later the ladle was back to his lips and he drank but far more slowly this time.
"Thank you." He managed to croak out.
"Your welcome." She said in that strange accent.
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A/N: There will be more to this story. Hopefully I will be able to write more soon. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor Who.
The Master was running for his life. He hated running it was so undignified. It was hot as well. Why had he had to land on this planet? It was full of so many savage species one of which was chasing him right now.
He had had to take off his coat a long time down the run. So now all that was left on him was a thin cotton shirt and a pair of black slacks, plus his socks and shoes. He made a mental note to ware better running shoes when he was going to be on a hostile planet.
The wild cat was gaining on him and he was getting tired. He had to keep his pace away from the cat. He had to get back to his TARDIS.
Sometime ago on the Cheetah planet he had discovered a rare disease he had contracted from the wild beast that inhabited that planet. His TARDIS had had the means to heal his lacerations but not the disease that they had brought with them.
He had never been a runner and running for this long was starting to ware on his hearts. A mixture of fatigue and blood loss from the cuts he had suffered from the animal that was chancing him was slowing him down. He had to keep going or he would surely die. He tried but it was no use. It was to much for his body. His ankle twisted and he fell to the ground, his chest heaving from the excursion. He awaited the attack from the cheetah but before he could even feel the teeth sink into his body he fell unconscious.
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He woke up sometime later with a throbbing headache and a sore body. The rush of images from the past couple of hours before he lost consciousness past through his head reminding him that he was still alive when he knew that he should not be.
He rose up quickly, then mentally kicked him self when a sudden rush flashing of pain in his head sent a jolt to his stomach making him gag. He fell back to the blankets he had been sleeping on, and rolled on he side groaning in pain.
He felt a gentle push on his shoulder. He rolled onto his back breathing heavily trying to calm the constant sharp pain in his chest. Every breath was like a new dagger opening another wound. He felt those gentle hands again on his chest. They were rubbing in circles spreading a cool substance on his already cool skin. At an instant he felt a warmth seep into his body and into his lungs soothing him and making it easier to breath. His breathing slowed and he was able to relax just a little bit. There was still the pain in his body due perhaps to the wounds he had suffered.
A tear rolled down his cheek and it stung. He winced as the salty liquid passed over a cut.
There was soft trickling of water just inside his range of hearing, and the sound of a cloth being rung out. He could feel the bed move as pressure was put on it. The warm damp cloth was pressed lightly to his head and it stung a bit.
He dimly aware of a soft humming coming from ( what he rationalized to be a woman due to the high pitch of the humming ) the woman aiding him. It was a lofty tune with no real ending. It just sounded as if she were making up the notes as she went. She had a lovely voice.
She must have put something in the water because he couldn't feel the pain in his face. He opened his eyes but closed the again. It was a well-lit room. He blinked several times to allow his eyes to get used to the change. It took a while for his eyes to get focused but he could eventually make out were he had been taken.
He was in a humid hut, the warmth being intensified by the moisture in the air. The roof was made of thatch and the walls were little more than thatch reinforced by flimsy reeds. He tried to lift him self up but the pain in his chest was still too much.
The woman rubbed more of the soothing liquid on his arms before wrapping them in damp bandages. They smelled strong and that must be the healing ointment, he thought. He let her go about her work not moving or resisting treatment when she lifted up his arms to wrap them. She lifted his head up and gently put her hand under his back supporting him while she lifted him up. She took some of the ointment and rubbed it on his back, which tickled a bit but he was too tired to make the effort to wiggle. She took some of the wet cloths and wrapped it around his chest. She let him lay back down on the blankets.
He didn't fell her movement for quite sometime. He looked around the room for her and he realized that she had obviously left, but the humming was getting louder behind the thatch door making it clear to him that she was coming back. He gathered enough strength to lift him self into a sitting position against the headboard of the bed.
She looked at him as she came in. His dark hair was disheveled and his blue eyes were wary. " Hello." She said sweetly. " Are you feeling any better."
Her accent was strange and it was hard for him to place. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a harsh cough.
She rushed to a small well in the corner of the hut, lifted out the ladle and brought it to him. She held it against his lips and he drank greedily from it. " Here let me get more." She got off the bed and fetched more water from the corner. A moment later the ladle was back to his lips and he drank but far more slowly this time.
"Thank you." He managed to croak out.
"Your welcome." She said in that strange accent.
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A/N: There will be more to this story. Hopefully I will be able to write more soon. I hope you like it.