Rose sighed for the fifth time, "I would like to know what you hope to accomplish on my planet," She not so much asked as demanded from the man sitting across from her.
He just smirked, "And why, of all the stupid apes on this planet, should I tell you?"
"Because, i happen to be the only one who can get you out of here, unless of course you're here to cause harm to the inhabitants of this planet." She was getting fed up with him.
"And what if I want to be here? Maybe I enjoy your company," He refused to wipe that infuriating smirk off of his face.
"Well, that might be so. But for some reason I doubt that you want to spend that much time with me." She was about ready to walk out of the room and have him taken back to his cell.
"And what makes you think that? You don't know me, or anything about me for that matter. Why else would you be in here interrogating me?"
It was her turn to smile, ""I actually know a lot more than you think," She stood up and went to exit the room, but paused next to the guard, "Make sure no one gives him aspirin, he's allergic to it."
Rose had him brought up to her office this time instead of going to see him in the dark, gloomy interrogation room.
The prisoner gave her a lazy smile. The guards exited the room and he wiped the smile off of his face, completely serious now. "How do you know I'm allergic to aspirin?" He demanded.
She just smiled, enjoying knowing something he didn't, "Why should I tell you? You won't tell me what I want to know so I'll be happy to return the favor."
"Well, maybe I would be more inclined to cooperate if you removed these handcuffs." He hinted not so subtly.
Rose just waved her hand in an unconcerned fashion, "You already did that the moment the guards left."
He paused a moment to reevaluate the woman sitting in front of him before asking, "How did you know that?" dropping the cuffs from his wrists.
"Same way I know that if you ever give me your name it won't be your given one, but rather the name you gave yourself. Most likely a title. And that you are likely a thousand years old or so, and are allergic to aspirin. And you will never find out how that is unless you answer my questions."
He sat there for a few seconds before speaking, "What do you want to know?"
Rose gazed at him for a moment before deciding, "Let's start with your name."
He grinned, "Well that's an easy one. I'm The Master, but you could also call me Harry Saxon, next?"
"Hmm, should have guessed. Well, Master, what are your intentions on Earth?"
"I actually have no intentions to cause your planet any harm, at least not yet. Now, how do I look? Haven't seen this face before."
Much to his surprise she didn't seem confused by his question. Although he really shouldn't have been seeing as she already knew so much about him.
Rose opened the drawer of her desk and pulled out a small hand mirror and passed it to him over the table.
"Hmm," He murmured, "Not bad. Definitely better than that old one two faces ago. Nice cheekbones. Great hair," Rose choked and he lifted his eyes to her curiously, "What?"
She rushed to regain her composure, "Nothing, it's nothing. Just a reminder."
He raised a eyebrow, "A reminder of what exactly, miss…"
She glared at him, 'An old friend. And it's Miss. Tyler. Rose Tyler."
Master eyed her, "And why would that cause you to choke?"
She glared at him even harder, "That is none of your business," And suddenly she deflated, resting her head back on her chair, "I'm so tired, Harry. And I know you don't care, but no one else would understand. I don't belong here and neither do you," She paused before raising her head to look him in the eye and replaced her mask, "How did you get here?"
He seemed to be amused by her question, "I don't know. Probably Earth's gravity pulling me in or some teleportation device."
"That's not what I meant. How did you get to this universe. I know you are from the Prime Universe, Time Lords don't exist here after all. So how did you get here?"
The Master stood abruptly, "How do you know about Time Lords if we don't exist here? And how do you know about other universes?" He demanded.
She just smiled, hiding her exhaustion behind the mask, "You already know that Harry. But if I really must spell it out for you, I'm not from this universe. I'm from yours."