She wakes up, with his screaming in her head, and she sits up, sweaty and with a knot in her stomach.
"Hun?" her asleep husband ask and she mumbles an apology and it is ok, just a dream. He answers by cuddling her in his arms and she settles for a while, until he falls asleep. She can hear the distant scream, and someone, somewhere is hurting the Doctor.
Good.
The Master with a brand new female body, lies back and rests her head on the pillow, next to her new husband, a millionare from planet Xiuxtu. His fortune will be enough to get herself a couple of nice ships and some mercenaries.
Conquests should start somewhere after all.
She continues to hear the Doctor, like an echo in the back of her head. Most of the time he is running, adrenaline and the heat of the moment, erasing all emotions and worries, focus in solving the problem and saving the day. Sometimes, very rarely, he is happy and content, feeling safe and proud.
But is usually at night, when he is not running and all is quiet, that there is nothing but guilt and self hatred, which she can hear it, loud and clear.
The drums used to fill her mind, keep everything out. Almost a blessing, but really, she is happy to be rid of them, allows her thoughts to be clear, without the fits of insanity she used to suffer. So now her plans are more careful, more strategic.
She is as passionate as ever in the conquest of the universe,. It has nothing to do with the Doctor. Romana got it wrong, her appetite for power and war is not a stunt to get the attention of that old self righteous bastard.
The Doctor can fuck himself, for all she cares.
That night she kills her husband, it is a little more viciously than she intended. The Doctor is sad and hurt and his nightmares scream so loud. It makes her angry. Where the hell are his little companions to kiss it better?
As she looks at the mangled corpse in front of her, she knows it is a lost cause. No way she can say it was an accident. With a sigh, she cleans her knife and walks towards the closet, taking out her bloodstained dress.
She watches herself in the mirror and smiles, pleased at what she sees. She is a petite thing, this is her shortest incarnation. She has tanned skin and big brown doe eyes and her cheeks are salted with freckles. Her lips are thin but expressive. Her hair is dye brown.
She regenerated ginger and for Rassilion´s sake, she hates gingers.
She chooses a blue dress, and if it happens to be Tardis blue, it is just a coincidence.