Under the Radar
In an empty alleyway filled with abandoned piles of other people's waste a light breeze filled though the air. Then there was most beautiful sound. A rich alien sound and with it appeared a blue British police call box from nowhere what so ever. A ginger cat meowed in the distance and ran away from the foreign object from nowhere. But really it wasn't a blue box at all, no it was a TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimensions In Space) to which belonged to the Doctor. So who is this Doctor? He is not just 'a' doctor but 'the' Doctor, the difference was in the definite article. It was dark outside of the call box and no one was in sight as it was early in the morning on a Saturday as it just so happened and who would wake up early on a Saturday sides for those whom worked crazy hours? Moments later from the TARDIS emerged the Doctor himself.
He was tall, around six feet high. His hair was an impossible mob of chestnut and his eyes were a dark chocolate brown. The man or rather Time Lord was wearing his typical pinstriped attire with a tan trench coat given him by none other than Janis Joplin herself and on his feet were bright red converses. The Doctor looked around the alleyway as he was looking for something. In fact it just so happened that he was. As earlier he felt something impossible, yet he was all about the impossible so he was following his nose. What he sensed was another Time Lord, a familiar one at that. He knew this Time Lord but it was impossible as Gallifrey was destroyed by his own hands and the Master was dead. The Master or Koschie as he once knew him by died him his arms after pleads of regeneration, however he refused and so died. By this he broke both of the Doctor's fragile hearts which now pounded in his chest. So whoever it was must have slipped under the radar for quite some time.
Pulling out his sonic screwdriver he flicked the button thus causing it to buzz and flash a blue light on and off as he searched for this other being like himself. The alleyway was dark and he could see nothing. A sigh fell from his lips. Not a sight of disappointment but of curiosity as he could feel that whoever it was near. It excited him as he hated to be alone. Being alone was his worse fears and when he was alone he was a broken thing. When he was alone, he was like a lost puppy and only became torn. Which is why he was so dependent on having a companion around with him, and one of them cured his harshness. That was Rose. Rose Tyler, a blond haired woman in her early twenties who was lost in a parallel world. The Doctor loved her and never told her as it would only break him even more. So he left her as it broke his hearts being with her and not being able to be with her as she was a human and he was a Time Lord.
Footsteps were coming. They were coming in a perfect beat with the step. No one he knew walked like that. No one expect for the Time Lord whom died in his arms. Whom he buried, burned as it was the tradition. His eyes widened as then he knew, after all this time was tricked and all he could do was just freeze in his spot and wait. His eyes widened and then he saw a man wearing a black suit and a matching tie. The hair was dark shade of brown and they eyes were a cerulean. He was beautiful and took his breath away and brought tears to his eyes at the same time. Closer and closer came the figure and just a few feet away from the frozen Doctor he stopped and smirked at him. Tears poured down his cheeks and he looked at him and their eyes met halfway.
"Doctor," the burnet whispered to him. "So good to see you again." He stepped closer to him and brushed his hand across his cheek. "Miss me?"
Nothing, he couldn't say it. It was not possible, yet there he was. Was he hallucinating? Was this a very good or bad dream? Perhaps a nightmare? Gulping he managed to say, "Master." It was hard, even the one word came out rough and mingled with his utter confusion as he was supposedly dead. Yet there he was in front of him. Touching him which caused him to flush a light pink. "I—I— but you died. I saw you die. I buried you, I burred the corpse." The pinstriped Time Lord found himself telling him as he tended to ramble.
"Yes, I did. You are not mistaken, my Doctor." He continued to draw himself closer to the Doctor as he was getting a reaction from him and he was loving it.
"Then how?"
"Do you honestly think I can die? Oh Theta . . . so much have you yet to learn. You may know me. But not well enough. Come; let me show you my world. The world you created for me, I think the black hole did me some good after all. Do not feel guilty, I am thankful of that. Now. . ." his hands cupped the Doctor's slender face and felt his pale sensitive skin.
Yes his words were true, he tossed him into a black hole to save himself as he was scared at the time and was acting out of his instincts. Again those soft hands were caressing his skin and he let them as he still loved him from so long ago. Long lost love, to which he never confessed to him as they were best friends at the time and now were foes. His flush only deepened and changed to a deeper magenta. "Koschi--please." He called him by his nickname from him as he called him his old name.
"I forgive you, now you will do as I say and come with me." The Master told him and took his other arm around him and let it wander to his bum and gently gave it a squeeze. He led him over to the blue box and opened the door and pushed him inside. "You are mine Doctor and I know you want me, this and don't try to contradict me because I know you love me and want me. It's either this my Theta, or the hard way and I think you want the easy way. Yes?"
Only a nod and then he clung to him as he explored him and only found himself obeying, his newly found Master of love.
