BROKEN TIME LORDS
Summary: A homeless person is taken into The Royal Hope Hospital and it just so happens that he has two hearts.
Spoilers: Last Of The Time Lords
Warnings: Includes self-harm
Characters: The Master, The Doctor, Martha Jones
Point Of Views: 1:The Master's POV, 2:Martha's POV, 3:The Doctor's POV, 4:The Doctor's POV
1.
The rain poured down on a small town in London. The rain was soaking his hair and drenching his clothes. He never liked the rain, it seemed to be lacking some very nice chemicals rain used to have, but that was years ago. That was when the grass was red. He leant over his giant cylinder with burning newspaper inside. The weather was wrong too; it was always too cold. Yesterday some old lady with a kind smile gave him some medication, but he wasn't reacting well to it. He kept coughing all day long whenever he took or bought medication. He could taste all the different chemicals in it too, and they were once again wrong.
He was wearing a black suit with a coat and some really expensive shoes but yet he was living on the streets. He tried to get shelter, but they always told him he needed an ID, or a phone number to book a room. How can you 'book a room' anyway? Books are for reading.
He managed to find a dry cleaners so he could clean his clothes and he found a box filled with money called an ATM. It didn't take long for him to type in a code for 10,000 pounds to come pouring out. He bought more clothes and food but never slept indoors, besides he liked the sight of the sky at night. He knew the names of every single star out there.
He lived a pretty simple life. All he did was sit down on the bench all day and watch the humans walk past. He was always waiting for one man, but he never came. That normal pattern of life went on until the day he went for a walk into central London where he met a woman called Martha Jones.
He was just walking along and breathing in the oxygen when he saw a knife. He had the urge to bring pain to these apes, but he always tried to ignore it because the man he was longing for doesn't like people hurting his humans. But sometimes he liked to carve symbols into himself. He had no idea what each symbol meant, but it made him feel less lonely when ever he looked at them.
One day he cut the knife in too far and he hit a blood vessel. He began to bleed out all over the street and began to die. He had this weird feeling stirring inside him that made him feel like he wanted to refresh himself, whatever that means? An ambulance pulled up on the side of the road and some humans began to drag him into it. They loaded hooked him up to a machine that measured his blood pressure. The humans were shocked to see how fast his blood was pumping, but it's normal for him.
He got loaded out of the van and taken into a hospital. They put him on a bed and began to pump him with O- blood because they presumed that his blood type could cope with it. His hearts began to beat faster as they struggled to clean the human blood, but it was useless.
A doctor ran into the room when she got informed about this strange patient. When she saw him she gasped in shock. She told the other doctors to stop putting blood in his system. They did as they were ordered, although they were very confused.
Half an hour later the man woke up. He looked around the room until his eyes set on the fearful looking woman in the corner of the room who was watching him.
"The Doctor is coming to pick you up," she said still studying him.
The man leant against his pillow and tried to sit up. "Who's the Doctor?" he asked rather confused. Aren't there many doctors in a hospital?
"Oh don't play with me, Master," the woman said rather annoyed. "You're not going to get out of this. I have UNIT soldiers surrounding he hospital. It was very lucky I just so happened to be working back here today!"
The man stared at her confused. "Who are you?" he asked hoping it would trigger memories.
The woman smirked. "The person who walked around the Earth for a whole year stopping your raid of terror!"
He just looked at her very confused. The woman was wearing a badge that said her name on it. "Martha Jones… sounds familiar…" he said to himself.
"Ya think?" she asked mockingly.
Whenever he tried to think about his past his head always started hurting. He hadn't noticed he was tapping a beat of four on one of the metal poles that holds the bed together until Martha looked at him in hatred. He stopped and put his hand against his head trying to get the sound out, but it was hopeless.
A blue box began to materialise in the middle of the room. A smile was tugging at the corners of Martha's mouth as she saw it appear. A man in a pin stripped suit stepped out and walked over to Martha. A pulled her into a hug and then began thanking her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he repeated excitingly. "You didn't kill him."
Martha looked up at him with something that was questioning if she really did want whoever he was dead or not. "Don't push it," she said.
The pinstriped man then walked up to the bed where the other man sat. Straight when he looked him in the eyes he found who he was looking for. In his eyes he could see his best friend who was the only person on this whole stinking planet that he cared about, but there was something else in his eyes. It was like loss or loneliness. He must feel as sad and lonely as he does. His friend looked at him and clearly recognised something strange about him too. He tried to connect his mind with him and he didn't block him out. His friend jumped back in shock.
"Master?" his friend asked.
But he didn't even know who the Master was so he just looked away into the distance.
"Koschei?"
He turned his head to face him. "Theta," he said. "Why's it so empty?"
Koschei spoke in a really quiet and scared voice that really startled Martha.
"What did he say?" Martha interrupted.
Theta ignored her and walked closer to Koschei.
"It's okay, I'm here. Everything is going to be okay," Theta said as he climbed onto Koschei's bed and wrapped his arms around him.
"It's so dark… so alone…" Koschei said and tears formed in his eyes.
Theta looked down at him with that look that made Koschei's hearts sink. "I know, I know," he mumbled.
They both opened up there minds and connected to the only other bright stars in the room of darkness. Theta and Koschei got up from the bed and Theta guided him into the blue box with his arm still rapped around him.
2.
It was a brilliant Monday morning and the sun was shining through the gaps in the curtains. Martha lied in her bed with her sheets rapped tightly around her. She had wonderful dreams about other worlds and far away places, but then she always had to wake up to reality. It's not that she didn't want to travel with the Doctor, but if you get too close to the fire you get burnt. The Doctor did care about her but she was no Rose. She couldn't go spending the rest of her life flying in a blue box with a madman. She had worked so hard to become a doctor and now she gets to.
She did work for UNIT at one stage and she still does get called in for special operations but she now spends most of her time at the hospital. Today she was going back there and she was kind of nervous. She had been away so long. First travelling with the Doctor and then working for UNIT. She didn't even remember how to live a normal life anymore.
She got out of bed, got dressed, ate some toast, and walked out of the door. The hospital was just down the road so she didn't have to drive very far. When she came in sight of it she couldn't help but think of the day the hospital went to the moon.
She walked inside the door where she saw doctors carrying a man inside at a very fast speed; this must be really serious. Being the infamous Martha Jones, she always wanted to help so she ran up to one of the nearby doctors and asked what happened.
"We got called up because there was some man self-harming down the street. He would have died if we didn't get there fast enough. He has extremely high blood pressure and we have given him some O- because we couldn't find out what type he is. But is system isn't reacting well, but maybe if we give it a while then it will sort its self out," he replied in a rather excited tone. They never really got many interesting patients but he still was a little over the top. "But you know what the weird thing is? His heart is beating at the normal pace but his blood is going twice as fast."
Martha froze on the spot. That is a very unearthly thing for a human to have. Clearly he wasn't human. If the Doctor wanted to see her that bad then why didn't he just walk up to her instead of playing old games, and pretending to be sick just so he could go to hospital. But the man said that the patient was self-harming, so it couldn't be the Doctor.
Martha ran up the stares as fast as she could, receiving very odd looks from the other doctors and nurses. She ran into the patient's room and went over to his bed. The man lying there was the Master. It was the actual Master who was supposed to be dead! He looked like he was in some kind of coma so he didn't look like much a threat right now so she pushed the other doctors out of the way and put her stethoscope up to the left side of his chest and then to the right. Yep, two hearts. She gasped in shock.
"What's wrong Dr Jones?" a doctor asked her.
"Stop putting the blood into him," she ordered.
They did as they were told. Martha only stood there and stared in shock. How could he be alive? Why was he here? Why was he self-harming? And what was she going to do?
The other doctors moved away from the Master when they got the impression that Martha was going to take care of this. She lifted up his arm to take a look at the cuts down it. She was quite shocked by how warm his skin was; she hadn't felt anything like it since the Doctor.
She studied the inscriptions on his arm. They were of none of the languages she knew. Each symbol looked similar to the writing that was always on the TARDIS screen. It was most probably High Gallifreyan. Martha sat down on the closest chair she found and tried to focus on her breathing. She got out her phone and called UNIT.
"Hi this is Martha Jones, I think you better get down here quick," she said into the phone.
They didn't need to told where she was because they knew all too well that Martha had given up her job at UNIT to work at a small, insignificant, little hospital. Well that's what they thought of it.
"The Master is back, but we mustn't kill him. Only the Doctor will know what to do. I'll call him as soon as I can, I just need you lot to make sure he doesn't escape," Martha said.
"Yes Dr Jones, we'll send some people down there right away" the soldier replied.
She hung up and once again tried to collect herself. When the Master woke up she was expecting the worst. He would most probably try to kill every human in the building. She dialled the Doctor's number next.
"Hello?" he asked a bit suspiciously.
Martha couldn't help but feel relieved that she was hearing his voice. "Hi it's Martha."
"Martha Jones! Long time no see! How are things?"
"It's the Master," Martha said wanting to skip the whole 'missed you' conversation when he was just probably just having so much fun he forgot about her.
"What?" the Doctor asked, making sure he had actually heard her right.
"He's at the hospital, just lying in a bed, sleeping, right in front of me, he's seriously here."
"No." the Doctor's voice went a lot quieter. "How?"
"I donno. He's just somehow here, I don't care why but I want him gone."
"Ok… When are you?"
"4th of September, 2009, 11:50am."
The Doctor hung up leaving Martha alone in the room with the man that tortured her family and killed more than half of Earth's population.
3.
The Doctor hung up. He could barely speak any longer. He didn't know why he couldn't sense the Master but he was going to that time anyway. He suddenly felt a surge of hominess. He could sense the Master for just a second but then in faded.
"Oh he better still be alive!" the Doctor said to no one but himself.
The TARDIS materialised in the hospital and the Doctor ran out to find Martha standing there with an unhappy expression on her face, but then she smiled and ran up to the Doctor for a hug. He thanked her so very much, until they physically could not hug any longer.
The Doctor turned to look at the hospital bed, which his old friend lied in. Straight when the Doctor saw him and felt him alive in his head he did the one thing that he had been longing to do for what seemed like eons. He opened his mind and reached for the other Time Lord. He knew he was going to get knocked out of the Master's mind like he always did but he didn't for some strange reason. The Doctor searched around in his head trying to find out why he wasn't resisting.
"Master…" he began to ask. The Master didn't even look at him.
He kept searching in his head until he found the all so obvious explanation. He had no idea why the Master was here but all he knew is that he couldn't remember much at all besides the basics.
"Koschei?" he asked. The Master looked at him this time. He could see the isolation in his eyes clearly.
"Theta, why is it so empty?" he asked him in Gallifreyan. He looked so afraid and alone.
The Doctor hadn't spoken in Gallifreyan for many Earth years and even just hearing the Master speak in it brought pain to his hearts.
He walked over to the Master's bed and gave his best friend a hug. It felt so wonderful to touch another Time Lord again after being so alone.
"It's okay, I'm here. Everything is going to be okay," the Doctor replied also in Gallifreyan.
Martha stood in the distance not understanding a single word coming out of their mouths.
"It's so dark… so alone…" the Master said. He wasn't like this in the year 100trillian but that was because the drums were pushing all the pain away, but the drums were fading from his mind now.
"I know, I know," the Doctor replied.
The Doctor and the Master got off the bed and walked back to the TARDIS, where they were away from all of these humans that would never understand the Doctor's need for another Time Lord.
The Master ran his hand along the TARDIS console and soaked in that lovely Artron Energy. The Doctor desperately wanted to know what happened to the Master, and why he has forgotten, and why the drums have quietened down a lot, but the Master needed rest and he needed to go thank Martha another few thousand times.
The Master's bleak face turned very happy. He inhaled the air filled with TARDIS and Time Lord scent and smiled again.
The Doctor hadn't seen a smile like that on him since they were at the academy. The Master wondered down the halls happily exploring the TARDIS. The Doctor knew the TARDIS would make sure he wouldn't get into any trouble, so he walked out of the TARDIS.
She was standing there with her arms folded and had and expression on her face that looked like she wanted him to tell her what was going on. "So what is all this about?" she tried to ask casually.
"I honestly have no idea," the Doctor replied still smiling his manic grin. "Thank you, so much, Martha Jones. You have no idea how much this means to me."
Martha smiled a little bit. "I do know, and that's why I didn't just let UNIT just kill him, but… just be careful. You can't trust him."
The Doctor cringed at the word 'kill' but then he got over it. "I know."
He hugged Martha one last time before he turned around and re-entered the TARDIS.
4.
The Doctor found the Master asleep in the room that was his during the time he had hijacked the TARDIS. The Doctor never bothered to get rid of the room. The Master was sleeping a lot more peaceful than he even used to at school. He wasn't having any nightmares or anything this time. Suddenly bolted upright when the Doctor tried to enter his mind again. The Master looked at him confused, but then he let the Doctor in there again.
Even in the state he was in the Master was still a genius. His mind was sorted out so beautifully and it was just amazing to be in his head. But when the Doctor tried to find his memories there was nothing but a few little memories that didn't have that much significance.
The drums were so quiet that they could only just be heard the tiniest bit. The Doctor followed the sound and he found all the other memories there. The Doctor tried to fix the Master's mind by unlocking all of the other memories. It did absolutely nothing until about five minutes of sitting still and waiting. The Master finally blinked and then his eyes widened in horror. But then he relaxed again.
"Master?" the Doctor asked a little unsure of what was going on.
The Master looked at him. "They're gone…" he said unemotional but sounding a little bit more like himself. "The drums are gone!" he smiled his good smile again, that was nothing like his evil Harold Saxon smile.
The Doctor was still inside the Master's head. He could still hear the drums a little bit in there. "No they have just quietened down," he informed him.
The Master's smile faded slightly. "But that's still good!" he surprisingly hugged the Doctor but then pulled back embarrassed.
But the Doctor pulled him in again. They jumped up and down with glee.
"What happened?" the Doctor asked seriously. He could almost swear he saw fear in the Master's eyes.
"I died," he said simply.
"Yes, I know that part," the Doctor replied slightly annoyed.
"I refused to regenerate."
"Yes…"
"Why?"
The Doctor felt very annoyed now. How was he supposed to know why? He said it was because he didn't want to spend the rest of his life imprisoned with the Doctor, but he couldn't bare to say that, because he didn't want to admit to himself that his friend rather die than be with him.
"It was because I was going to kill you," the Master said lost in thought.
The Doctor looked at him confused.
"The drums were pounding so hard and ordering me to kill you right then and there. We couldn't be alone in the TARDIS together or after a while I would have just given in, so I ended it."
The Doctor couldn't help but feel selfishly happy about that. It wasn't because he'd rather die than be with him. But then he shoved those selfish thoughts out of his head and thought about it rationally. The Master had let himself die so he didn't have to kill him?
"And then what happened?" the Doctor asked intrigued.
"I woke up in the Time War…" the Master replied still staring out into space. "It was horrible. I had no way escaping then. The drums were so deafening, they were what lead me there. They wanted war so they got war. I had to fight in the war, and kill so many Daleks, so many more ships smashing into the Citadel. The Time Lords screaming in the dark as our last hope was destroyed and then it was ending. We knew they would win…"
As the Master was explaining this the Doctor could see it clear as the present. All of his memories he tried so hard to block out were coming back and it was so devastating.
"So we all fought them with everything we had. We no longer cared if we won or lost we just wanted to kill every single Dalek. We even resurrected Rassilon, Omega, and the Other, but it was no use. Then you burnt everything and locked the time lock and they all died. Just before everything burnt I just happened to find a dimension-canon. Those things are lot more powerful than we thought. Not only could they jump through dimensions they could also get through time locks. But it went wrong, the time lock was too powerful and it broke the dimension-canon so when I got here I lost my memory and lived on the streets for 4 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, and 8 hours," the Master finished explaining. His eyes were filled with so much pain that it was almost unbearable to watch.
Usually the Master wouldn't succumb to all the pain in front of his enemies but all they have is each other now, and they are the only ones in this reality that no how horrible it is.
The two Time Lords sat in the Master's room for what seemed like hours. They were just staring at each other and feeling each other's presence, but it was the only thing they wanted to do.
THE END.