Just a quick one-shot of how events could have turned out at the end of The Last Of The Time Lords, and how the Master was affected by them. Now, come to think of it, I might update it a bit more later, seems too short to leave alone. Well, enjoy what there is so far!
All The Time In The Galaxies
The Master was trapped in a human world. He himself had been reduced to human form. Clinging to the surface of the Earth as it hurtled through space. With no companion beside him to show him the difference between right and wrong.
Lucy had abandoned him, the Doctor had abandoned him, and thanks to the Doctor's time-reversal, the people of Britain had abandoned him.
Never to know his name.
As far as they were concerned, he was just another person, walking with the endless London crowds to work in the morning. Except he had no work to go to. He just walked. Aimlessly walked among the humans. He glanced down at his feet, imagining them treading the floorboards of the mighty Valiant. The mighty Valiant which the Doctor gave orders to be burnt right out of the sky and time itself.
"If they had any idea who I am", he thought, "or who I was."
He could remember it like it was five minutes ago, the moment when the Doctor brought his own and the Master's lives crashing down. Exactly one year ago, Lucy had grasped the gun which Francine had dropped and pulled it to her own head. The Doctor rushed to her aid, sparing a single glance as the Master looked on in disbelief. He paced over to the lift, but the Doctor had no time, nor strength, to stop him.
A Time Lord, with all the time in the galaxies, running out of time.
Unfortunately, that was it for now, but I'll break my habit of not updating and I will try my best and squeeze in a chapter 2 at some point! I'll update it if I get good reviews, so please R&R and be as critical as possible! Thanks for your time!