Summery: The Doctor can't stand the thought of life without the Master, so he brings him back. But things don't go as planed when the Master says he was happier dead, when the drums were silent. Now the Doctor must try to convince his old friend that life is worth living again...but will the Master listen?
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/The Master (Not that you can really tell from this part...can you?)
How Could You?
Silence.
There was absolute silence in this world. Nothing, no light, no sound and barley even any thought was able to survive in this world. The master at first had been confused, terrified and then ecstatic when he realized that the drumming, the stupid awful drumming that had haunted him all his living days, was gone.
He'd never been happier. Sure, he was dead and would probably never have any other companionship again, but they'd stopped. He'd tried finding ways before, before he'd ever given into them, to the drums, but whatever he found never quiet worked for long. Now though, silence filled his mind.
It made him feel calm, joyful and...at peace. He honestly hadn't felt like this since he'd turned eight years of age, when he had to look into the Untempered Schism of time.
He smiled, or at least he had the thought that he smiled. He still didn't know where he was, but he was pretty sure that at the moment it didn't matter. He either figured it out or he wouldn't, as long as the drums never came back.
The Master relaxed, letting himself drift along, uncaring about what his life had come to. Really if he'd known death would have stopped the drumming, he'd have done it eons ago himself. Well, he'd have done it if he'd been sane enough to at least.
He heard something.
No. Surely it was what was left of his damaged mind playing a final prank on itself, it wasn't as if he'd heard - boom, boom, boom, boom.
The Master felt like screaming as he made out the faint sound, the sound that was steadily growing louder the more time passed.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. Why? He was finally at peace for Rassilons sake! BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. The Master could feel it, the madness creeping back along with the drumming. Fear coursed through him. It was just like before, when he was a child staring into all of time and space, seeing how insignificant they all were, how insignificant he was.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
He felt himself beginning to drown. It was happening all over again, they were taking over and he was losing himself to the sound of drums.
Please work. Just please, come back, I promise that I'll take care of you, just please, we're the only ones left.
The Master frowned as those words trickled in past the pounding drums, weaving its way toward a part of him long since thought gone. Theta? He frowned, why would-
Just work already! Please just come back, you've never given up before so don't you dare start now, Master!
It finally struck him as to what was happening. The Doctor was bringing him back, and the drums were coming with. His being shook and the drums became louder, threating to shake him apart with the sheer force of them. He had to stop it, somehow he had to stay dead, stay here were he was finally at peace.
He started fighting. Just like before, when he'd fought the drums as a child until he couldn't anymore, he fought to stay dead. The irony wasn't lost on him, the Master who'd fought so hard to stay alive multiple times throughout his lives was now fighting to stay dead. He would laugh if the situation wasn't so urgently dire.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Please...
No, they were getting louder!
Please, just one more time Master, fight it!
That's exactly what he was attempting!
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Everything stilled, a long intense quiet enveloping the Master, silencing even the drums. He knew right away though, that this was not a peaceful quiet. It was the quiet before the storm, so to speak.
From the far off corner of his hearts, from a deep place that the Master had locked away centuries ago, came a burst of feeling so enormous that he would have doubled over in pain had he possessed a body. Theta no! Please don't do it! NO!
Suddenly the silence surrounding him seemed to burst, much like a bubble, and everything rushed into him at once. Pain, cold, hot, hunger, sadness, anger, desperation, but most of all, he felt himself being buried under the enormous sound of drums.
An image of his younger self came to mind, a face many lives long since passed, gasping and pleading for help as the sound of drums dragged him under again, to be replaced with that of the drums servant, the Master.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Please come back...
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
KOSCHEI!
His eyes snapped open, a scream escaping from his mouth as his body convulsed, shock and pain repelling from his every nerve while his body worked to start all systems on full. His brown eyes met those of the Doctors, whose hands where holding him down to stop any self harmed injuries from accruing.
The Master opened his mouth, and it may have been his voice and body, but it was Koschei who spoke while looking at the Doctor with betrayal filling his eyes, "How could you?" Was all he spoke before darkness yet again claimed him.
Though deeply in the darkness of his own mind, where even his own thoughts were stopped due to the shock of life again, the never-ending drumming had started again.
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