Author's Notes: Slight Spoilers for DW: Last of the TimeLords, and PDA: The Face of the Enemy, DW: Inferno, and BFA: Master.
He belonged to Her. He had known this for many centuries now. Why he was Hers, he had only truly known for decades. He accepted it quickly. He knew what could have happened otherwise.
Looking out the window he grinned to himself listening to the drums in his head. He had heard the Doctor's theory of where they had come from. He knew that wasn't true. Before he was brought back they were never there. At first he had blamed them on having been brought back badly, or having spent so much time in the matrix. But the absence of whispers that had always been there for so long had brought him to his final conclusion. It was because he was free of Her, making him finally true master of himself.
Looking back over his shoulder at his wife, he smirked at seeing that ever present glimmer in her eye. Having had seen the same glimmer in her father's eyes when he had met him, he had decided then that he would keep her close. Another piece of the Doctor's failure, he had to gloat under the Doctor's nose.
The pain was shooting through his chest as the Doctor held him close. He had told her about how her mother and her own earth burned at the hands of the Doctor. It was why she had joined him, why her father had aided, but he always wondered if she would work out that he was the one who had stopped her mother coming through to this earth, left to burn back on the destroyed planet, while her and her father replaced their duplicates on the earth that lay below the floating ship. Who had told her, he wondered. The Doctor was yelling at him to regenerate again. It was from the other Doctor in the burnt world where he had gotten the idea to destroy the earth in such a way from. He wondered if the pleading TimeLord had realised the parody that he had created for him. Then he saw Her in the corner, wearing the ever familiar green dress she wore so often, her face not having aged a day since she had last appeared before him. He knew then who had told Lucy about his actions against the invading dimension. Would figure one of the times he helped save this back water planet would come back to bite him in the ass, but then most of his alliances did. Would also figure that out of all her people only she wouldn't be repulsed to leave by the Time War.
He smirked watching her past the Doctor's face, ignoring the please, "How about that? I win"
His smirked quickly vanished as he saw Her's grow. He knew then that she had won. She had won before he had a chance to remind the Doctor of his purpose. Why the Doctor must be a saviour to the universe, and what could happen otherwise. He watched Her tap her fingers against her leg in that familiar pattern. He should have known that he would never be free of Her.
He looked away from Her as she melted away from view again, back to the pitiful face of his friend and enemy, "Will it stop, Doctor? The drumming. Will it stop?"
He knew it was the Doctor's fault that he was and never would be free of Her. He knew what would have happened if he Doctor had taken Her proposal so many years ago, instead of sacrificing his friends. He had forgiven him for this, allowing himself take the burden of death on his shoulders, while the Doctor became a champion of time. But still the Doctor had allowed Her to win, and the Master knew it would never stop.
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