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Doctor Who: A Different Body A Different Destiny

by

Celgress

The Planet Traken not long after the departure of the Fourth Doctor and his companion Adric

"Come along father you'll be needed to put everything together again," Nyssa said taking her father's hand in her own.

"Starting with my quarters," Tremas said with a slight chuckle. His first impulse was to investigate a strange seemingly alien device he had glimpsed out of the corner of his eye. Tremas, however, was exhausted from recent events. "Let us go my child. There is nothing here that cannot wait until tomorrow."

That Night

Nyssa could not sleep. Her mind was in turmoil after everything that had happened. She was wondering in the Council Chamber in an attempt to clear her head when she discovered the strange piece of furniture. Although she knew not what it was she behold a grandfather clock, or rather what appeared to be a grandfather clock. Out of curiosity the young woman reached up and touched the clock face. She was immediately paralyzed as a strange high pitched buzzing sound filled the previously quiet room.

"Father, somebody please help me!" Nyssa cried out in panic.

The front of the grandfather clock seemed to open up from it emerged the grotesque form of the Master. The Master inspected Nyssa like a fisher would a prize catch. "Not my first choice, but beggars can't be choosers." The Master said pragmatically. He slowly circled the terrified Nyssa. The Master took up a position behind Nyssa. "Still, I have a new body within my grasp at long last." He said jubilantly.

The decrepit crone the Master had been ever since his unlucky encounter with the Doctor's granddaughter Susan in 22nd Century Earth now phased into the young healthy body of Nyssa. The Master consumed Nyssa into himself using her in essence to force a new, unnatural regeneration of his failing form. Soon a raven-haired beauty with piercing grey eyes, smartly arched eyebrows, an angular nose, plump lips and pronounced cheekbones stood in Nyssa's steed. The new Master brought her hands to her face. She then ran her hands over the rest of her trim form. Her hands lingered briefly on her moderately sized bust before moving on. Finally, she gave her shoulder-length hair an experimental tug. Unlike Nyssa's which had been curly hers was smooth in texture.

"A new body at last." The Master repeated in her new elegantly sounding feminine voice. She wasted no more time entering her disguised TARDIS. It soon dematerialized with a familiar whirring sound.

Tremas arrived on the scene a moment later. "Nyssa I thought I heard you cry out. Where are you, my daughter?" He said searching around the otherwise empty chamber in vain for her.

The Master's TARDIS

The Master set her instruments to track the movements of the Doctor's TARDIS. Fortunately, the enemy vessel was still within range if barely. The Master then carefully consider her next move. Her original plan had been to follow the Doctor to his next destination then lay a trap there for her longtime nemesis. In light of recent events, she considered a devious new plan that promised to work even better if properly executed. The Doctor was notorious for picking up strays. The fool could not resist helping a human in need especially a female. The Master would exploit this flaw to infiltrate the Doctor's world where she would learn his every weakness which she would use against him when the proper opportunity arrived.

The Master looked down at herself with a wicked smile. Perhaps this change in biological sex would not be all bad. Her pretty face could be just what the Doctored ordered.

"I'll need a convincing backstory and a name that will appeal to the Doctor's foolish sense of honor." The Master mused aloud. After a few minutes of consideration, she happened upon the perfect name or perfect at least in her own twisted mind "I'll call myself Samantha Ret, Sam Ret for short." The Master loved creating scrambled versions of her chosen moniker the Master. "Now to properly wrap his present." She said marching off to her closets which every Time Lord or Time Lady maintained because of the varying tastes of their shifting identities.

To Be Continued

So, should I continue with this teaser concept or abandon it?