-1Authors Note: I do realize that some of these chapters will be short (they looked longer on paper… my unending weakness) but I do hope you will enjoy. As this is my first try at anything of this nature, I hope it will not disappoint.

Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff. I wish I did. I also wish I could go around laughing insanely with the Doctor. But I can't. Aww, well…

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CHAPTER 1: Departure

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He was so excruciatingly bored. Maybe he should go stalk the Doctor now? No, he decided. It's not time yet. The former Harold Saxon sighed. He was supposed to be dead. And his Doctor, oh that famous Doctor, mourned him every day.

Insane and evil as the Master is, he still longed to let his old friend, nemesis, lo-- and he cut that thought off right there.

Wishful thinking gets you nowhere.

Rubbing his temples, he resigned himself to the throbbing cacophony in his head for a while longer.

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Sighing yet again, he stood. Locating the time-space warp band that he had homemade (a fine irony that he could never go home, he couldn't help but think) and to be damned with waiting. Patient the Master may be, but this regeneration was also young and easily excitable.

Strapping on the machine, he gave a brilliant smile to the mirror. "Just as handsome as always… I need to pay a visit to my Doctor."

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