He was almost hyperventilating. He was nearly 200 years old, and had never done anything illegal. Not this illegal, anyway. Sure, he had gotten into tons of trouble with his only friend (he had been getting weird lately though, insisting that everyone call him 'The Master') but that had always been what he thought were cutesy pranks, not that he said it aloud, for fear of spiders in his bed. But he knew the time was coming when he would stop aging- he could feel it. He had seen it happen to both his parents, although his mother still looked young and gorgeous. The hair he so painstakingly gelled out of his face was beginning to see streaks of grey, which made him feel uncomfortable. Although no one on Gallifrey really judged, every now and then he would hear the offhand comments about his apparent age compared to his parents that people made, usually while wearing a slight sneer. It was no secret that most people thought he was no good, either. Wasn't he proving them right? No one really dared to show any sort of mischief towards Rassilon, yet here he was, stealing the Lord President's favorite old TARDIS. It was nearly effortless to break into the museum, and the so called security detail was practically a joke. So why was he so nervous?
Once he drew close to the gorgeous burgundy steel alloy door, his anxiety quelled. He could feel the telepathic hum in his head as he stepped over the velveteen rope to stroke the metal. The ship gave off a female vibe, all excitement and riddles.
He'd been thinking about this for days. Just taking a TARDIS and going. But all the new models felt so wrong. This ship had a beautiful nostalgia about her. (Looking back on it when he told River how he'd gotten Sexy, he compared it to listening to a vinyl versus a digital download. Sexy definitely had the warm scratchy sounds in the background.) Reaching for his lockpicking tools at the same time, he tugged on the door and, much to his surprise, it opened. He tenatively stepped inside while listening for the alarms that never came.
He forgot about the implications of stealing her, forgot how his parents would react to the letter he'd left for them, and forgot about how angry Rassilon would be. His eyes swept over every inch of the machine in reverence and awe as he walked further in, until he placed his hands on the center console and passionately stated, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever known."
