Hi! Just wanted to give a quick few pointers before you begin. This is in third person from The Master's point of view so every time him is in italics, it's talking about someone else. I'm pretty sure you can figure out who. The End of Time has already happened, and in the process of being dragged into the timelock, the drumming leaves the Master's head. Seeing as it had served it's purpose. For the purposes of this story the Master managed to wiggle his way out, while keeping the timelock intact. I may explain how later on, or not. I think that's all you really need to know for now...

Master: What about my new body?

PW: Oh, right! The timelord's granted him yet another set of regenerations..or at least that's wht he says, personally I think he stole them

Master: I did not! I am much to brilliant to steep to something like petty theivery!

PW: Yah, that'd just be too simple, and unthwartable now wouldn't it?

Master: Why you... *picks up frying pan*

PW: I'm kidding!Now just put the pan down... and Master? Master? Don-

Master: I'm sorry, PunkWolf is currently unavalible, so she doesn't own Doctor Who, because if she did Jenny and I would've already made a re-apperance. Now read the story you pathetic humans!

He glared up at the purple sky as it slowly began to redden, he scorned it for it's beauty for it's serenity, for the pure majestic-ness. He watched as the blue moon gave way to the red sun, as the stars were wiped from the sky. He didn't look down at the valley to watch the yellow grass turn orange. He knew how incredible it looked in the dawn, as if it was on fire. The sunrise on this planet was know to be the most stunning in the entire galaxy. Not that he cared about any of that. He would though, he'd marvel at it while blabbing on about the angles, and reflections of the light, how the rotation was just right to make it look like a film was being pulled away from the sky. The cursed beloved man, the one who just had to be, to be so Good! he hated the sky mostly for reminding him about him. Yet, he couldn't bear to look away or even to close his eyes.

What he hated most though was the silence. It was so loud! So impossibly, mind numbingly loud! It rang in his ears, vibrated down his back, and shook through his fingers and toes. The silence he'd ached for begged for, it hurt! At first it was serene and peaceful, but now it was glaring and loud. Every time he tried to shove away thoughts of him the silence would fill their place, and he'd drag them back. He was impossible smart, incredibly clever, and amazingly observant, but yet his mind could never fill with enough thoughts to force out the silence. It was always there pushing at him, shoving it's way into his thoughts. He hated it! It was horrid the silence! If only it'd just go away!

The worst part about the silence though was, that it wouldn't allow him to remember. No matter how hard he tried, or for how long, he couldn't remember. Even when he thought of it in a middle of a complicated equation surrounded by crowds, he couldn't remember. The sound that the silence had replaced. The one that had cursed him for most of his life, the one that had drove him insane. Drove him to the point, where he even put The Council, that cursed scheming council in front of himself to only make it stop! It did stop though in the end. As he was dragged into the time lock, kicking in screaming, the sound was lost. The eternal drumming, that had brought him forward to that one point in all of space and time! When he finally got his moment, that one precious moment, it was him that saved him. It was him who ended the blasted drumming. It was him who brought the silence.

He glared at the sky remembering that day, that cursed day. He watched as the red film finally settle over the sky, the blue completely gone. He watched as a meteor dove into the atmosphere. He watched it burn up with a sadistic joy, but it didn't burn up. It kept on coming down, it was in the stratosphere now. He watched in a sort of stupor as the meteor came crashing toward him, he blinked. It wasn't a meteor it was a ship. A ship that was about to crash right into the valley below him. He stood up quickly, as he watched it crash down, the grass burning with a real fire, not the sunset's illusion. He started heading down the mountain towards the crash.

He told himself he was only going, because it would help distract him from the silence. He wasn't going to help any survivors out of the goodness of his heart. He was just going to amuse himself for a bit before moving on. He told himself that he'd leave if things got complicated, that he wouldn't help unless it served himself. He wasn't like him. He had no interest in saving people, he only cared about having fun, and sitting on the mountain was boring. That's all, nothing more.

He easily picked his way down the mountain. This knew body of his was rather agile.. He liked that, made him feel like a mountain lion. He chastised himself for the comparison with an earth creature, but secretly he kind of like the comparison. His hair was even a similar color to the creatures fur. His eyes were even the same green commonly associated with the cat's of Earth. Not that he cared about Earth. He detested the planet. A place so loved by him could be nothing, but bad news.

He approached the edge of the wreckage, his hand in the pockets of his wait tail coat. He was rather found of that coat, he'd stolen it from a Harfleg politician who'd made fun of his eyes. The coat was the only decent piece of clothing the Harfleg had owned, the rest was rather colorful, and cheery. He shook off thoughts of the Harfleg,and drew his attention to the ship. It was a rather old model, for the timeframe he was in. It was a human ship, one commonly used on their colonization missions, though there hadn't been many of those recently. The humans had gotten themselves involved in another war. Though admittedly, that one was kind of his fault.

He sighed, the ship was heavily damaged, and most likely whoever had been piloting it was dead. Served the fool right, there was hole in the turbo boosters, which would of ruptured when the ship reached light speed. It was something that would have been caught in a proper inspection before take off. If the pilot knew anything about space travel he'd have had it taken care of it immediately. He turned his back to the wreckage intent on heading back to his ship, and finding another place to idle away his time when he heard the distinct sound of metal being hit, and thrown to the ground.

He turned back to watch as the pilot yanked themselves out of the ship. They would have landed perfectly, if it weren't, for the broken ankle which caused them to collapse to the ground. The pilot was humanoid in appearance, female with light blond hair, and a small skinny, but sturdy body. The fact that she'd been able to survive the crash with nothing worse then the broken ankle, intrigued him, and he decided to help the girl out. He jogged over to where the girl was clinging to the side of the ship, trying to pull a pack of belongings out. He grabbed the pack, slinging it over his shoulder, and leaned down to pick up the girl.

The fuselage had frayed in the crash, and the ship would most likely explode any second, and he wanted to find out exactly what this girl had been up to. He jogged off to the bottom of the mountain. He had just gotten far enough away when the ship did explode throwing him to the ground. He landed on top of the girl, and received the majority of the force from the explosion. He stood up, and brushed away at his coat. Thankfully it had received no true damage. Relieved that his favorite possession was intact, he turned to look at the girl.

She was slowly pulling herself into a sitting position, wincing whenever her ankle was given wait, but gritting her teeth against all other pain. Once she had herself in a comfortable position, with her back against the rock, she looked up at him. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her eyes. They were young, so much younger than the ones he knew, but they were those eyes. The eyes he knew better than any other's, better than his own. Eyes he both despised and adored. His eyes. The girls were a younger version, a more innocent look. They brought back memories, and he watched as a kaleidoscope of faces flashed before his eyes. All with the same eyes, getting more ancient, and deeper. Until they stopped, on the last face he'd seen them on before now.

The girl spoke erasing the image from his mind "Thanks, you saved me back there. I was in a rush didn't notice the hole." She smiled, and he was dazzled by it it wasn't his smile it was purely hers, yet it left him awestruck all the same "I'm Jenny by the way.

Ugh...my head.I wanted to give you guys a dramatic closing A/N, but my head hurts too much, so I'm gonna leave it to Jenny.

Jenny: How'd you all like the story? PunkWolf would be glad to here your thoughts, and any ideas you have for the plot. She plans to get a decent conflict started in the next chapter. She also plans on updating every Monday, but with midterms coming up, and the duedate for that contest being on the same day as her French...Well anyways REview!