This could possibly be spoilery for The End Of Time.
This is just a short something I had to get out of my system, what I think should have happened when The Master and Doctor met in the scrapyard. Contains slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the lines taken from the show etc...
The Doctor couldn't help the feeling of his heart sinking as The Master pleaded with him, the look of pain and loneliness in his eyes was so great. He understood that completely, what he would never understand was the Drums, the madness or the never ending bloodlust.
The Master leant towards him, eyes searching him for some kind of understanding, but found there was none.
"Please listen." He begged, unable to conceal the slight waver in his voice as The Doctor's glassy hazel eyes regarded him with a sickening look of pity. He despised that look, all he wanted was for The Doctor to hear it, the endless drumming, to see that he wasn't mad.
"I can't hear it." He whispered, as The Master got closer, making his breath catch painfully in his throat. What had happened to his Koschei?
The Master reached out with his grubby hands, a look of fury flashing across his face.
"Listen." He growled, holding the sides of The Doctor's head, leaning forwards to lean his forehead against his. But The Doctor intervened. He knew he wouldn't be able to hear a thing, and the thought broke his hearts. He just wanted things to be how they were before. Maybe they could make it work this time, neither of them would have to be lonely again.
He felt as if his chest would burst if he didn't do what his hearts were urging him to do, and instead of their foreheads connecting, it was their lips. He felt a spark, though, it may have been literally coming from The Master's aura. The Master grunted in protest as he felt warm, moist lips on his, but The Doctor only kissed harder and he felt the anger wash away, to be replaced only by primal lust. He deepened the kiss, feeling a fierce fire burning within and bit down hard on The Doctor's lip, drawing blood, forcing him to use his tongue as the dark, metallic liquid left a bitter taste in their mouths.
As the excitement grew, the Master took the opportunity to open his mind to him. Leaning forward as The Doctor's hand snaked down his back, he leant his forehead on his, hands still holding his head in place. He shut his eyes hard and concentrated. As the constant beat of 4/4 bled through to his mind, The Doctor flinched and drew back, his pulse speeding up further, if it was possible.
"What?" Asked the dark Timelord, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from going any further.
"But…" The Doctor looked scared, as he stared blankly in front of him, brain firing in all directions, trying to make sense of it. It was real.
"What?" Growled The Master again, growing impatient with every second.
"I heard it…." Whispered The Doctor.
"But there's no noise, there never has been, it's just your insanity. What is it? What's inside your head?" He asked, panic stricken. How could it possibly be real? What was this that had driven his oldest friend and lover to insanity?
The Master stared at him in comprehension.
"It's real." He gasped in shock. The revelation filled him with mirth, he had known he wasn't mad all along. He had been right and The Doctor had been wrong.