A/N: Hey, it's that sequel! If you haven't read the previous story entitled: A Few Hours, I suggest you do so before you read this, or you will be majorly confused. This fic ships Master/Clara aka Osdrums. Don't like don't read.

Clara Oswald walked over to her phone as it blared loudly.

"Hello?"

"Get ready because we're going to take you shopping for something pretty to wear tonight!" The voice on the other end said gleefully.

Clara sighed, moving a strand of her brown hair out of her face. "I just got home from work, and I'm tired. Besides, I know I'm going on a date already, and what's wrong with the things I've worn in the past that I already own? And who's 'we'?"

"Well, I'm bringing mom..."

"Oh no."

"…and tonight is going to be very special."

"Why?"

"Spoilers."

"Come on!" Clara complained. "That's all you ever tell me!"

"Well, I'm sorry! But I promised that I wouldn't spoil anything else about the future! So what do you expect of me?"

"Okay. Fine. How are you getting here?"

"We took the TARDIS."

"Where are the boys?"

"We dumped them in Hyde Park, with much protest, I might add. It'll be good for them to catch up on… whatever Time Lords catch up on. To be frank, I have no idea. But they're stuck there until we get back."

"When will you get here?"

"Now!"

Clara turned as there was a knock on her door. Sighing, she set down the phone and walked to it. Flinging it open, she found River Son and the Woman standing in her doorway. "You two are unbelievable."

River smiled. "Aren't we?"

She sighed. "Well I still need to clean myself up before—"

River grabbed her arm. "Never mind that. We have clothes to buy!"

Before Clara could protest, she was pulled out the door.

"Insufferable earthling spawn." The Master muttered, scowling.

The Master and the Doctor sat on a bench in Hyde Park, close to a playground that was filled with children playing happily in the warm afternoon weather.

The Master was dressed in a white button-up shirt with a tie hanging loosely about his neck His blond, almost white hair stuck up every which way, as if he had tried and failed to style it. His hazel eyes darted over the scenery.

The Doctor, who was dressed in his normal attire, sat on the opposite end of the bench, absentmindedly fiddling with his sonic screwdriver. "Now I know you don't like humans, but the children are wonderful. The infinite possibilities of a human child's mind is remarkable."

The Master winced at a particularly loud shriek. "Why would you ever like something like that?"

"Have you ever met one?"

"No, and I don't plan on it."

"I'll have to introduce you to a friend of mine. Stormaggeadon, Dark Lord of All. Nice chap."

"They're so helpless." The Master griped as he watched a toddler barely able to walk toddle to its mother.

"They're no different than Time Lord children."

"They're more annoying."

"That's what you think." The Doctor shook his sonic at him. "You and Clara might have some one day once you get married."

He recoiled. "Why would I want to take care of one of those… things?"

"Because they're enjoyable. You just don't know it yet."

He sighed. "At least they make the drums quieter." He went silent for a moment, and then asked: "What is it with the rings? What's the point?"

"It's just human tradition." The Doctor said. "They do it to show… status, I guess. So some other man or woman won't try to… you know."

"Better not." The Master growled. "Doctor, is it normal to be nervous?"

The Doctor gave him a serious look. "No." He couldn't help but crack a smile as he saw the Master's eyes widen slightly. "I'm kidding. Yes, it's perfectly fine to be nervous. It's human. I'm proud of you."

"Shut up." The Master leaned back. "I can't believe your wife! She barges into your TARDIS with your mother and kicks us out because she has to go shopping!"

"I think she knew your intentions tonight, and went to get Clara some clothes or something like that."

"Oh." He muttered.

"Besides, that's what you get for leaving your TARDIS on Gallifrey."

"I didn't like that thing anyway. And I left my coat on board too! They had better not find that thing, or I will…"

"Don't worry. I hid it before they kicked us out."

"Good, or I would have destroyed something."

"You always say that."

"I mean it."

"Uh-huh. You sound so convincing. Admit it. Clara's found her way into those supposedly emotionless hearts of yours, you big old softie."

The Master opened his mouth to deliver a stinging retort, but was interrupted as something bumped his foot. He looked down and saw a red ball lying in the grass next to his feet. Looking up, he saw a little girl slowly walking towards them.

"What do I do?" He gritted at the Doctor.

The Time Lord gestured. "Just give it to her! Nothing bad will happen."

He picked up the ball and held it out to the girl, who had moved within reaching distance. "Here." He mumbled.

She took the ball, grinning widely at him. "Thank you!" She paused, making as if to go, but then asked: "Why does your hair look so funny?"

The Master glanced at the Doctor, who had turned away from them, but he could see his shoulders shaking with the laughter he was trying to hold in. "Well," He said. "A couple of my friends showed up and decided to mess up my day, which is why this happened." He pointed to his messy array of hair.

"Oh." The girl cocked her head. "Well tell them that wasn't a nice thing to do."

The Master cracked a small smile. "Believe me, I will."

"Bye!" The girl ran off back towards the playground.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" The Doctor turned back to face him.

"I guess not." He muttered. "Though she should be careful when commenting on other people's appearances."

"Oh, you can't blame them. They're curious about the world around them, and at that point in their life they don't know what is typically considered rude."

The Master watched as the girl kicked the ball to one of her friends. "That sounds quite a lot like you."

"Hey!"