The Doctor has retrieved The Master from the time lock, but it is not without great cost. Set before/during Salvation Thy Name is Doctor.
D.R.
Light filtered through the door from the hall. The figure was lying on his side with his back to the door. He could almost pretend the man was simply sleeping as he had been attempting to only moments before in his own room.
He could almost pretend.
Almost.
Still, he knew the sickening truth no matter how much he tried to pretend otherwise even as he padded across the room and slipped under the blankets to join him. He knew even as he brushed pale blonde strands back that those brown eyes he brushed them away from might never focus on him again, that whatever he saw, that whatever horrors creased his brow and tightened his lips might never cease. He knew even as he pressed himself along the other's back, fitting as well together in these bodies as they always had, that this was his fault. He knew even as he wrapped his arms around him, so as to be even closer, that even if he was to wake, that he would never forgive him for what had been done, that he would never forgive himself either. He knew, even as he breathed deep the Master's scent, nose pressing into the nape of his neck, that he didn't deserve it.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, then he choked on a sob, and his hands tightened into the fabric of the sweatshirt, "I'm so sorry." Tears and snot mingled across his face, smearing into the tight knit of the material of the hood and across the exposed alabaster skin as he sobbed brokenly, "Please, please, come back to me, don't leave me like this, please, I don't want to be alone, you're all I have, you're all I ever had, you're all I ever wanted, please." His entire being heaved and shuddered as he wept. "Please, I'm so sorry."