This story also includes other character- Jack Harkness and others but you can only list two
"I don't like this."
"Like it or not, we can't do business without their approval. They rule this sector."
"Is that why you brought that black stuff?"
"It's called tea and I heard one of them had a liking for it."
"But you can get that stuff anywhere."
"Not this tea, this tea's from Sol Three...the original and the best."
"Well it better work."
"Quit worrying, it'll be fine."
"Sure, I've not forgotten what happened to Javix, they still haven't found all of him."
"Well I'm not Javix, he got greedy."
The pair fell silent as they approached the gates of the largest building in the city.
No-one traded or made any money without the approval of this pair, and everyone gave a percentage of their profits, or you ended up like Javix.
The intimidation began at the gates, with the huge reptilian guards, who watched them with hungry eyes.
Once past the gates the building within was meant to impress, as much as the ever present guards were meant to frighten. They tried not to notice the cameras that followed them and only stopped when the guard did.
A few moments later an elderly man appeared.
"Welcome gentlemen, this way please."
A set of doors opened and the pair followed the man and they welcomed the cool of the interior; imported stone no doubt.
But they were here to do business, not admire the masonry.
They were ushered into a room, not an office but some kind of living area; the decor told them as much.
"My lord will be with you in a moment," the old man said and left them alone, but not for long.
The door opened and a blond haired man walked in and they sensed straight away the aura of power; it exuded from him and they tried to resist the shudder that went through them.
"Gentlemen," the man said and sat on the over large lounger. "I've been told you want to set up business in this sector. What is that you do?"
One of the men stepped forward. "My Lord, my name is Solzar and this is my associate Vez. We are traders in the exotic and rare and to show our wares we have brought this."
The same man that had showed them in took the box and handed it to the blond man, who opened it and let out a snort.
"Tea, you brought me tea?"
"This is no run of the mill tea, this is tea from Sol Three...Ceylon I believe it is called."
The blond man raised an eyebrow. "I'm impressed. I'm sure we can do business. Leave your details with Salis and my agent will be in contact with you...now go away, I have other business."
The Master walked quickly back to the room he'd left and to the particularly pleasant situation; one he intended to finish.
He closed the doors behind him and looked at the occupant of the bed.
"Now, where were we?"
"Well, I was going to get naked, but now I'm thinking of doing something more interesting," the Doctor replied.
The Master sighed and then played his ace. "I have something for you."
"Don't try and sweet talk me. Whatever it was, it could have waited."
This wasn't going to be easy the Master thought.
"Here," he said and threw the box and slumped in a chair.
The Doctor opened the box and looked inside. "Tea, you brought me tea?"
He sniffed the leaves and then smiled.
"Ceylon tea, how did you get Ceylon tea and from Earth?"
The Master wasn't one to miss a chance. "It wasn't easy. You have no idea how many people I had to bribe."
The smile on the Doctor's face turned salacious. "Then I'll enjoy a cup later, but first."
There was the rustle of clothes and the smile returned to the Master's face.
"You...have...the...most...biteable ..." he said as he worked his way down the Doctor's neck.
The noise it elicited from his bedfellow only fuelled his arousal.
"Eager, aren't we," the Doctor said in that husky voice that he knew the Master couldn't resist and then pushed him away.
"Oh, that's not fair," the Master growled. "Now you'll have to pay."
Much later the Doctor stood at the window, a cup of that tea in hand.
He was alone; the Master had gone, doing whatever it was he did. He didn't care that much about the Master's criminal activities; it kept his family safe and that was all that mattered.
The first six months after the birth of their daughter had been a nightmare. It seemed that every bounty hunter and greedy low-life had chanced their arm; but running wasn't easy with a young baby.
Eventually the Master had found them a sanctuary and had made sure that no-one hunted them again.
The doors suddenly burst open and a blur of colour was across the room and clinging to his legs in seconds.
He steadied the cup and put it down and scooped up the little girl that had attached herself to his legs.
"Have you run away from the nanny again, little chaos."
"Don't like her, she says I'm a bad girl."
"Well, if you keep running away."
The flustered nanny appeared at the door.
"I'm sorry, my Lord. She is supposed to be in bed."
"It's all right, you can go."
The woman curtsied and glared at the little girl when she stuck her tongue out.
"Behave, Sisrai," he said and carried her back to her room.
She was growing fast and she was five now, even though she was only born a year ago. He would have found it odd, if it were not for the unusual circumstances of her birth.
He'd decided it must be his and the Master's destiny to produce the next step along the Time Lord evolutionary line.
"Now sleep, young lady. Tomorrow is a busy day."
He kissed her goodnight and left her.
Once he'd left she sat up in the bed and said. "She said I was mean."
The nanny was glad to be away from the child; her skin crawled when she looked at her.
At first she'd thought she was a sweet child albeit mischievous, but as she'd grown, she had seen the child for what she was...a devil with an angel's face.
She walked into her kitchen and filled the kettle and switched on the cooker and the explosion rattled every window in the building...and somewhere a little girl was laughing.