A/N: I've been wanting to make a story about the SimmMaster and the Tenth Doctor taveling so here ya go :) hope you enjoy. It may take a while for future chapters..this one took me a few days to right and i have other stories i havent finished yet. Review make me happy :)

The Doctor was lead through a hall way by one of the doctors working at the mental hospital. The hall was plain, the walls were white, there were doors on either side all the way down the hall.

"It's nice of you to come on such short notice Doctor Smith." The doctor said as they walked through the mental hospital, "To be honest I wasn't expecting anyone to come and check this guy out for at least another few days."

"Oh, no problem. It's been slow in the office so I just came early." The Doctor lied smoothly.

The hospital doctor laughed, "Better than here. We're over flowing with patients. And then we get this patient, we can't get him to tell us his name, and we can't get an identification on him. No ones come looking for him. He wont talk to anyone yet. The police found him on the corner with blood all over him. It was his own." He added at the Doctors questioning look.

"Is he hurt?" The Doctor asked concerned.

"No. That's another thing, he healed quicker than he should have. When he came here he had broken ribs, gaping wounds, bruises, and his head was split open. But now you wouldn't even know he had so much as a scratch only a day ago."

"That is weird." The Doctor commented thoughtfully. Not even a time lord would recover from all those injuries that fast. But he was more concerned about what happened to him to end him up in a mental hospital. "What mental state is he in?"

"He hasn't spoken, we're not sure if he can. He's been through some kind of trauma but, like I said, he wont tell us what happened."

The Doctor nodded, and swallowed the lump in his throat. What happened to him? The Master he knew would have broken out by now. Or at least would have insulted the human doctors. He remembered how he was after he was resurrected, again. When the Doctor went to him in the warehouse, the Master begged him to hear the drums. Maybe his mental state was worse than he thought. Whatever happened after he went into the time war to kill Rassilon must have finally drove him to have a break down.

Another thing was, how did he survive the time war? How was he alive now? He'd soon find out.

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The Master sat on a plain bed in a plain looking room. He had his knees hugged tight to his chest. The noise in his head louder than ever. He could barely hear what the humans were saying. At least one would come in every hour of so. This time it was a male, late twenties, with a grin that stated clearly that he was faking his cheeriness. He was talking, but the drums were so loud he only caught some of what he said,

"..sir..I'm doctor-..can you...your name?" He paused and waited for the Master to say something. When he didn't he continued talking. The Master stopped trying to listen.

The drums continued to beat loudly in his mind. Beating against his skull.

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They usually got louder when he was angry. But the Master wasn't angry then, he was- he didn't know. Scared? No, he didn't get scared. Did he? He wasn't scared of this human, or of this place, where ever it was, he couldn't remember why he was scared. Not that he was admitting he was.

Thinking back, the Master couldn't remember how he got- where ever he was. The last thing he remembered he was pushing Rassilon back into the time war. Thinking of Rassilon made him angry, which made the drums beat, if possible, even louder. He winced and groaned and pressed his head to his knees, burying his face. After that, he could only remember emotions. Anger mostly, then pain and anger, then fear, anger and silence, then he felt trapped, and after that there was a big blank. Next thing he knew he was being wheeled into the room he was in now.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off. He had a bad head injury before, which was now strangely completely healed, so that might explain why he couldn't remember. He felt a hand on his shoulder again.

"Master?" He faintly heard a familiar voice asked through the drums. He looked up. It was the Doctor, in his latest regeneration. Wild brown hair, pinstriped suit, face laced with worry and maybe even pity. Part of him was glad the Doctor was there, but another part told that part he didn't need him or his pity. He was saying something but the drums were still drowning out everything.

"Can't you hear it?" The Master knew he was pleading, he didn't want to but he couldn't help it. The Doctor shook his head sadly. "It's so loud." He whispered. He put his face back in his knees. He was tired and his head was bursting. He just wanted everything to go away. The Mater knew the Doctor wasn't going to leave. Not until he fixed him. But that wouldn't stop the Master from trying. So he ignored him.

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"Master?" The Doctor tried to get the Master to respond again, but he was ignoring him, or he just didn't hear him. He had his head in his knees, which were pulled up to his chest. The site of him pulled at the Doctors hearts. He just looked so scared. He needed to get him in the TARDIS so he could get proper rest. According to the doctors at the hospital he hadn't slept since he was brought in and with the injuries he had, healed or not, he needed rest.

It took about twenty minutes to get the doctors to agree to let him take the Master out of the hospital. He told them he was transfering him to better equipt mental hospital. The workers kept arguing that it was against protocall. After showing about five different doctors his psychic paper he got them to agree.

"Master." He shook the time lords shoulder. He was still in the same position. He looked up.

"I don't need your help." He said glaring.

"Doesn't look that way to me." The Doctor said softly, "I'm bringing you to the TARDIS where you can get some rest."

"Then what? I become your pet?" He scoffed. "I'll just stay here."

"Do you even know where 'here' is?"

"No," the Master looked around, "But its sure better than being imprisoned with you."

"You wont be my prisoner." The Master gave him a look. The Doctor sighed, "We can just travel, we can see the universe together."

The Master smirked, "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Master, I'm trying to help."

"I don't need help, least of all from you."

They stayed silent for a moment. Then the Doctor spoke, "I can help, with the drums." The Doctor thought he saw hope cross the Master's face for a second, which switched to sadness.

"They did stop, for a while. I can't remember. But I know they did." He looked down at his feet.

"What do you mean?" The Doctor asked. The Master always went on about how the drums never stopped. He never heard him say they stopped but came back.

"I don't know. But I remember them stopping. And the silence without them." He shivered and hugged himself tighter, "It was unbearable but now I wish they would stop again. They're louder than before. I can bearly hear what you're saying. I can't even think!" He put his hands over his ears as if he could block them out.

"Wait here." The Doctor said and got up to go get a wheel chair. He wasn't sure if the Master would be able to walk and it would support his story if he wheeled him out.

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After the Doctor left, the Master sat and listened to the drums waiting for him to come back. He knew he probably couldn't stop the drums. But he knew he wouldn't stop trying. The Master couldn't stop himself from hoping he could stop the constant drumming.

The loud pounding of the drums and his exhaustion were making his skull split.

Five minutes later the Doctor came through the doors with a wheel chair and a huge grin on his face. Why was he always so happy? It was so irritating.

"Ready?" The Doctor asked cheerily. "Need help?"

"I'm not a bloody child." He replied irritably. He put his legs over the bed and stood up. As soon as he stood he felt the room spinning and saw the floor getting closer. Before he could connect with it however, to his irritation, the Doctor caught him. Next thing the Master knew he was in the wheel chair with a concerned Doctor hovering over him asking what was wrong.

"It's just a migraine." He rested his head on the back of the chair and shut his eyes. If it wasn't for the loud bang that followed, the Master could have fallen asleep then. He groaned and opened his eyes.

The Doctor had wheeled him about halfway to the door, where they were now stopped. The door was opened, an angry human in a white coat was walking through the door way with two guards following behind. The Master could only assume that they figured out that whatever the Doctor told them was false. And sure enough. That's what happened.

"We called the hospital you claimed to work at. They've never heard of a doctor John Smith." The angry looking human told the Doctor.

The Master smirked up at the Doctor, who was now shifting uncomfortably, "You know, you are really bad at this for someone as oh so clever as you."

The Doctor ignored him, "Listen, I'm sure there's been a mistake-"

"I'm sure there has been. You're not really a doctor." He turned to the guards, "Arrest him."

The guards grabbed the Doctor and started dragging him away. Amused by the site of the mighty Doctor being arrested by two humans, the Master laughed and wheeled himself to follow but the human doctor stopped him.

"Sir, I need you to get back into bed."

The Master scoffed, "Bugger that!" He kicked the man in his knee and wheeled passed him into the hall. He spotted the Doctor, still struggling with the guards. He sped up his chair and ran full force into one of the guards. His foot collided with the guards stomach, throwing him to the tiled floor and the Master out of his chair. His head hit the floor with a thud, sending his world spinning for the second time in five minutes. He looked down to see a puddle of blood where his head hit. Now he didn't only have the drums beating in his head, a migraine, a gap of his memory missing, and his exhaustion but another head injury. He'd be better off if he just stayed in his room he decided.

He felt someone pulling him to his feet. It was the Doctor. Then they were running. More accurately, the Doctor was half holding half dragging the Master along as he ran. When trying to think of why the Master had saved the Doctor from being put in an Earth prison, the only explanation the Master could think of was that, though he hated the Doctor, he strangely trusted the Timelord with his life, and right then he needed him. He was terrified of something that he couldn't remember, and he might of held the answer to stopping the never ending noise in his head. So he saved him and went with him and took up his offer to travel the universe with the only other Timelord left, who was once his best friend when they were young. He would never admit any of this to anyone, least of all the Doctor.