Jellybaby?
The Master was bored. It had been more than a week since the Doctor picked him up from the planet he'd been living on. It was uninhabited (apparently he wasn't to be trusted with actual living people after the incident where he'd made it rain jelly on a colony moon and caused a minor ecological disaster) but at least there were the remains of a civilisation for him to play with. He'd thought when he had gone running towards the sounds of the TARDIS that the man had forgiven him for the little spat they'd had when the Doctor had failed to see the hilarity of his 'wibbly rain' before he was marooned on his little planet but evidently not. The Doctor had been perfectly civil but in the seven days he had been back on the TARDIS they had barely spent any time together and he felt lonelier here than he had been before he came aboard.
It really didn't seem to be anything he'd done, the Doctor was just acting strangely, avoiding him and spending a lot of time in his study where the master knew not to go uninvited – they had been together for long enough that they recognised that each of them needed their own space, for him he had his big empty planet, for the Doctor it was his study. So when the Doctor walked into the kitchen to find him wearing his best sad face and with tears streaking his face he tried hard to supress a grin as the man forgot his attempts at distancing and fell right into the Master's plot to discover what was going on.
"Hey" the concern was right there in his voice as the younger timelord crossed the room to put his arms around the master for the first time in weeks "what's wrong"
This was going to be too easy….
AN/ Just a teaser... i am evil but i've wanted to write this for a while and thought i should get it out
