A/N: Unfortunately, I have not watched The Sarah-Jane Adventures. This story takes place just before that time. The thing is, I don't know what the inside of her house looks like. If the placement of rooms in my story doesn't match up to what it really looks like, I'm sorry.
Rose finished parking the TARDIS in the back garden of 13 Bannerman Road and rushed to the front of the house to impatiently wait for Sarah-Jane to arrive in her car. She couldn't take the Doctor or the spherical box into the TARDIS, but with a little work, she and Sarah-Jane were able to maneuver the Doctor into the back seat of Sarah-Jane's car.
Sarah-Jane had been extremely surprised to hear from Rose, but also very relieved. Having artron energy in her own body from time traveling, she had not been affected by the time stop. She had seen everyone effected by it and it was reassuring to hear that she was not alone.
When Sarah-Jane finally arrived, the two women awkwardly carried the Doctor inside and placed him on the couch in the living room.
"So these are your readings?" Rose asked as she stared up at Sarah-Jane's super computer, Mr. Smith.
"Yes. See, here at the beginning, it's two minutes before it started and goes to two minutes following. It goes from average activity to absolutely nothing at all. If you cut out the stopped time, the beginning activity and restarted activity appear as if there'd been no stop. No one knows that anything happened. And the very second it came back, the Doctor froze?"
"Yeah. I really don't know what to make of this. I don't know the best place to start, but I think I'm going to try figuring out more about the uses of artron energy," Rose said decisively.
"I'll see what I can learn from Mr. Smith."
"Thanks. I'll keep coming in to check on the Doctor."
"I'll do the same."
Rose started down the staircases en route to the TARDIS when she heard a knock at the front door. She ran back up the stairs, shouting for Sarah-Jane.
The knocking continued as they walked down the stairs together and Sarah-Jane shouted out, "I'm coming! Just a second!"
"Are you expecting anyone?" Rose whispered.
"No."
"Best I stay hidden then." Rose stopped on the staircase, two steps from the bottom.
Sarah-Jane opened the door and was greeted with a cheerful, "Hello!"
"Hello. Can I help you?" Sarah-Jane replied uncertainly. She quickly looked over the man in front of her, from his black boots to his leather jacket then to his short dark hair. When she finally looked at the young blond girl with him, she stared in shock.
"Yes, I hope you can. I'm looking for the Doctor," the man stated with a big smile still in place.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't let you in. I'd be glad to speak with you outside though… alone," Sarah-Jane said with as pleasant a smile as she could manage.
"No, see, I'm looking for the Doctor," the Doctor said again.
"I understand, but I can't let you in. If we could talk alone out here for a moment, I-"
"I'm sorry, but you don't understand. I need in there and I'm only so patient."
"Yes, you've always been impatient, Doctor, but you can't just go breaking down my door."
"I'm sorry, but I can." The Doctor pushed her aside so he and Rose could enter.
"Doctor!" Sarah-Jane stormed in after him and stepped in front of him. "Really, Doctor?! Do you really not recognize me? I may have aged some, but after all the times we had, you can't recognize me?"
The Doctor finally looked at her properly and he stared in astonishment. "Sarah-Jane?"
"Yes. And I say – How dare you! Pushing me aside and breaking into my house? I know it's been a long time, but I thought you might respect me enough to at least let me talk to you before I let you in."
"What about me?" asked another voice. Everyone turned to look at another man that appeared in the doorway. "Well, I suppose I'm as rude as this one here. I'll see myself in. Now… If you don't mind, I'm looking for the Doctor."
"And who are you?" the Doctor asked.
"Oh, you don't recognize me either? How rude can you be? Anyway, I'm looking for the Doctor."
"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor announced.
The man laughed and patted the Doctor on the chest. "Not you big fella. I'm looking for the other one."
The Doctor had pushed the man's hand aside and glared. "Who are you?"
"Oh, I don't think so. You already know me. You know me very, very well. If you want to hear my name, you'll have to say it yourself. Wait a second… do I know you?" the man asked when he caught sight of young Rose. Rose glared at him and stepped back. "No, no. Not there yet."
"I'm not playing games. Name yourself," the Doctor said severely.
"Name yourself," the man mocked. "Loosen up. It might not be a game to you, but it is to me. It doesn't matter to me if you get it right; I'm not interested in you. I want the other Doctor… Oh… but perhaps the game can be played by someone else." The man grinned when he caught sight of Rose peeking around the staircase.
The Doctor caught sight of her, too. He looked down at his young Rose and shoved her into the kitchen.
"Doctor! Doctor, what are you doing?!" young Rose demanded as she pounded on the door. The Doctor had sonic'ed the lock.
"I'm sorry, Rose. Really, I am, but you have to stay in there. Calm down."
The man pounded on the door. "Yes, Rose, do shut up. The big people are trying to have a chat."
When Rose stopped pounding, the man turned back to the rest of the room and clapped his hands together. "It's okay, over there. You can come out now. The other one's locked up. Please, please, do come out."
Rose stepped out of the staircase and stared at the man with a cold expression.
"Oh, yes. You are definitely the one I was looking for. Well, aside from the Doctor," he said dismissively. "Yes, yes, I've so hoped I'd get to meet you. Bad Wolf," he drew out the name dramatically.
"Bad Wolf?" the Doctor worried.
"Hush you." The man waved him off and kept his attention on Rose. "Bad Wolf. I am such a big fan. I'm not just saying that. The power you've got, the things you've done - awe inspiring. Oh, what I would give to steal you for myself. I'd ask, but I don't take rejection well. I already know how loyal you are to this buffoon," he said as he gestured toward the Doctor. "Alright, Bad Wolf, I've named you. Name me. Let me hear you say it."
"Koschei," Rose said stiffly.
"Oh, no. No, no, no." He shook his head in disappointment. "I addressed you by your title. It's only polite to address me by mine."
"You don't deserve it," Rose claimed.
"Ouch, you wound me," he said in mock distress. He turned to the Doctor. "I blame you completely. Her arrogance is delightful, but she's so self-righteous. Anyway, she gave you the biggest hint there is. Want to name me now?"
"The Master," the Doctor said darkly.
"Yes! I do so love it when you say my name. You recognize me for what I really am," the Master said gleefully. "Games and introductions are done though. Time to grab the proper Doctor. Judging by the way this one's protectively standing in front of the living room, my guess would be there."
Sarah-Jane put her arms out to block his path. He looked up when he saw that Rose had her Doctor's sonic screwdriver pointed at him. He turned around to see the Doctor with his own sonic screwdriver out.
"Sonic screwdrivers? Really? Do you never upgrade? See, now this…" the Master took out his laser screwdriver. "This is a real multi-tool. Everything yours can do, but can also do things such as burn holes through just about anything, including wood, and has a laser that can kill anything with one shot. Would you like a demonstration?"
He pointed the laser screwdriver at Sarah-Jane and watched as Rose and the Doctor stepped back and lowered their sonic screwdrivers.
"That's better," he said. He motioned for Sarah-Jane to move, but she stood steadfast. He pushed his laser screwdriver against her stomach. "Do you really want to play with me? Unlike the rest of us, you can't regenerate. Do you really want to die?"
"Get back, Sarah-Jane," Rose said as she rushed past her. Rose stood in front of the couch, guarding her Doctor where he lay helpless.
"Oh, don't worry," said the Master as he moved to stand in front of Rose. "I'm not going to do anything to him just yet. I haven't made my demands yet. Very simple. Here goes: I want a TARDIS. Someone hands over the key and lets me hop off in a TARDIS and I get the Doctor out of this state without destroying time. And there it is. So… anyone have a TARDIS key? Bad Wolf? Want to hand over yours? This is your Doctor here. Do you want me to leave him like this… or worse?"
"I don't have a key," she plainly stated.
"No key? You really ex-"
"I don't. And neither does my Doctor. We don't use keys anymore."
"Well, that's interesting. If that's the case, you'll just have to show me how to get in."
Rose shook her head.
"Alright then, what about you, Doctor? This is your future you're looking at. You could fly off now if you want, but this here on the sofa is where you'll eventually end up."
"Not a chance," said the Doctor.
"Should I go ask the little girl in the kitchen? I could be wrong, but my guess is that she keeps it on that chain around her neck. Such a teen thing to do."
The Doctor grabbed the Master by the collar of his oxford shirt. "You don't touch her."
"Alright, alright. No need to get violent." The Master laughed as he pulled the Doctor's hand away. "Aw, you wrinkled my shirt. Well, you all had your chance. When you change your minds, look me up. And good luck."
The Master walked over to the coffee table and picked up the gold artifact. When he turned around, he saw two sonic screwdrivers pointed at him again.
The Master wore a smirk and shook his head. "Sonic screwdrivers…"
He transferred his laser screwdriver to his other hand. It was difficult to manage because the artifact was under that arm, but he still kept it pointed at them. With his free hand, he reached in his pocket. The device he held was miniscule, but they feared what it might do. Rose lunged for the Master, but she was too late. The Master pressed the button and the Doctor that was on the couch was gone.
"What did you do with him?!" Rose demanded.
"Oh, If I told-"
His speech was cut off when she punched him in the face. She tried to take the device, but the Master kicked her in the stomach. When she looked up, the Master was gone.
This is my first time writing Sarah-Jane or the Master. I really hope I do an okay job of it. Please review.
