"Stop poking it!"
"Just hold still! It'll only take a second."
Finally, the Master gave up and let the Doctor look at his head wound. He winced as the Doctor pulled at his hair. They were in the console room of his TARDIS. The Master was sitting on the captains chair while the Doctor examined his head. The Master would rather of went to bed but the Doctor insisted. It didn't matter though, if he kept up his speedy recovery time, he'd be fine. And sure enough:
"That's strange." The Doctor said thoughtfully.
"What is?" The Master asked suspiciously.
"Its healed already." The Doctor stopped poking at his now completely healed wound and crouched in front of the Master. "What did you do?"
"Nothing! Why do you assume I've done something?" He glared at the Doctor who was giving him an I-don't-trust-you look.
"It sounds like you. Giving yourself excesive healing capabilities."
"Well, I didn't! Can I go to sleep now?" He complained. He still had his migraine and he was exhausted.
"No, we need to find out why you're healing so fast."
The Master rolled his eyes and carefully got up out of the chair. The Doctor pushed him back down. "Please, just let me do a few tests?" The Doctor pleaded. The Master gave up with a sigh. The Doctor grinned and turned to the console.
Half an hour of scans, pin pricks, and blood samples later, and the Doctor still wouldn't let the Master sleep. He proped his head up with his hand on the table. They were in the kitchen. The Doctor sat a cup infront of the Masters face.
"Drink. You're dehydrated." He said sitting down accrossed the table from him. Too tired to argue, the Master picked up the cup and drank slowly, it was water.
"Find anything?" He asked once his cup was empty.
"Course I did, I'm brilliant." He smiled. "The energy that's being used to heal you seems to be coming from you. So there's no outside source. But your body's speeding up the healing process. I can't figure out why." He looked thoughtful. "It's like someone rewrote your biology." There was a pause. Then the Doctor looked serious. "How did you survive the Time war?"
The Master knew he was going to ask that eventually. "I don't remember."
"Nothing? Nothing, at all?" He asked suprised and slightly disapointed.
"I don't remember." He said a little more forcefully.
"Do you need to be this difficult?"
"Yes."
"Right. You can get some rest. I'm done with tests for now."
The Master got up and started down the hall.
"Wait," Called the Doctor, "You don't know where your room is."
"Yes I do," He smirked, "I did some exploring while I had it as Harold Saxon." He walked down the hall in the direction of his room. He reached a wooden door with the words 'Your Master' painted on it. Obviously his room. It was Lucy's idea to put that on the door. The Master figured she probably only said that to please him. He hadn't noticed at the time. He made himself think that she was like him, that she enjoyed it all. But now he knew he just tortured her as much as he had the Doctor, the Freak Captain and the other humans on board the Valiant. He showed her the end of the universe and what humans could become. No wonder she shot him.
The Master thought about when he had relised all of this out. He couldn't really remember. But he figured that meant it was when he was free of the drums, not that he could remember for sure. He couldn't have relised unless his mind was free since with them he was blinded for so long. Whatever happened to him from when he went into the time war until he ended up on earth at that hospital scared him. Because of the feelings he got when he thought about it, he didn't want to remember. He swallowed the lump in his throat and went through the door.
The walls in his room were a burnt orange, that resemble the sky on Gallifrey, though it couldn't comepletely capture its beauty in the paint. It was just visable under the many 'Vote Saxon' posters. Against the back wall was a huge water bed. When he first came to Earth and he found out about water beds he bought one for him and Lucy. One of the things he loved about Earth was their imagination. Beds filled with water, tvs in stomachs.. He still hated the place though, it smelt like pollution, and it was full of idiots, but if it wasn't for that, he could see why the Doctor loved it so much. He got into his big water bed and went to sleep.
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The Doctor was getting worried. He was working on the control console, just rewiring and checking over things. The Master had been asleep for over eight hours. Time lords didn't need that much sleep, they could function on four hours for over a week and be relatively fine. He guessed that he was just replacing the energy he needed to heal himself from all the injuries he had gotten before he was brought into the hospital. They still had no idea what happened to the Master, unless the Master was lieing about not being able to remember. The Doctor was sure he wasn't though.
The Doctor desided that whenever the Master woke up they could go somewhere, maybe save some beings, or a planet, or stop a war, the usual. He wanted to know what happened to the Master and what the 'trauma' was that the doctors at the hospitals said he fit the psych evaluation for. He was hoping they were wrong, but he thought they were right. As much as he wanted to know, the Master might not remember for awhile, and the Doctor wanted to get out of the TARDIS and do the usual running. Maybe something they did would trigger his memery. He knew the Master would never let him inside his head to find out what happened so he would just need to settle for waiting.
He wasn't sure if he could trust him but he seemed..different. He would just keep an eye on him while they were out. He heard footsteps and slid himself from under the console.
"Ah, there you are!" He said brightly to the Master who was walking toward him looking bored. "Sleep well?"
"Yes, actually. For, what? Nine hours? Thats just ridiculas! Lucy used to sleep that long, never understood how she did it." The Master replied. He sat in the captains chair, put his hands behind his head and propped his feet up on the console. "What now?"
"I thought we could go out. Save a planet. Meet new people. Ect."
"Hm." He didn't sound or look all that interested.
"Aw, come on. It'll be fun." He smiled wildly and waited for the Master to agree. When he didn't he continued, "I'll let her pick where were going." He started pressing buttons and twisting knobs but the Master stopped him.
"I'm driving." He said, and with a madmans grin and enthusiasm he ran around the console pressing buttons and twisting knobs and pumping pumps.
"No, no, no, no!" The Doctor followed him but he just ran around to the other side of the console.
"Don't worry I'm still letting your precious TARDIS decide where were going." Before the Doctor could stop him he lifter the handbreak and the TARDIS shook violently and he felt them spin and rock. Sparks flew out of the top of the console and the Doctor was thrown back onto the metal grating. The ship landed with a thud. The normal wheezing noise it usually made was then a struggling groin.
The Doctor pulled himself up to his feet and looked over to see the Master, who appeared to have been thrown back into the captains chair, looking perplexed and annoyed.
"You are insain!" The Doctor yelled at him. He looked over at the Doctor and smirked.
"Yeah, I am, but it's not my fault your TARDIS is a piece of space junk." He quickly got up and ran to the TARDIS doors.
"Wait, you've just broke my TARDIS!"
"Oh don't be so dramatic! It'll heal itself in a hour or two. Come on. You're the one who wanted to go somewhere."
The Doctor shut his mouth, which he relised was hanging open, and made his way out the TARDIS doors after the Master, grabbing his long trench coat off the railing on the way out.
A/N: So? What do you think? Review :)
