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Listen to Your Master

Chapter One

The Master stood in a dimly lit room. There was an arched machine in front of him. It looked somewhat like a gateway – or a portal.

Except it wasn't.

He knew somehow. How did he know that it wasn't a gateway? He got this feeling – as though his guts were telling him to step inside. He needed to step into the machine.

The Master took a hesitant step forward.

No. He frowned. Why do I have an urge to step into this? How the hell did I even get here? If he remembered correctly, he just walked away from the time war – turned his back to it – and found himself here. Why am I not outside blowing up daleks and cybermen? Hell, I really wanted to beat the crap out of the Nightmare Child and –

His thoughts were interrupted by a searing pain spreading throughout his body. His hearts were beating slower. Now, if he remembered correctly, this had happened earlier – just before he left the battlefield.

There it was again. The feeling in his gut. He needed to know why he was here. He remembered it was importa –

Remembered. The Master made a face. That word. It kept ringing in his head like an alarm. He remembered.

Remembered what? His mind was racing a mile a minute. He could concentrate better on his thoughts now that the drums were gone. Oh, how he missed the drums. It was comforting to him at times like this – everything being so different and confusing – the drums were the only thing he could fall back on. The only thing that made him feel like himself.

Snapping the Master out of his reverie, the gateway began to glow. The arch emitted some sort of aura – or energy – faint purple light began to swirl in the middle, vaguely similar to the time vortex.

It was mesmerizing.

"It is ready," A voice said behind him, "step inside." The Master nearly jumped at the sound of the voice. He spun around quickly, yet cautiously. A suited alien stood before him. A familiar suited alien stood before him.

"What – who are you – "

"We are the Silence."

"I've seen you before… Where have I seen you before?" The Master demanded, bringing his hands to his head. He thought hard, trying to jog his memory of this creature. His eyes widened as realization dawned on him. "You led me here."

The alien merely stared at him with its hollowed eyes.

The Master was straining to remember what really happened. "You… lured me away from the battlefield and brought me… here." He tugged his hair slightly in concentration. After what seemed like hours, his eyes widened and the stared astonishingly at the alien in front of him. "You're going to restore my life source… give me back my ability to regenerate."

"That is correct."

"But… how?"

The alien gestured slowly towards the arch. "Step inside."

The Master nodded and slowly made his way towards the gateway. He grinned broadly as he walked towards the machine. At least this might be able to make up for the loss of the drums. Just a few feet away from it, his grin faltered and he stopped walking.

Frowning, he took a hesitant step backwards. What am I doing? He groaned and turned away from the machine. I've missed something again.

Then he heard it again. The noise. The same one from the battlegrounds he heard before he blacked out. There was a sort of vibe in the room – urging him to step inside. What the hell, I'm already dying.

He shrugged and entered the arch. It lit up and the two metal doors coming from nowhere closed the entire gateway. The Master was startled, seeing as he was encased in a dark, arched metal box. He slammed his fist against the metal.

"Hey! What's going on? What the hell is this thing?" He shouted, barely heard through the metal. The floor of the arch lit up. The yellow light grew brighter and brighter. Soon, the walls lit up as well. Once the ceiling lit up, the Master had to shut his eyes tight. The light just kept getting brighter it was blinding.

"Someone get me out of here!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. The heat of the light was making him sweat, and the walls were so hot his clothes were getting toasted. "Argh!"

He felt his whole body burning up. The searing pain forced him to huddle up on the ground, writhing in pain. He was struggling to breathe. Finally, he could hear the machine shutting down.

The lights went off.

There were spots in the Master's vision and his whole body suddenly felt as light as a feather. As soon as his eyes could focus, the Master stared at his hands. Regeneration energy surrounded it.

"What… what did you do to me?" He said to nobody in particular and the energy faded away. He slowly stood up and examined himself – his clothes were burned at the elbows and knees and the skin was raw.

"Your life-force has been restored." The Master nearly jumped when he heard a familiar raspy voice in front of him. His eyes darted in front of him. An alien. Where the hell did that come fro-

Wait.

"What the hell?" He nearly shouted. "I've seen you before! So is that how this bloody works? I forget you whenever I look away?"

"Yes." It replied.

To the Master's own surprise, he smirked. "That's genius."

"You're opinion is not relevant."

"Hold on a minute." The Master had remembered something again. "You said – you said that there was a fracture… a crack in the time-lock."

"That is correct." The creature pointed to his left. "You must go. Now."

The Master nodded and ran to where the alien pointed him to. Back to Earth. Back to the Doctor. He grinned and started to sprint.

BOOM!

The room shook violently, and explosion had occurred up above. So this place is underground, huh? The Master lost his balance and staggered on the spot. What?

"Not again," He muttered through gritted teeth. What did I miss now? Now, there was a platform in front of him, rather than an arch. The platform glowed brightly, and on the screen next to it showed a date.

20th January, 2011

Shrugging, he stepped onto the platform. "What could possibly go wrong?"

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. In front of him, a suited (not to mention familiar) alien, pointed at him. Electricity sparked and crackled around it and through its fingertips.

"You will be James Moriarty," it said firmly. The Master's eyes widened as he grew aware of how close the alien's electrified fingers were to his face. "And you will see to it that Sherlock Holmes dies."

The crackling blue lines of electricity shot out at him like lightning. His body shook frantically as he tried to grab hold of something for support. He shouted in pain, agonizing pain.

As soon as the spasms of electricity stopped, the Master sighed with relief. He wiped some sweat from his brow and tried to slow down his breathing. He felt a tingling sensation in his elbows and knees. The burns had healed, and the Master's face grew grim. It's started.

"We will be watching you, Master." The alien said. Before he could say anything, the platform activated beneath him.

Just as he could see himself fading – being transported – regeneration energy erupted violently from his arms, legs and face. Suddenly, he was thrown into the time vortex, bouncing and colliding with everything as he regenerated.

A familiar noise found its way back to his head again – stronger than ever.

The drums. The never ending drums.

And then, everything went black.

How was that? Hopefully I'll update sooner :)

Just for a heads up: There won't be any slash or romance in this story. I hope none of you got the wrong idea when I mentioned the Doctor that way.

I feel that the Master is a little OOC. If you guys think that too, any way I could improve?

Thanks for reading!

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~ Daniella Jones