From the Scrapbook Page Two: The Master

The Master's TARDIS rocked violently as the small ship hurtled through the asteroid field. A blaring siren and the toll of the emergency bell filled the ship as the Doctor stood with his back to where Luna lay sprawled out on the cold metal floor. He glanced back at her as he eased backward with the sonic screwdriver at the ready.

This incarnation of the Master looked as he remembered him, simple faced with beady eyes and a stubbly chin. He tracked the Doctor's movements, breathing heavily and breaking into a laugh. "I've got to give it to you, this one's got more stones than the others, mate," the Master's eyes flicked to Luna on the floor.

"Leave her out of this," the Doctor said.

"What? No pleading for me to lay down arms and come with you? You saved my life, remember? Then you show up here and put a damper on what I'm trying to do," the Master had his own screwdriver, a laser model, raised in the Doctor's direction. "I'm light-years away from your precious earth."

The Doctor glanced to Luna again. "I can't let you eradicate any planets to further your goals, Koschei," the Doctor said.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" the Master's voice sounded twisted in hatred as he bellowed across the TARDIS.

The Doctor side-stepped around the center console as the chime of the alarm seemed to pick up speed, out the window rocks flipped past as the ship dodged them. He locked eyes with the other Time-Lord and gazed down to the laser screwdriver directed at him.

"Reducto!" from the floor Luna cast a quick spell up at the Master's hand where the laser was. But before it landed he flicked the tool up and a net of light spread up in front of him blocking the spell.

"Such a clever girl," the Master whipped the screwdriver down toward her and waves of pain ebbed over her body. Luna clenched her arms in on herself and every nerve in her body seared white hot. The ringing in her ears prevented her from hearing the scream she let out.

Then the sound of the Doctor's screwdriver cut the torment short, there was a clash of resonate sound as the two screwdrivers slammed together in mid air. "There's no hope for your plan," the Doctor yelled over the sound of screwdrivers and the TARDIS, "give up this TARDIS so I can take you in—I can try and help you."

"I see you gained a brash confidence with that new face of yours," the Master smiled and the whirr of the two tools grew louder.

Luna rolled over, her blonde hair clinging to the blood on the side of her lip, she scrambled up to her feet and brought her wand up. "Expelliarmus!" the tip of her wand glowed a brilliant scarlet and the light arced through the ship and knocked the Master's screwdriver out of his hand. She caught it as she stood up and then refocused her wand on his chest to cast a silent stunning spell that knocked him back against the doors of the TARDIS, rendering him unconscious.

The Doctor looked her over as he ran for the center console. "Are you okay?"

Luna nodded. "What shall we do with this screwdriver?"

"It's best destroyed," the Doctor said. "I'm locking this TARDIS in for a course to the nearest habitable planet without sentient life—one thousand years ago."

"Will he be able to get off the planet?" she asked as she tapped the wand to the laser screwdriver and it crumbled.

"Without a screwdriver or knowledge of how exactly I did it, not for a long time," the Doctor said. He stepped back and painted the consol with the emerald light from his own screwdriver and then looked to Luna.

She was standing over the Master with her wand out and her other hand digging into the pocket of her coat. She produced a small box of what appeared to be jelly beans and tossed them into the unconscious Time-Lord's lap. "He may get hungry…"

"Do you think you can get us back into my TARDIS?"

Luna tucked her wand behind her ear and sighed half-heartedly. "I suppose I can try. I've never apparated from one moving object to another through space—it could be disastrous…" she hugged herself around the Doctor's waist. "Hold onto me tight, we wouldn't want your arms or eyebrows coming off…"

The Doctor glanced down at her. "Just a second," he gently took her by the chin and worked the sonic screwdriver's light over the abrasions on her face. The blood dried up and the skin pulled back together to tighten and then closed. "There—now…"

CRACK!

Without warning the Doctor's insides were swirling, memories of using the Vortex manipulator to travel flooded back in on him. When the blur of light and the spin stopped they were standing near the door of his own TARDIS looking at the center console.

Luna touched the Doctor's arm tenderly. "Who was he—to you I mean?"

"He was my friend, I killed to protect him once," the Doctor lowered his gaze to hers. She broke away from him as he stood there in his tattered tweed coat staring at spot where she had been standing.

"Let's get out of here," she said taking the helm and pulling the lever. The TARDIS faded from existence as the slow drone of the engines echoed filled the control room.