Sorry this took a few days, I've been busy :( Thank you to the people who reviewed I never expected any :D This is not as long as I wanted it to be, but I wanted to get the second chapter up so here it is :)
Timelord Abbie does not own Doctor Who because if she did she would be in it
'Cuts? …They are nothing. I… I fell over. I fell onto the smashed plate. Nothing to worry about'
The Master knew The Doctor hadn't believed him when he said he just fell over. He just left it, which was better in his mind because he didn't actually know what happened himself. He just had the random urge to slice open his own wrist.
The Doctor and The Master where lying side-by-side on the top of the hill, they were waiting for the sun to set before walking back to the Tardis. The Doctor lay thinking about the cuts on The Masters wrists.
'Obviously they were self-inflicted, but why? They look new, so they were done yesterday or even today… Is he depressed? Obviously he didn't want to talk about it and the worse thing I could do now is pressure him into telling into telling me… I'll give him time.'
The Master lay quietly not really thinking about anything but then, what had been quiet for quite some time, came back.
One-Two-Three-Four
One-Two-Three-Four
One-Two-Three-Four
One-Two-Three-Four
The Master winced, quite surprised and how sudden and how loudly the drumming came back. Again he was being told things, to have his own blood running down his arms and something else this time. Loneliness. Telling him how The Doctor didn't care about him. Wasn't bothered about the marks on his wrist. The Master was just a burden to him. Why should he care about The Master? Look at what he's done. Hurt everyone who The Doctor loved. The drums told him he deserved to suffer. Suffer and not complain.
The three suns slowly sunk below the horizon and it quickly got dark. The Doctor stood up and brushed himself off; he glanced over to The Master who was deep in thought 'Master' no response. The Doctor nudged The Master with hit foot 'Master!' The Master blinked a bit and looked around like he didn't know where he was. He glanced up at The Doctor before getting up.
'What?'
'It's dark, we should get back to the Tardis'
The Master mumbled an 'okay' before walking back to the Tardis. As they were walking back The Doctor kept on glancing at The Master quite often. 'Why would he harm himself this way? Is it… Me? Because I brought him to the Tardis against his own will? He was angry at first… But he calmed down. What could it be?'
'Doctor'
The Doctor snapped out of his thoughts 'what?'
'You were staring at me'
The Doctor felt himself go red 'I was just thinking'
'About?'
The Doctor quickly glanced at The Masters wrists 'Nothing important'
The Master saw The Doctors eyes quickly flicker to his wrists so he slowly moved them to behind his back. The Doctor wondered about weather himself being the reason for The Master cutting himself again. 'Maybe if we do more stuff and go more places it would make him happier'
When they finally got back to the Tardis they could barely see in front of them because there were no lights around. They went inside and The Master started to walk back to his room.
'Hey Master, do you want something to eat?'
The Master was about to say yes but then remembered what The Doctor said before 'You weigh a ton! Seriously! I can't breathe!' He thought he should skip out on this meal, maybe try and lose some weight 'No. I'm not hungry' he simply stated before disappearing off to his room
The Doctor stood there for a few seconds quite shocked by The Masters sudden moodiness. He shrugged and started to make a meal for himself.
The Master lay back on his bed when he got to his room and just stared at the ceiling. His stomach started to rumble quite loudly. He poked his belly a bit willing it to shut up 'No, I'm not getting food. I've been eating too much lately. Maybe I should start to exercise as well. Help get more weight off. Maybe I could also…'
The Master sat up and walked over to his bathroom. He thought was he was about to do 'Am I really going to do this? Well it will help get the extra weight off…' The Master crouched down over the toilet and shoved his fingers down his throat.
The Doctor looked up from his meal when he heard a strange noise come from The Masters room. He was still worried about The Master from what he'd seen before, he got up and started to walk to The Masters room. The Doctor tried to be as quiet as quiet as possible so The Master wouldn't hear him approaching.
The Doctor opened The Master's door as quietly as he could. He looked around and didn't see The Master anywhere; he started to walk over to the bathroom to see if he was in there. Just as he was reaching for the door handle, The Master flung open the bathroom door and nearly walked into The Doctor.
'Wa-? Wh-? WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!'
A strange smell came out of the bathroom. It burnt The Doctors nose and made his stomach churn.
'I heard a strange noise… I came to see if you were okay. Obviously you're not, have you been sick?'
The Master knew that he couldn't deny being sick but he could lie about why he was sick 'it's your fault'
The Doctor was a bit taken back by that 'how was it my fault?'
'You… You gave me bad food! Obviously you gave me food poising. Your fault'
'What? I've eaten the same thing you've eaten since you got here! I'm not sick!'
'Well… You might have just undercooked mine. Leave and let me sleep'
The Master started to push The Doctor out his room 'Okay! Okay! I'm leaving! I can walk out a room by myself you know!'
The Master just slammed the door in his face and flopped, face down, on his bed.
The Doctor thought about what The Master said 'obviously you gave me food poising' The Doctor walked back to his room and started pacing back and forth thinking about The Master 'I can't have given him food poising. I cooked our food the same and I'm not sick… I hope he hasn't got some kind of illness…'
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