A/N: Mk, just remembered that in this I refer to the Master as a blond, so I guess this is an AU of the end of EoT. That's cool, I do prefer blond!Master over brunet!Master, though brunet!Master is still the Master too; just not as pretty, in my opinion.
But anyway! Here's drabble two! (And big thanks to The Captain Carrot for reviewing!)
Glass shattered.
The sound was sharp. Loaded. Crystallized. A powerful, clean and cutting sound that made the Doctor's hand still, hovering over a set of levers on the console.
It was the blood-curdling scream that followed, however, that made him only the afterimage of a pair of white converse in the air as he sprinted to find the source.
The source itself was writhing, clawing at his temples and curled on the kitchen floor, repeating soft, pitiful and broken pleas as his thoughts were drowned out by a loud, four-beat drumming. The shattered shards of a water glass lay all around him, and though some of the smaller ones dug into his arms, he didn't feel a thing.
White converse skidded to a stop beside him, and the Doctor knelt, hesitating, before laying a gentle hand on the broken man's head.
Watery, fearful brown eyes glanced up at him and the Doctor leaned down, slowly uncurling his blond friend and guiding him into a sitting position.
Pulling the other man toward him, the Doctor wrapped his arms around him tightly and closed his eyes, sighing tiredly and wondering if they'd ever be able to cure him.
The Master let his chin drop onto the Doctor's shoulder as a few tears fell, and he hugged him back, tightly as well, as the drums continued to pound. He wondered what he'd be without them.
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