A.N. Back again!
Donna, Martha, Jack, and the Doctor crowded the screen. Presumably tracking the signal.
The Daleks were positioned behind Mars, and moved with it to keep off all radar. That was clever, too clever for a Dalek.
All they did was wait until either another message, or until...the Doctor persuaded the TARDIS that they needed to help the Master. Yeah, awkward.
The message came first.
"We have pre-pared exter-min-ation for your accomp-lice,"
The Doctor's face fell, not again! (A.N. for those of you who don't know, in the 8th Doctors incarnation the Daleks executed him.)
Martha and Jack couldn't help but have a little bit of a grin, but they immediately regretted it. Donna was just plain worried.
Finally, the Doctors old girl fired up, and they started on their way to the Dalek fleet.
The months, no years, the Master had been imprisoned in the Dalek ship were unbearable. First it started off with just keeping him around as a pet, but man, those human daleks could be deceiving, just give them time. He only got one glance at his new body. He was male, thankfully! But he had very pale skin, natural or from being with the Daleks, only time would tell. His hair was brown and his eyes reflected the few blonde streaks in his hair. Another thing, man, he felt short!
After being a 'pet', the Master was subject to several torture methods. None of them were ever fatal, just slow and painful. He was whipped, punched, cut open, and basically any other torture method you can think of. The Daleks never missed anything.
Once his physical state was weakened, they went for the mental. He felt uneasy, awkward, nervous, tense, ill-at-ease, strained, edgy restless, embarrassed, troubled, worried anxious, fraught, rattled twitchy, discombobulated, antsy, etc. He often felt depressed enough that he felt the need to take his own life.
Now, huddled in a corner, the human with a dalek eye sticking out of its forehead, all the Master could do was wince. He knew it now, it was coming. Something old, something new, something borrowed, and maybe a little blue.
The human immediately kicked him and punched him in the chest, taking all the air out of him. Then stormed off to the disturbance. There was a gun. One seemingly purposely left by his feet, but what was the point of having it there?
The Doctor, Martha, Jack, and Donna all walked out of the TARDIS. The barrier was up. Jack had his big gun again. All was almost right in the world. Almost.
"Exterminate!" the Daleks fired at the barrier, only to be held back. But they continued their fire in search of a weak spot.
"Let the Master go," the Doctor's face was cold and stoic.
"He has been sen-tenced for exter-min-ation!"
"My point?"
Jack fired his gun, he took out a Dalek without breaking the shield, he continued he shot and shot and shot. Then the human dalek appeared. Everyone gasped, the Daleks were completely against all mixings with humans.
They couldn't fight off all of the Daleks, that wouldn't do at all, they had one chose...
...they high-tailed it back to the TARDIS.
They gathered around the console and watched the Doctor do his magic and it materialized in the room they heard the Master was being held in.
"Master?" the Doctor slowly approached him. Usually he would've spit back, complaining that he wasn't 95 anymore. But that's different. Now he was huddled in a corner, shivering, his eyes wide with fear, and...something about the trio of companions' hearts melted. Maybe it was because that the Master hadn't realized it, probably, but he had regenerated into A CHILD. Also they pitied him, heavily.
"We're here to help you," Donna moved forward, she always had a soft spot for children, luckily the Master was weakened, he would've retaliated for that insult.
"No." the Master's voice shook.
"Come on, it's only us, isn't it?" Martha positioned herself so she was squatting before him.
"I think that might be part of the point, Nightingale." Jack stepped forward.
Suddenly, the Master was thrown into panic, he dove for the gun at his feet, and pointed it at the Doctor and his companions.
"Someone's lively on his feet," Donna snorted, not at all intimidated by the child pointing a gun at her.
"Come on," the Doctor urged, "Get into the TARDIS."
"I said no," the Master glared at them.
"Doctor," Jack glanced around, "How much time do we have until the Daleks find out where we are?"
"I don't expect much," the Doctor ran his hands through his hair, he stretched his hand out in a cue for the Master to take it.
"What did I tell he all?" the Master asked as he fired the gun straight at Martha and Donna, falling unconscious in the Doctor's outstretched arms.
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