Moriarty was beginning to get irritated. Never in his life had someone ever left him with so many questions. The Master eyed Moriarty and chuckled, "exactly, Doctor... Who?"
Moriarty's frustration showed on his reddening face. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the wall. The silhouette of notices and posters protruded through the darkness, as if they were reaching out to him for help. He scowled and turned back to face The Master. The Master closed his eyes and smiled a pleasant smile.
"Oh, James Moriarty-"
He stopped and opened his eyes. Without a word The Master turned around and started to walk down the corridor. Moriarty opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't think of anything to say.
"Wait!" He called.
"I'll be here, in this exact place two days from now, James Moriarty. We can work together and get what we want," The Master called back.
Moriarty hesitated. He barely knew the man who claimed to be 'The Master' but was in fact, to Moriarty's knowledge, Harold Saxon; who possesses a contraption that is able to turn on lights and speaks of a character called "The Doctor".
"I, uh, "stammered Moriarty, "I don't know who on Earth you are!"
There was a moment of silence. Moriarty dug his nails into his palms in anticipation. He could feel the blood trickle down his fingers as The Master slowly stepped back into the light and grinned.
"I'm The Master," he spoke, cheerfully.
Moriarty snarled, "No, you're Harold Saxon, you MAD MAN!"
The Master's grin turned into a malicious smile as he strode towards Moriarty, till their noses were about to touch.
"Get away! " Spat Moriarty.
He took a step back and let go of his hands to defend himself but it was too late. The Master grabbed Moriarty's head and slammed it against his own. Memories of The Master flooded into Moriarty's mind.
"Ugh!" Moriarty shouted, "The drumming! Get it out of my head!"
He dropped to the floor and blocked his ears with blood filled palms. But it didn't help.
"Don't worry," The Master called over Moriarty's shouting, "it will stop soon. For you, that is."
Moriarty lowered his hands and looked up at The Master.
"They are my memories," The Master chuckled at the horrified expression on Moriarty's face. "The drumming is momentary."
"T-two hearts," Moriarty choked.
"First comment I said to you makes sense doesn't it now?"
Moriarty closed his eyes.
"If you do NOT show yourself I WILL RIP. YOUR. HEART. OUT." Moriarty spat.
"Well that would do you no good," a voice came from behind him, "considering I have two."
He opened his eyes again and gasped, in the meantime The Master started to back away into the shadows. Moriarty scrambled to his feet and shouted "wait!"
"Two days!" The Master called from the end of the corridor.
Moriarty heard the door creak open.
"Oh," exclaimed The Master.
Moriarty straightened himself up and listened out for The Master. There was a high pitched noise and the light Moriarty was standing under went out.
"Laser Screw Driver," whispered Moriarty, baffled.
"Watch out for the Vashta-Nerada!"
The door closed with an exited bang that echoed down the corridor. Moriarty stood in the darkness. He knew what those creatures were: invisible, carnivorous beasts that lived in the shadows and fed on human flesh. He let out a high pitched scream and collapsed to his knees. The drumming never stopped. Four beats – the heart beat of a time lord.
