I would have had this up sooner but I decided to rework a lot of it, to make it faster-paced.
He had been in the station for a few hours and he was getting bored. At first he'd had fun making up crimes The Doctor had commited, and then he'd had half the station running around Manchester. Now he had nothing to do but wait for something to happen and fill out Sam's paperwork. He yawned, pushed the entire stack of papers into Sam's bin, then stood up and wandered around the department, memorizing every detail. There was a radio somewhere, and there was one of those old songs on.
"I thought you died alone, a long long time ago... Oh no, not me, I never lost control..."
Suddenly there was a burst of static that made the Master look up. There were snatches of conversation, but the static made it difficult to hear.
"-Something's happened- heart is going crazy- Sam-" This made The Master straighten up, and move towards where the sound was coming from. "-giving him sedatives, but- we could lose-" The Master became aware of a beeping, behind the drums. Like a heart monitor. The Master definetly wasn't a doctor, but it was fast, faster than it should be. It was getting louder, drowning out the drums. He put his hands on his ears, the noise was loud, impossibly loud.
Suddenly there was a burst of light, and he was in a forest. The light was dappeling through the trees. He looked down at his feet, which were small, in fancy polished dress shoes "Where are you?" He heard a child whisper. There was a woman scream and the forest blurred, and there was a flash of red, and the beeping was so loud, he couldn't hear the drums, what the hell was going on?...
"Boss!" The Master jumped, back in the department, staring at an old wireless. He turned to see Chris hurrying towards him. "Plod found something odd, the guv wants you there to see if it's anything to do with that Doctor bloke." The Master blinked, wondering what had happened. Sam had talked about something like this, but he wasn't Sam, no doubt about it, so why was he having the same vision? It seemed like a memory, but it couldn't be his. Apart from anything else, it was definetly a childhood memory, and he spent his entire childhood on Gallifrey, where the trees were silver, and the sky was burnt orange, and he could run all day with his best friend, across vast fields of red grass, and then lie under the stars together...
The Master forcibly stopped himself reminiscing. He had to focus on the situation at hand. He followed Chris into the Lost And Found ("It was the only place we could think of to put it."). When The Master got there most of A division was gathered around it, with Hunt banging on the door. The Master started laughing.
"Oh, this is fantastic, utterly brilliant!" He said, looking up at the TARDIS.
"I take you know what this thing is then?" Hunt asked, scowling at The Master's laughter.
"It's a police box!" He said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Are you high Boss?" Ray asked, eyebrow raised.
The Master tried to stop himself smiling. "Right, no, sorry. You won't get into it Gene. It's got all sorts of locks on it."
"We'll see about that. Raymundo, get me an axe."
The Master shook his head. "That won't work, either. The only way to get into that is if the Doctor lets you. Or you have a key."
"It's only wood Tyler. Give it enough whacks we'll get in pretty soon."
The Master just grinned. He folded his arms and waited for Ray to come back. When he did, he held the axe over his head, and with a mighty show of strength, lodged the axe right into the door. When he tried to get it out again, though, it was stuck fast.
"Well done Ray. Come on Chris, give him a hand." Chris and Ray together couldn't pull it out. Then Gene added his help, and the axe came flying out, and nearly hit the Master, if he hadn't ducked out of the way. When they inspected the damage on the door, The Master chuckled.
There wasn't a scratch.
"That's not possible." Ray said, stunned. "You saw how far in that axe went, there's no way it didn't make a dent at least."
"Maybe the box healed itself." The Master said, enjoying the display.
"Right." Gene pulled a gun from somewhere, and shot the lock. The Master was ready though, and dived to the ground as the bullet ricocheted off it and into the wall behind him.
"Bloody Nora." Chris said, watching The Master stand up again and brush the dirt off his shirt.
"You think no one's ever tried that?" The Master asked, casually.
"Someone get a crowbar!" Gene growled, taking his coat off and putting it on a nearby table. A Division, realising where this was going, shuffled towards the door, and out of range of the TARDIS. When Chris came back with the crowbar, there was only Ray, Gene and The Master left.
Gene shoved the crowbar into the slit which indicated a door and pushed. Eventually he put boot his on the side of the door for leverage. When his face was bright red he lost his grip and the crowbar flew in the direction of the chair where The Master was sitting in. When the crowbar clattered to a halt, The Master put the chair upright, picked up the crowbar, and handed it to Gene.
"What next?" He asked, enjoying the display.
Time passed. By the time it was getting dark they had gotten through five sets of lockpicks, four hammers, a pickaxe, every gun left in the station, three two-by-fours lashed together with duct tape, an entire toolbox, and at one point a small moped (it's amazing what you can find in a Lost And Found).
Gene had given up hours ago, and left the job to the other three, with the express instructions to "Use your bloody imaginations you poofs!". And The Master had ducked, weaved, dodged and generally avoided it every time it went wrong. Interestingly, the other two hadn't noticed the way the makeshift battering rams always headed his way.
"That box is demented!" Chris announced, after the failed attempt to burn it. The Master made sure there was a fire extinguisher nearby, but even so it had been a close call. If his respiratory by-pass system hadn't kicked in they might never have put it out. Black smoke hung in the air of the corridor and they were coughing and spluttering, although The Master less so than them.
"It's made of bloody wood! What sort of wood doesn't burn?" Ray asked.
"You can't get into it without the Doctor's permission, I told you that hours ago!" The Master said, testily.
"What do you suggest, Tyler? Seeing as your the big expert."
"Stop trying to get in. The fact that we've got it is enough. He'll try to get it back, sooner or later."
"What's he gonna do, walk out with it?" Ray scoffed.
"You'd be amazed." The Master walked off down the corridor.
"Where are you going?" Chris asked.
"I've had enough of this, I'm going home." He called over his shoulder.
"Oh fine, give in! Come on Chris, let's go try something else." Chris paled under the soot, but Ray didn't notice and pulled him back into the smoky room that had once been Lost And Found.
To repeat what I said at the start, Sam is not the Master, in case anyone's getting ideas. Whoever names the song I used gets imaginary birthday cake :)