Throughout the day, they had become a lot less like acquaintances and more like friends. In a way. He'd catch her looking at him, occasionally. Though, whenever he looked, she's look away, quickly. He ran his hands through his hair, as they passed another place they'd already looked.
"Where is he?" she whined, half angry, half sad. "He must have to come here!" she looked exhausted.
"Oh, let's do something fun," the Master said, grinning. "Come on."

The museum was busy, so no one noticed the blonde haired Time Lord and his little companion sneak into the part of the museum that was sectioned off.
"Wow," Jenny breathed, amazed, "What are they?" The Master leaned against the wall, watching her go close to the glass.
"Angels," he said, pushing himself off and walking to stand next to her. "Weeping Angels." She watched them, transfixed. He turned his back and walked a few feet behind her. She let out a squeal.
"It moved!" she said, alarmed. She looked at the angel. The Master walked close to her, so that he was standing right behind her, so that they were touching. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Don't blink." He told her, his lips brushing her delicate ear. She made to turn around, but he placed his hands on her hips, keeping her there. "Don't. Keep your eyes fixed on them, keep watching them." Her breathing sped up. The Master smirked.
"The Weeping Angels," he said, a little louder, straightening up, yet still keeping his hands on her waist. He then let his lips fall back to her ear again, "And they're waiting," he told her, "I'm not certain, but I'm almost sure of it. A huge, gigantic big colony and look at them! No one's watching them and they make no attempt to escape!"
"So, y-you think they're waiting for... for him? Just like us?" The Master smiled, an evil smile that played over his lips.
"Yes," he said slowly, "Yes." She thought for a moment.
"Are they dangerous?"
"Oh, well I'd say so."
"So what should we do?" her voice had raised an octave or two higher.
"What do you mean?" he had to stop himself from smirking.
"Well, we can't just stand here and do nothing!" she said, panicking. The Master rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes we can. What else is going to cause him to come to this time period and place, except for his stupid obsession and this rift."
"You and the Doctor..." she started, but the Master interrupted her.
"Yes, I know him well. Well enough that I know he'll do anything to save this planet," the Master told her, his voice slightly cold.
"Okay," she said, softly, "I trust you." The Master smiled.
"Turn around," he hissed in to her ear. She stopped, froze. The Master could feel her go frigid under his hands. If she turned around... The Angels would move.
"B-but the angels-" The Master laughed.
"B-but t-the aaaangels," he mimicked, sniggering.
"Shut up!" she snapped, still scared, her eyes focused on not blinking fully.
"Aw," the Master squeezed her hips, "Turn around."
She shook her head.
"You said you trust me, turn around."
She narrowed her eyes and turned. He was looking straight ahead, his dark eyes focused on the Angels.
"I win."

They were walking through the streets, the moonlight illuminating them, casting shadows. Jenny began to jog, slightly.
"It's around here, somewhere, the computer picked it up, just this morning, said around here, but I just can't –" she stopped in her tracks. The giant wasp they had narrowly escaped from the other day was lying, supposedly unconscious, in the street.
"It's alive," the Master said, quietly, "Best leave it be." he pulled her gently up by the elbow from where she had fallen to her knees beside it.
"But will it be okay?" she asked, her eyes sad. The Master studied her. Sympathy, feelings. How odd.
"It should be fine. An alien life-form, a primitive planet – I'm saying that its chances of survival are pretty high, especially on a planet which inhabits those people that fear wasps." He said, sarcastically. It twitched, slightly, as if dreaming. Jenny backed away.
"Okay, come on, let's go," she pulled the Master's sleeve, tugging him along, "Whatever knocked it out is nearby."
He reluctantly followed. After roaming the streets for a little longer, he noticed how tired she was becoming, he could see it in her eyes, they were drooping. Her legs wobbled. Soon, she collapsed completely against him. The Master sighed, picking her up. Well, he thought, she does look beautiful.

The next morning, Jenny awoke in a blind panic.
"Master!" she called, scared. He got up from his perch on a chair and crossed over to the bedroom.
"Jenny?" he asked as he walked through the door, "Are you okay?" She was shivering and shaking. He cocked his head, "Evidently not." He paused, then sat on the bed. "Bad dream?" he asked, mock sympathetically, although Jenny didn't know.
She nodded, her eyes wide. He took hold of one of her hands. She bit her lip.
Then, with a sudden move, he moved off the bed and walked to his own, sitting down and putting his head into his hands, running them through his blonde, perfect hair. It was messy, now, the soft blonde hair rumpled, sticking in strange directions. She smiled, absent-mindedly. He was so adorable. In a strange kind of way. He probably would never guess that was how she saw him. Adorable. Yes, definitely. Jenny giggled to herself, smiling.
The Master smiled back,
"What?" he asked, grinning slightly. She shook her head, still smiling.
"Nothing, nothing... What are we doing today? Combing the city for the Doctor's whereabouts?" The Master grinned fully.
"That's my girl!"

They were on a daily walk of the city, as planned and everything seemed to be going well. They were talking and laughing, whilst keeping an eye out for trouble. Jenny, to solve it, The Master, to encourage it.
What the Master didn't expect, on this sunny morning, was to run in to an old... friend. It was around nine o'clock when he caught sight of him. His features almost absolutely perfect. He had noticed Jenny give him the once over. He felt a need to run, a sudden urge to get Jenny as far away from him as possible. He stopped walking. Staring, almost, at the familiar face. Jenny stopped a few paces ahead, throwing him a puzzled look.
"What's wrong?" she asked, searching the Master's face. Surely, that wasn't fear? No, she realised, suddenly. He was anxious. Worried. She followed his eye line. She moved to stand next to the Master, transfixed. "Who is he?" she asked him. He shook his head.
"No one as long as he doesn't notice us," he said, quietly, almost inaudible. But she'd heard him. She nodded, smiling again. "Oh no," came a moan as the man's head turned and his eyes squinted at them. The Master groaned again, as the man's mouth dropped in to an 'o'. He grabbed Jenny's little hand. "Come on, quickly!" he half-shouted, pulling her sideways in to a street. They ran past the shops as fast as they could, Jenny still in shock. It took a few moments for her to register what was happening.
"Do we need to hide?" she asked him, as they turned yet another corner, his grip tightening on her hand. "Master!" she said, louder, squeezing his hand.
"Yes!" he stuttered back, "Yes, quickly!" she nodded.
"Okay, I think I know where we are, come on!" she over took him, and turned right, then they ran down a street with the back of buildings, similar to the one they ran through the night they met, but these buildings were smaller, the gaps between them barely there. She was counting under her breath, checking each building as she went past, then gestured to a small gap that she'd ran past a little.
"Down there!" she panted, attempting to point. The Master squeezed in, pulling her in after him. They paused a moment, squashed up against each other, their chests rising and fall against one another. He could feel her small body shaking. He looked down at her, as she looked quickly towards the entrance.
"I can hear someone," she breathed, leaning her head against his chest, bending down slightly. He reached his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer, if that was possible and forcing her to stand up straight, so that her head was underneath his chin. He rested his chin on her head. Keeping an eye on the entrance.