Got another update for ya! Yes, this is basically a continuation of the past two one-shots dealing with The Master/Donna. Basically, this picks up after the last one where 'Tom Saxon' sends a message for Donna to come to his place a week after the whole confrontation between him and the Doctor. Oh! Explanation time. I said 'Tom Saxon' rather than 'Harold' because this Master is based off my roleplay blog on Tumblr. PM me for more info on that front but basically Tom looks like Loki. Yeah, I know. Not exactly original but I like it too much. XD So, I hope you enjoy this and if you do, please leave me a review! ^^
"I came over here as soon as I got your message. What's the matter? You're not going away, are you?" The redhead babbled, panic rising in her expression. Tom merely smiled and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. He replied smoothly, "No, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere. If I was, it certainly wouldn't be without you." At this, the woman turned red and smiled back at him. "You're sweet. Wait, don't change the subject. What's wrong? The message wasn't exactly comforting." He sighed, nodding. "Yes. You see, Donna, we need to talk." A flicker of panic crossed her expression once more but she quickly controlled it. He led her inside and into the main room, sitting her down on the couch. A pause passed between them, Tom looking everywhere but at Donna.
She just continued to stare at him, waiting. Had he grown tired of her? Did he want to break things off? No, he wouldn't do that. They had been planning on going on vacation to Egypt, for God's sake. "Tom, you got me worried. Now spit it out. What's going on?" She asked, her voice more firm than ever before. He glanced up at her. "About a week ago, I received a visit from...from an old friend of mine." She simply looked at him, confused. What did this have to do with their relationship? "His reason for visiting was...well, sweetheart, about you."
Donna gasped, startled. She whispered "Me?" Tom nodded, squeezing her hand. "I'm afraid he saw you in the newspapers and the interviews. Seems as if he's grown a crush on you. Warned me that he would kill me if I hurt you. I told him I wouldn't, of course, but he wouldn't believe me." Another pause and then Donna's expression hardened. "Just who does this bloke think he is? Some kind of stalker? Crush or no, I'ma smack him across the face if I ever see him. Threatened you? Really? Oh, he's a dead man." She snapped angrily, thinking of the various ways to kill the guy. Tom was such a sweet man. He'd never hurt her, ever!
She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Who is he? What's he look like? Where does he live? I'm going to kill that man." However, he didn't find it so amusing. Tom immediately turned to grab a hold of Donna's shoulders, his face pale with worry and a hint of anger. "Donna, listen to me. You must never, ever go near him. He's delusional and has no idea what he's saying. No clue on what he can and will do to you. Promise me you'll stay away from him." She stared up at him, slightly more frightened than ever before. Her hands shakily reached up to grab a hold of his strained arms. "I-I won't, Tom. I won't go near him. Not if it scares you that much." She said with a small laugh.
For a moment, he just stared at her before finally relaxing and pulling her in for a brief kiss. He pulled back and smiled. "I'm sorry. I...I just don't trust him." Tom muttered with a sigh. The redhead looked at him, sympathetically, and patted his arm. "Tom...just in case I do run into him, not that I was going to go look for him or anything," She added hastily before pausing. "Just...just who is this man, anyway? Can you tell me that at least?" All he did was glance up at her then back at the floor. "Yeah...his name...his name is John Smith." Donna's eyes widened at the name. "John Smith? You're not having me on, are you?" At this, he looked at her with suspicion. "You know him?" He demanded, narrowing his eyes. She scoffed and retorted "Know him? He practically lives nearby! Met him once. Said he was a friend of my Gramps." A pause. Her eyes softened. "He didn't look the type to threaten anyone. No, he looked as if he had just lost his best friend."
Tom stared at her in shock, jaw open and everything. He then stood up and began pacing, his thoughts consuming him. "I'll see that a patrol is set up at your house. Make sure he doesn't come back. Question your-" He paused when Donna stopped him with a pointed look. She said softly "Don't ya trust me? He won't come back. Gramps already promised that." Not reassured at all but forcing himself to appear so for her sake, he sat back down beside Donna and gave her a smile. "I'm sorry. I just don't want you hurt." The redhead nodded, understanding, then allowed herself to be taken into Tom's arms.
The Master rested his chin on top of her head, his face thoughtful. So. The Doctor had indeed went up to Donna as his usual human alias. Interesting. From what Donna had told him, it seemed that they had met just after her memories were wiped. Friend of her grandfather? Well then. It seemed that Tom Saxon would soon be paying a visit to Wilfred Mott. He wanted to know everything between the old man and the Doctor. Every single thing.