A.N. I'm back you lovely readers and reviewers!

Disclaimed.

The Master woke up sometime later, he didn't know but it was about three days later. Every part of his body hurt, they felt like they had been ripped to shreds, sewn back together, then microwaved. Yeah, painful.

He want to say something like this, 'What am I doing here?' but it came in the form of a whimper.

"Yeah," a male voice said, "I know it hurts."

The Freak, Captain Jack Harkness was standing in the doorway, he was apparently passing through because he was holding a steaming cup of coffee.

"I'll get the Doctor," Jack had left mumbling something like, 'You think that's painful, try being killed several times a day in a year that never happened.'

The Doctor was skipping he looked so gleeful that he'd woken up. Like, seriously, skipping.

"Allo, Master!" he sat at the side of the bed, looking down on him, "How're you feeling?"

The Master did his best to glare in response.

"Okay...then." Martha walked in, "He doesn't seem to have harmed himself any farther, but there could still be internal damage."

The Doctor winced, but still kept silent.

"Oi! Spaceman! What's going on in there?" Donna's yell came from outside.

"The Master's just woken up!" the Doctor yelled back.

The Master tried to suppress a wince that came from all of the yelling.

"Doctor, I think the yelling's hurting him," Wilfred pointed out while entering the room.

"Oh, great," the Doctor rubbed his forehead, "The Master's then not going to survive with Donna."

"True," everyone laughed.

The Master scowled, he hated when he was laughed at.

"So, Doctor," Donna asked, "When will we be able to move him?"

"When he's healed," the Doctor said.

"That sounds like something gramps would say,"

"Yeah," the Doctor looked up, "Would you prefer him to injure himself further?"

"I WAS JUST MAKING A POINT!" Donna yelled.

"Sheesh." Jack rubbed his ear.

The Master shifted uncomfortably, but he couldn't feel his darn left hand! He couldn't move it! What was wrong with it! With new child-like instincts, he started crying.

"Um..." Martha was making a bunch of shrugging motions trying to show people she didn't know what to do. Jack obviously thought that was a good idea, and Donna caught on too.

"You guys look like a bunch of dancing robots," Wilfred chuckled.

The Doctor hugged the Master while he had an argument with his new instincts.

Child-like Instincts: Wah! Why won't my arm work.

The Master: Shut up! You're ruining my image!

Child-like Instincts: The Master doesn't like me!

The Master: No one does!

Child-like Instincts: Wah!

The Master: SHUT UP!

Child-like Instincts: Well too bad, I'm in main control now. *sticks out tongue*

The Master: That's rude.

Child-like Instincts: You're rude.

The Master: I'm not getting in this conversation.

Child-like Instincts: Wah!

The Master: Great the Drums + Child-like Instincts = Disaster

Child-like Instincts; Wah!

"Oh, crap, what do we do?" Jack asked.

"Um, I don't know," the Doctor feigned innocence, "Maybe leave the room for a little bit!"

"O-k-a-y, then," Martha ushered people out of the room, when they were all gone she said, "Take care of him while we're not here, okay, Doctor?"

The Doctor nodded numbly.


"Wow," Jack sighed once outside, "He changed attitudes very quickly,"

"Glaring one second, crying at the next? Wow, kids are tough," Donna rubbed her face.

"You know," Wilfred looked at her, "You were the same when you were young."

"That's just child-like instincts," Martha slammed her face on a table.

"W-o-w," Jack held out the syllables.


"So," the Doctor looked the Master in the eyes, "What's bothering ya, are ya going to tell me?"

The Master just sat there in response.

"Koschei, if you want to get better you have to tell me!" the Doctor pleaded.

The Master glared at the Doctor in a way that clearly said, 'No way, bud,'

The Doctor turned around face the wall, and began to repeatedly slam his head on it.

"Yo, Doc, don't want ya to lose brain cells!" Jack called from the hallway.

"Shut up! And don't call me that!" the Doctor said.

The Master into hysterics.

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