Hello again. ^_^ Sorry for the late update. I've been really busy recently. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Hopefully you all like it a litte better than I did. ^_^

PS Nope, I still don't own Doctor Who or any characters involved. Some dreams just don't come true.


The Master dropped the little gray alien and turned to face the one holding a laser gun at him. It was, for lack of a better term, a snack-man. A snake man in a suit. He had to restrain the laughter that threatened to erupt. "I take it that you're the 'brains' behind this little stunt," he chuckled.

"Maybe we should nicely ask the nice alien to lower his laser gun?" the Doctor suggested.

"Maybe you should learn to stop being so blind," the Master hissed, "There's a reason that this thing wanted us on board. More specifically, a reason why he wanted you on board. Why is that, I wonder?"

"You are no human," the alien said, moving a step closer. The little gray thing ran behind the suited snake.

"Quite proud of that fact," the Master mumbled, his eyes focused on the weapon pointed at him.

Three more steps forward and I win. I always win.

One two three four…

One step forward. "Identify your species."

He put on a mocking grin, "Now, you see, I have this problem with authority. Just ask him. When you make it a demand, I just don't want to do it. Try asking, maybe even begging. That might put me in a better mood."

Two steps.

One two three four.

"I will not ask you a third time. If you are a threat to this operation, you must be dealt with," the reptile warned.

"I think you ought to tell the nice man," the Doctor tried again, this time seeming more desperate. No doubt he was well aware that violence was a hair's breadth from breaking out.

"I don't think so," the Master insisted, "What good would it do anyway? Obviously, I am a threat or you wouldn't be pointing that at me."

Three steps.

One two three four!

His hearts were pumping faster. Finally. All the built up energy from his escape and meeting with the imbecile of a timelord was going to have an outlet.

One more step. His smile partially faded as he waited in anticipation for the last step. Just one more. Just one.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR!

Three! He struck quickly, knocking the deadly gun away from the snake-man's hand. The moment he started unleashing the pent up rage, he smiled. It was so good to be bad. The dull pain in his knuckles amplified the pounding in his head, drowning out the Doctor's shouts. He felt something warm like blood on his hands. He wasn't quite sure it wasn't his own. And it wasn't going to stop it.

When he felt the hand on his shoulders, pulling him away from his outlet, he turned to face his new opponent. He always won. Always. Whoever this person was wasn't going to change that.

The Doctor managed to pull the other timelord off of his unfortunate and quite battered foe, dropping him only when they were a few feet from the other alien's unconscious form. The wild grin plastered on the Master's face didn't ease the Doctor's nerves in the lest little bit. Brilliant. Stuck in a ship with aliens that obviously didn't want to invite him to an intergalactic picnic with a murder-crazed version of his once dear friend who was currently busy focusing said murderous intent solely on him. Just brilliant.

"You've done enough," he said, being as careful as possible to channel all of the authority he could muster behind his voice, "This is exactly why I can't let you roam around on your own."

The wild grin grew just a bit, "What are you going to do to stop me? What's there to stop me from turning on you now?"

"Go ahead," the Doctor tested, hoping he'd judged his former friend well enough. Tension warped the air. Nothing moved. "What are you waiting for?" he asked, feeling a triumphant smile beginning to grow.

A scowl took the place of the wild grin, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Making a point," the Doctor answered.

"I hate you," the Master seethed, "You think you're so brilliant."

"What? You're allowed to have an ego but I'm not? That hardly seems fair."

The ship lurched, knocking them both from their conversation. "That stupid, worthless little runt," the Master seethed. The little creature was no where to be found.

"We have to get off this thing before it takes off and we're stuck," the Doctor said, looking around. He finally turned his gaze to the other alien sitting on the floor. He offered his hand, "Time to go."

The Master smacked his hand away and got up on his own. "I'm only following because I intend to get my revenge."

"Course," the Doctor said, unable to stop the smile as he started rushing for the exit of the ship, listening to the footsteps behind him. He certainly wasn't the best of company and he had his nasty mood swings, but still, his presance meant the Doctor wasn't a single relic of a long-dead civilization anymore. And, of course, there was the chance to right the centuries old wrongs. They just had to get out of the ship before it took off.


So, there we go. ^_^ I'll try to update a lot sooner this time.