Let's hope I didn't completely butcher the characterizations of this next chapter. So...um, over 1,000 hits but only 20 reviews? What is this? A site where you can read fanfiction stories for free without leaving a review? Oh wait...To my reviewers, your reviews really do help me a bunch just to keep myself motivated in writing the next chapter. As always however, enjoy.


Seduction is SO Last Year

One thing you've got to understand about Donna Noble is that she doesn't get around. She's not passed from bloke to bloke, or even littering the bars in search of fresh meat. Despite her outgoing persona, when it came to love, Donna was relatively quiet in her affairs. Well, as quiet as she could be. With Shaun, they hadn't even shagged yet and for some reason, this didn't bother Donna nearly as much as she thought it would.

When she finally laid her eyes on the "Master" or whatever it is they called him, she was unexpectedly surprised at how handsome she found him. Although his brown eyes were probably glaring a hole through her head right now, they seemed strangely distant and vague. When she envisioned his badly bleached blond hair, she wasn't joking. Still, the blond seemed to give him an eery quality that was difficult to peel Donna's eyes away from. Then there was his jaw that she'd admit, was probably the most striking thing about his face. It was pronounced in arrogance and had the slightest brown stubble covering it.

"Get out."

His gritted demand had his cool breath float over her face.

Trying to budge her fingers from underneath his on the light switch, Donna simply quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

"Now that is no way to treat a lady that just came in from the cold. Who'd you learn your manners from? Hitler?" Donna requested loudly, tugging her fingers free from underneath his crushing grip.

The Master backed up in confusion but a very malicious smile appeared on his lips.

"Get out you filthy, stupid, stinking human before I strangle you to death!"

Disdain and hate were clearly present in his statement but Donna only smirked.

So he get's riled up easily? Oh this might be fun.

"It's bloody raining and cold out there you thick ponce! You might be a complete ass but I'm not going back out there to freeze to death."

The glare he returned could have killed her.

"Does it look like I bloody care? Freeze to death, I don't give a damn! Just leave or else I'm going to become very unpleasant-."

"You're going to become unpleasant? Too late for that, don't ya think?"

A very strange blue spark came from the "Master's" left hand that momentarily had Donna worried. She never even thought about extra abilities he might have.

Unmoved however, Donna only stood haughtily up and stared back challengingly.

"I'm going to kill you," he replied, the maliciousness slightly decreased from his massive grin, replaced by a devilish amusement.

"Bring it on sunshine!" Donna retorted, her eyes boldly meeting his.

When he began running toward her with the blue spark she had seen surrounding his hand, Donna only stood petrified to the ground. If he got near enough toward her, she'd show him a piece of her mind for traveling with the Doctor had you pick up necessary skills in combat.

However, she never got that far because as soon as the "Master" was within five feet of her, a radiant yellow light erupted from her and sent the "Master" flying across the room and into the brick wall behind him.

Staring down curiously at her untouched form, Donna shot a triumphant smile towards the man who was currently staring at her in disbelief.

"Want to try and kill me again?" Donna smartly responded.

Hopefully the answer would be no because while she was aware that this was probably the Doctor's doing, she didn't know if it would be there to save her again.

"I know you. You're-," he began, standing up, "one of the Doctor's earth girls. Oh I should have known that one of them would be stupid enough to-."

"Did you know that you were a lot more appealing when your mouth was closed, Mr. Saxon?" Donna snarkily asked.

"As were you," he replied just as bitterly.

"You think I'm appealing?" Donna joked, enlightened to see the panic spread over his features.

"No-god no. The Doctor's companions are a waste of space."

"Which is why you were unable to kill me just now?"

"Do you shut up for two minutes?"

"So I can go back to being appealing? Alright."

With that, she smiled at his annoyed expression and began walking further into the room.

The place was run down and probably hadn't been used in ages. Considering what part of the city it was in, it might have been immobilized in vacancy since the 70's when most of the riots around this part had demolished the buildings or left the homes in burnt, charred remains. Inside what she guessed to be the living room, was nothing too special. A beat up maroon couch with two black springs torn from the inside was polluting the left side of the room and the right merely had an old brown coffee table standing on three and a half legs as well as a sturdy looking black chair with a comfy seat that was torn in the middle.

Pushing past the "Master", Donna ventured into the other room of the house and probably the only other one there was. This seemed to be the place that the "Master" had truly made his home in. A large white bed sat invitingly in the middle of the room with white sheets and white covers.

Figured he wasn't a covers person. Or even a bed person. I mean the Doctor never slept...

Discarded books were lying on one side of the bed, some with dust gathered on them while others looked like they'd been re-read numerous times over the years. Further to the left of her, a closet was squeezed into the room with a broken door sheltering the items inside that included numerous pairs of black sweatpants, simple t shirts and a few black hoodies rolled up within the mess. Definitely wasn't much of a fashionista.

Yet, and Donna did this as nonchalantly as she could for the "Master" had been watching her every move, her eyes stumbled upon a part of a revealed object that was hidden within the clothes. Almost as if the clothes were enclosing the object itself. What it was however, Donna didn't have time to decipher.

"What are you doing here?" the voice behind her asked through closed teeth.

"Told ya," Donna replied as if he were an idiot, "I'm not going back out there to freeze."

As if to prove her point, a rumbling above them nearly shook the whole house as the rain began to fall like somebody was continuously pouring buckets of water over them.

The "Master" seemed at a loss for words.

"Isn't it incredibly coincidental that the pest who invades my sanctuary, just happens to be one of the Doctor's companions?"

Suspicion was overtaking his whole form and Donna again began to grow nervous. She wasn't exactly the best liar in the world.

"Former companion," Donna corrected.

"Former? Not that surprising."

"Oi! I don't see you flying around in the Tardis with the Doctor who's been searching across the whole bloody universe to find you."

"Oh? Has he? Well that truly touches me down to the bottom of my black heart. How...inspiring," the "Master" murmured sarcastically.

"Put a cork in it Saxon," Donna retorted, understanding why the Doctor had such a strenuous time with him. He didn't shut up from his remarks for a minute.

"Don't call me that."

Donna rather felt than saw his intimidating form approach her back, but she waved it off.

"Well I'm certainly not calling you the "Master". Honestly, Master of what? Arrogance? Stupidity? Running away from the Doctor? Plus...I've always liked the name Harry," Donna reaffirmed.

Although not totally unexpected, Donna still was frazzled when she felt Harry's arm grab her wrist and spin her forcefully around. He pulled her within inches of him while managing to grab her opposite wrist and bring her into his very warm body. It wasn't until he did this that Donna realized how cold she was with goosebumps trailing their way up her arms.

Staring back boredly, Donna kept her apprehension down as his grip became nearly painful on her wrists.

His brown eyes tried so hard to shoot venom out of them but Donna had seen that look before, not exactly that evil mind you, but was aware of it in the eyes of the Doctor. It was a look he used when he wanted to get something across without any more questions asked but secretly, was masking what really was there.

Harry's eyes were no different, although what he was actually masking, Donna couldn't have been sure of.

Instead, her eyes ended up innocently traveling down to his red lips that were trying to sneer at her but didn't exactly have the passion in them for it.

Should I kiss him now while he's really riled up? Should I wait? Damn, I really should have taken Stacy up on her offer to teach me how to seduce a bloke. But what was it Stacy had said? Seduction was so last year? What did blokes want these days anyway? Although I doubt Harry counts as a typical bloke.

Whether it was a result of her shivers or her half awareness that the other Time Lord had been slowly understanding where it is her eyes were aimed, but Donna slowly ended up darting out her tongue over the corner of her lower right lip before reeling it back in.

Harry's grip on her changed immediately, loosening as his eyes followed her example and anchored themselves on her red lips.

The Doctor certainly never looked at me like THAT.

A deafening pause soared between the two with only the rain above and thunder outside to really capitalize on the silence.

"Do you like what you see?" Donna breathlessly whispered, shocked to realize that she was indeed actually breathless.

Harry recoiled quicker than humanly possible and flung Donna away from him. It was incredibly lucky that the bed had broken her fall or else she would have been one very tiffed redhead.

"Oi, what was that for? Well, guess I can't say I'm complaining. At least I'll have a bed for the night," Donna remarked.

"What? No...get the hell off my bed," Harry angrily retorted.

"Well it's not like I'll be sleeping on the bloody floor! Honestly, how much of your Time Lord intelligence do you actually use in that thick skull of yours?"

If Time Lords could sputter, none of them could be outdone by Harry's infuriated expression.

"Get off my bed or I'll make you."

His eyebrows were raised in a challenge equivalent to hers. Donna however only backed up across the white mattress, kicked off her shoes and stuck her legs underneath the covers.

Then smiling as brightly as she could, Donna retorted, "Alright, make me."

Harry pouted, yes, he ACTUALLY pouted. It was adorable, if you only focused on his lips and not on his absolutely murderous eyes. Which Donna did and found her self showing a true smile at.

"I hope the Doctor properly has a chance to mourn you because I can't guarantee that you'll be alive in the morning," was his final reprimand as he forcefully looked away.

Donna actually raised her hands in triumph and let out a relieved laugh.

"Now, I don't actually like sleeping in the same room as a bloke either. So I'm sure the couch will do for you, right?" Donna commented.

This time, it was Harry's turn to let out a great, insane, deep laugh as his hands flew to his sides in mirth. The longer he laughed, the more concerned Donna actually got.

Yep, truly a mental bloke he is.

"You-you thought that I'd actually just lay on the floor or the couch in another room and just let some human take my bed? Of course not! Now...what was your name again...?"

"Donna," she replied hesitantly.

"Donna," he repeated, licking his lips as if the name held some type of edible quality, "Donna...move over."

Donna stared skeptically at Harry but he only wore an incredibly serious yet very self satisfying look on his face.

"No bloody way. Wait, check that. No bloody way in hell. I dunno what kind of girl you take me for-."

"What was it you said? Oh yes-put a cork in it Donna! Thank you," he grinned back, taking small steps toward the bed.

Internally, Donna wasn't panicking per se. She just didn't really know how to proceed from here. It seemed like opportunity after opportunity was throwing itself into her lap starting with their heated stares at each other's lips and now to him claiming that she had to share the bed with him. Exactly how a night turned from adequate to salacious. The only problem? Donna had no idea what the next step was in a seduction.

So, she opted for something serious.

"You know that the Doctor cares an incredible amount for you. More than he probably cares about anybody else. If you just wanted to find him-."

"What's this? Turning around the subject to avoid being humiliated? Now we can't have that, can we?" Harry replied cockily, his hands sliding his black hoodie and the white shirt underneath it off in one easy motion.

"Unbelievable. You are just as thick as the Doctor himself," Donna observed.

This had the Time Lord pause in his movements toward her as his pale chest was revealed to Donna's wandering eyes.

"The Doctor can never save me. Oh but he'd like to think he can. Stupid, pompous, arse that he is," Harry spat back, a shadow forming over his frowning lips.

"Is it...," Donna struggled to mention, "is it the drums in your head?"

Time seemed to freeze between the two as the smallest bout of fear masked across Harry's face.

"Of course the Doctor would have told you! Yes, the truly insane Master who hears the drumming in his head that nobody else hears."

"But he believes you. Especially with the whole Time Lords business. I think that's why he's trying so hard to save you. Because he feels partly it's his fault that those drums began in your head," Donna tried to reassure, very aware on the dangerous territory she was stepping on.

Before they were just insulting each other, nothing truly horrifying. But now, now it was on his turf and from experience with the Doctor in regards to sore subjects having to do with Time Lords, the reaction could be anything.

"I don't need to be saved," was Harry's final reply, which had Donna breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Now Donna, move yourself to the side or else I'm going to-."

"Kill me? Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before."

Nonetheless, Donna still moved to the side and let Harry crawl into the bed with her. Definitely one of the more awkward moments in her life.

Well, I guess we are literally sleeping together.

At this thought, Donna let out an ironic laugh at the situation.

"Shut it human," Harry lazily insulted.

His body thankfully wasn't touching hers yet but the heat that came from his body was paradise to Donna's freezing form. Her jeans had dried considerably but shivers were still targeting her body.

"I'm a bit surprised you're not trying to kill me. I mean you're a psychotic Time Lord and last time I remember, you had a large appetite for the human race," Donna noted after a period of silence.

"What part of shut it does your tiny human mind not comprehend?"

"Ah...I guess I'm just special then," Donna retorted naively.

The movement beside her was instantaneous as Harry rose onto his side to glare yet again at the human beside him.

"You are not special. Remember that. You're nothing but an insignificant life form that I could crush easily if I so wished. Remember that," he stated.

Donna's lips however, only broke into a smile. Twisting her head toward him, Donna too lifted herself onto her arm.

"I bet you say that to all the girls before you get them into bed."

The Time Lord rolled his eyes disbelievingly.

"No, just you."

"See? Then I am special!" Donna concluded in victory.

To be honest, Donna hadn't felt this giddy in a long while. Her and Shaun's banters usually ended up with them screaming at each other so it was a relief to finally have someone she could easily throw insults at, even if it was a man who wouldn't think twice about killing her.

Lifting her eyes to glance back at Harry, her nerves paused as she found his eyes fixated on her just as they had been before. Only this time, there was no doubt of what she saw in them. Perhaps she still had a difficult time believing it because she assumed all Time Lords were strict and careful about keeping their emotions in check as it was with the Doctor, but Harry was a completely different story.

"Your lips...disgust me," Harry uttered, flopping timidly on to his back.

"I swear, the girls must just come rushing to you as soon as you open your lips," Donna sarcastically implied as she too switched over on her back.

"And the men must really think your a catch as soon as your voice demolishes their eardrums," he bit back.

"I think I'd rather have demolished eardrums than listen to you say another word."

"Perhaps there's still time to stab myself in the eyes to avoid them being blinded by your hideous face."

"Oh that's rich! Hmm...rich...just like you used to be. Now, whatever happened with that plan? Oh yes, her name was Martha Jones," Donna yelled back, anger actually entering her voice.

That must have been the final straw because Harry had moved so quickly out of his place beside her, Donna barely had time to register his towering figure as he flung two legs on either side of hers and placed himself directly above her. And like before, his hands had flung straight to her wrists and were restraining them into the mattress.

As if this little switch around was the worst part. A second later, the lights went out completely in the abandoned home with only the window beside them letting in the light from the continuous lightning, the small moon creeping behind the clouds and two streetlamps that flickered uncertainly in the storm.

Oh, and had Donna forgot to mention that as she inconspicuously moved her denim clad leg to allow blood flow into it, the apex of her thigh felt something hard resting on it, coming from the waist of the man above whose strange smile had her suddenly expelled of all the shivers that were previously occupying her?

This wasn't quite how I was envisioning seduction.


A word or two about the Master. Now you're probably thinking to yourself...alright, he would have killed her by now, right? It's just not the Master without any death. Well, that's one interpretation that i've seen countless times in fanfic stories, but I have a different take on it. Referring back to the End of Time pt. 2 when the Master finally realized that his own kind were the ones to put the drumming into his head, that signaled for me a slight shift in the Master's personality. Almost as if he views the Time Lords as bad as the humans in that regards...but he still hates humans more. However, having survived the ordeal with the Time Lords, I feel like he wouldn't quite know what to do with himself. Sure he could go out and kill humans again, go to another planet and try to raise havoc and try to rule people. But, and I hope somebody is following my thought process through this, he almost feels...lost? Kind of like all the purpose for killing is a why should I? The drumming is still in his head, the Doctor is searching for him but all the Master feels is just well...indifferent perhaps toward the human race in regards to their lives. He still hates them with a dear passion but doesn't really have a basis in which to kill them anymore because he may have realized that those moments don't really last forever...did that make any sense? Not to say that the Master isn't evil anymore because we all know that he wasn't just evil by killing people. He had a snarky attitude, arrogance that manipulated splendidly, and still hates the Doctor. But in my story, this is the reason he hasn't killed anybody yet in the two years. Whew...I hoped you enjoyed this chapter and that their banter and meeting seemed believable. Thanks for reading and I hope you stick around for the NEXT chapter I've already got written where they get closer to ahem...yeah.