Fixed
The Doctor wasn't as oblivious as she looked. Sure, she didn't notice Mark's feelings for her but that was only because she was still upset from losing Ross! The appearance of the Master helped somewhat; she still remembered Ross and how she felt though.
The Doctor knew what was happening around her. Don was in the wardrobe - really, for a man he loved clothes a little too much - and the Master was sat in the console room. For once, he wasn't his usual stiff and snarky self; he was sat with his head back, arms crossed and eyes closed with a pained expression and the Doctor knew immediately what was going on.
The drums.
He had refused to let her help before but now - when they're obviously very painful - he might. With hope, she sat next to him and waited for him to open his eyes. Which he did do exactly six minutes later. Probably to annoy her.
She sat there in silence for a minute before moving her hand to his face, not quite touching him to give him the chance to refuse, like she expected him to. She was pleasantly surprised when he sighed and moved his head so her fingers were touching his temples and she could feel the Master's mind.
It had been awhile since she had last done this but it was instinct what to do, she had learnt this in the Academy and was one of the only things she paid attention to. She scanned through his mind, trying her hardest not to pay attention to his thoughts; he deserved his privacy (although she was surprised when she saw herself a few times).
She finally found what she was looking for and flinched when she heard the loud and echoing drums. It took a while but she had eventually muted them enough so that the Master won't be able to hear them for a while and when the Master opened his eyes when she had removed her hand, he looked the most relaxed she had seen him since the end of the universe.
"They're still there. I can't stop them without destroying the source and I have no idea where they came from," She says and the Master smirks.
"Who would've thought, the Doctor not knowing something!" He chuckles and the Doctor rolls her eyes.
"Shut up," She says over his chuckles and notices that her hand is still near his head and they are actually very close. Should she...?
Her silent question was answered when the Master softly touched their foreheads together and her hand softly touched the side of his head and suddenly she could feel him in her mind, in that comforting way only a Time Lord could give.
"Oi!" Of course the moment was ruined by Don's loud voice. "That's a maze, not a wardrobe!" He stops when. He realizes how they were sat. "What are you two doing?" He asks and the two Time Lords just sit there in the same position, something which confused the Doctor.
"Being fixed," Was all the Master says and Don wisely says nothing in return.
Thanks for the reviews! I am definitely doing a full length story and will start writing tonight! Hope you enjoyed this chapter :)