A.N. Back with another chappie!

Disclaimed.

"I still don't get why you don't trust me," the Master complained, shifting his now very-hard-to-move legs.

Martha, Jack and the Doctor looked at him incredulously.

Donna just looked up at them, "Well, what had he done so far?"

"Slept," Martha listed.

"Complained," Jack continued.

"Shrieked in pain," the Doctor winced at the situation.

"My point is proven," the Master crossed his arms.

"So the Master's getting more childish," Martha looked up, "Doctor, is that okay?"

"I don't know," the Doctor rubbed his face, "It probably will soon become very embarrassing for him, because according to recent tests, he's actually getting younger with each day."

"He's getting younger?" Donna looked up, "I'd love that in a few years,"

"And it's getting younger at a human rate," the Doctor sighed.

"Okay," Martha looked up, "At least we have time to figure this out. Doctor? What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," the Doctor sighed, "I don't know if the age regression could get a faster pace or a slower one. Why the Daleks would even do this, or anything in that sort,"

"What?" the Master looked up at them, eyes wide.

"You're getting younger," Jack cracked the back of his neck.

"What?"

"I said..."

"I think he heard you," Donna spoke up.

"So," the Master slammed his face down hard in the Doctor's shoulder, "What now?" his voice was a mix of dread and misery.

"We'll figure it out," the Doctor tried to make his voice soothing.

"Remember who you're talking too," Donna said, "It makes it faster,"

"Well," the Doctor looked up, "If he's getting younger that might not work for long."

Martha looked up, "What will we do? The only thing I could take of is UNIT's extraterrestrial scan, but they told me they're not the Master's biggest fans. And on any given day something normal could take a couple of years,"

The Doctor made a face.

"Remember our time period," Martha knocked on her head to make a point, "Stupid apes, remember?"

"But, Doc," Jack interrupted, "Why would the Daleks even do this? The Master, yes it is a problem,"

The Master sent the worst glare he could manage at the moment.

"But the Daleks could be planning something, and by the looks of it we have 5 years until something bad happens to the Master,"

Donna got included in the conversation, "So the Daleks could've been testing to see how young the Master could go before his mind breaks,"

"Then why would they torture him," Jack was getting a serious headache.

"Why don't you all shut up!" the Master yelled.

"I know you don't want to think about it," the Doctor promptly said, "But its important,"

"How?" the Master's breathing was speeding up.

The Master: Really?

Child-Like Instincts: It's been a while since I've gotten to cry.

The Master: That's not fair.

Child-Like Instincts: Well, I just discovered you're getting younger, yay for me!

The Master: Don't you dare...

Child-Like Instincts: Oh, I dare, now shut up so I can cry.

The Master: Seriously?

Child-Like Instincts: That's it...

The Master let loose a strangled sob.

"Oh, come on," Jack's face was blank, "How could parenting be this hard?"

"Because they cry all the time?" Donna suggested.

"Definitely,"

"That's not helping," the Doctor stated as he walked out of the room with the Master.

Martha sighed, "I bet it's about to get awkward in there,"

"The whole day's been awkward," Jack crumbled in a chair.

"I never thought I'd be doing this, with him," Martha continued.

"He doesn't seem so bad," Donna decided.

"He tried to take over the world," Jack looked at her.

"Never mind," Donna shook her head, "But, man! He's been cranky,"

"Yep," Martha kept her gaze transfixed on a point in the distance.

"I'm so tired..."

"We all feel for you,"

"I feel sorry for the Doctor,"

"Yeah,"

A.N. My creative juices have been flowing again!

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