I'm sorry, my dear little readers- but I've found myself with the urge to go draw Daft Punk fanart, but I forced myself to write this chapter.

Or maybe not. Sorry, but I HAVE THE URGE TO DRAW-

*scribbles a unmasked pony version of Guy that is totally awesome* AWW GUY MANUEL DE HOEM-CRHISTO, YOU SILLY UNICORN, YOU! *begins to draw a 30-second sketch and it turns out bad* Okay I'm done.

(Side note- anyone here in the Daft Punk fandom? No? Okay.)

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PredatorOfTheDaleks (Chapter 24)

MORDOR? (I'm taking this as you think they should travel to Mordor...? )

ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY TIME-TRAVEL TO MORDOR.

(Guest) LITTLE PITCHFORK (Chapter 21)

That'll do pig..I mean, Pitchfork...

That'll do.

(Guest) LITTLE PITCHFORK (Chapter 22)

ER MAH GERD. RERVER THERT SERS ER MAH GERD SER MERCH. YER. (TRANSLATION: Oh my god. Review that says "oh my god" so much. YAY.)

(Guest) LITTLE PITCHFORK (Chapter 23)

I'm glad you liked it, it was a very fun experience writing that chapter! :)

(Guest) LITTLE PITCHFORK (Chapter 24)

NO LITTLE PITCHFORK. NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T GO INTO THE LIGHT!

ILove2HearULaugh (Chapter 24)

I'm glad you liked it! :D It was actually a big pain in the butt to write, though. I just didn't know if he'd be either screaming like a little girl, or *turtle hand motion* a total Awkward Turtle! Hahaha! But all jokes aside- I was actually dealing with him either being doused with Jessie's rage as soon as he woke up and have no idea what happened until he woke up all the way (which would had led us down a WHOLE different path for the whole story itself!), or to do it like I did and have him with his long, grammatically-incorrect spiel of Awkward-Turtleness. :P

pseudo-vulture (Chapter 24)

YAY NON-AMERICAN! *confetti and balloons rain down while the American Dad theme song plays* Here's a commemorative plaque for you living in a country without Democrats and Republicans! *hands you plaque and glares at Mitt Romney in the crowd* I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, WILLARD.

*wipes away tears of joy* R-really? You think that they've been awesome? :D

Yeah, turning into a snake is a life lesson for everyone: DON'T TURN INTO A SNAKE. (Oh my god. I just referenced Cave Johnson's "stop blowing up heads" quote without even wanting to. OH GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!)

WOW THAT WAS A LONG ONE.

Anyway- HERE'S YOUR CHAPTER! :D

Chapter Twenty Five- Dancing & Drums

"Jessie?" asked The Master, looking intently at one of the many screens of the TARDIS console. "Yeah?" replied his faithful female companion as she walked over near him. "Do you like...dancing?" He asked sheepishly, but very seriously at the same time. "Well, yes and no. The Waltz? No. Formal Dancing? No. Line Dancing? I'd rather die in a hole. But if this is like- is it a party? like a 'party' party? like The Wobble? or The Dougie? The Worm? Moonwalk?" She said excitedly as The Master put a hand to his forehead, a little disoriented mentally from listening to her say 'like' so many times.

"Yes, Jessie." He said defeatedly, rubbing his temples, "Informal dancing. No waltz, no line dancing, no nothing." He said, as Jessie slowly realized he sounded annoyed as he clenched his teeth and still rubbed his temples.

"You okay?" She asked, moving a little closer to him, seeing of there was anything visibly wrong with him that she could help treat. "Yeah. Just a headache. Those pesky drums get louder when it happens." He said, his voice a little off it's regular key as he screwed his eyes shut in pain.

"Drums?" Jessie noted, raising an eyebrow. "Like the pounding onetwothreefour I saw in your diary and like I heard back there on...whatever planet that was."

"Y-yes." He stammered, shocked that she had heard that back on Nihmarinn 6, also known as The Planet of the Nightmares. "They're still there? Didn't you have them before?" She asked, sounding very concerned. "Yes." He replied, still not opening his eyes. "But they're usually a lot quieter than what they are today, like background noise. They're not maddening like before." He insisted.

Jessie put a hand on his shoulder caringly, walking even closer to him, invading his personal bubble somewhat. "Can you get us out of here and what, 'into the timestream' is what you called it?" She asked as he replied with a small nod. "Can you get us in the timestream to where you can put this thing -sorry, her- on autopilot?" She only got a silent nod again, his hand working hurriedly as she held onto the console as the TARDIS took off, the controls' lights coming to a faint glow as the ride became smooth.

The Master let his hand hands go from the controls, standing there, looking sickly and exhausted. Jessie could tell it was a cry for help, whether he was actually asking for it or it. She moved yet again, getting behind him on her tiptoes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands holding the other one as they rested on his chest. "Come on, you gotta lay down. You don't look good." she said, half-dragging him into the hallway.

She opened the door, revealing a living room sort of area, but almost like that combined with a hospital room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. There was a large couch-like piece of furniture that was longer in width than and actual couch, but noticeably less width than one of those old pull-out bed-couches. She pulled him over, lying him down. There was a large set of cabinets that likely contained medicines, along with a sink, and a few regular chairs like in the waiting room of some building. "Can I get you some medicine?" she asked thoughtfully, wondering if medicine would help him at all, as she rummaged through the cabinets. "No. One- I'm a Timelord. Most earth medicine has no effect on us. Two- This is just something in my head. Mental, not physical. No mental health pills are effective, let alone help...incase you were about to suggest those." he said his voice low and strained as he was struggling with the inner pain.

"Is there any way I can help you?" she asked fearfully as his eyes were strained shut in pain again. "No. Sadly-" he said, sounding quite normal for being in such pain all of a sudden. "Would you mind if I just keep you company, if I can't help in any other way?" She asked, walking towards him as he nodded quickly. She sat down on the couch/bed, stroking him soothingly. As she did so, she saw a small smile come to his face. It was nothing romantic, but it was just a friend helping him in a time of need.

And that was what made him smile.

A friend.

YAY FLUFF!

This chapter was written while listening to "Angels" by The XX.

I would say there's some hidden foreshadowing in the song, but that'd be a lie- OR WOULD IT?!