An alarm blared throughout the building. Scientists and soldiers rushed about and a commotion could be heard on the lower levels. Beatrice and a scientist were frantically moving around the room setting up a series of safety precautions.

"Professor, you need to get out of here." Said Beatrice. The man she was addressing was a genius in the study of alien tech and had been working with Beatrice as his assistant on neutralizing a recent find of UNIT's.

"What about you?" the man asked.

"Don't worry! Just go, you are far too valuable. I'll finish setting things up." The professor looked like he wanted to protest but a look from Beatrice sent him running.

Beatrice typed a few words of code into a computer before finally leaving the room and locking the metal door. Hopefully, the weapon would be protected. Quickly she took off down the hallway hearing footsteps she darted back and pressed herself against a wall as two soldiers passed who seemed to be moving in a slightly hypnotic state.

Letting out a breath of relief Beatrice began to run again. She was nearing an exit when she turned a corner and ran smack into something. The force with which she ran into the object caused Beatrice to fall backwards barely catching herself as she hit the floor.

The object turned out to be a fairly tall man. He was broadly build and wore a black coat with a high collar along with black pants and black leather gloves. He admittedly looked rather dapper. The man had a black goatee and black hair that were both streaked with grey. But the most shocking thing about him was his eyes. They were dark brown and had a hypnotic quality to them.

"And what do we have here?" said the man. His voice was smooth and charismatic. Beatrice scrambled up and tried to run for it but he caught her arm. Beatrice struggled for a moment against his surprisingly strong grip.

"Let me go!" she said angrily.

"My dear, you won't be going anywhere until I am finished with you so I suggest you stop struggling before you hurt yourself." The man said in a threatening tone.

Accepting that he had a point Beatrice stopped struggling. She was more likely to hurt herself if she kept up the fighting and she was totally outmatched. "Good. You're coming with me, I need information on a certain weapon I know is being held at this facility.

Beatrice sighed as she was lead to one of the scientist's offices. It was a nice office. There was one window looking outside, a few bookshelves on one wall, a desk with a chair in front and behind, there was also a chessboard.

"Sit."

Beatrice shrugged and sat down in the chair behind the desk. The man turned to face her.

"My name is the Master. Now what is your name my dear and why didn't you flee immediately like the rest."

Beatrice crossed her arms and looked the Master straight in the face. She knew that she could not afford to show fear. At the same time, simply the aura of power and slight mystery that this man gave off intrigued her.

"My name is Beatrice Rosenfield. As for not fleeing, I had important matters to attend to."

"And what might those be Miss Rosenfield?" he asked.

"Just making sure people like you don't have access to the rather dangerous technology that we have at this building."

"I see. Then can I assume that you will not be giving up the information on how to retrieve the weapon?"

"Ding, ding, ding, ten points to our resident psychopath," said Beatrice with a tilt of her head, a small smirk on her face.

"Well then, it seems we'll have to try a different method," said the Master raising an eyebrow. Clearly he was surprised by Beatrice's nonchalant attitude and sharp tongue. He leaned forward, putting his hands on the table staring at her intensely.

"You will tell me the codes to reach the weapon and you will obey me," he said this firmly.

Beatrice stared right back at him. A part of her mind seemed to want to give in and do as he said. It would be so easy just to give in. But then a separate part of her mind began to fight back. What he was asking was wrong. No. Her mind was her own, she would not let the Master control her.

"That won't work on me. You aren't going to hypnotise me into submitting to you like the guards." Beatrice said bravely.

"It seems you're right Miss Rosenfield. I must congratulate you on your resistance. Not many have been strong enough to succeed in rebuffing my telepathic powers." said the Master.

"And flattering isn't going to work either, as much as it is appreciated," she added.

She gave him a slightly cheeky smile before proceeding to pick up a book and proceeded to read as if he were not present. One of the hypnotised soldiers came in.

/

"Sir, we have not been able to decipher how to get to the weapon," by now the Master was feeling frustrated.

"Miss Rosenfield, I have no wish to hurt you."

"Said every psychopath ever." interrupted Beatrice sarcastically raising an eyebrow. The Master took a deep breath before continuing. He didn't know if this woman was annoying or amazing him.

"You are no threat to me, and I am not a man to be trifled with," he told her.

"I know that. You could kill me here and now and nobody would be able to stop you but you won't. I can read people rather well. And right now I don't think you will murder me out of the blue. At least not at this time." her voice was calm as she said this. "Besides it wouldn't exactly be in your best interests to murder me would it?"

"Kill you and I lose all chance at the codes," said the Master.

"Exactly," nodded Beatrice. The Master sighed.

"Well played my dear, well played." he had to admire the woman. She knew how to stay calm and act under pressure. He turned back to the soldier to give further orders. Meanwhile, Beatrice had given up on the book and moved on to fiddling with the chessboard.

"What on earth and all other planets are you doing?" asked the Master as he looked at her.

"Playing myself. It's a good way to practice. Besides, I taught myself in the first place given my siblings did not have the patience for the game. Do you play?"

"The Timelords invented chess. Not to mention I have been around for quite a while. I can assure you, I know how to play chess." said the Master sitting down opposite her. "Perhaps we should play a game. Each time a player captures a piece they can ask the other a question."

He waited to see her reaction. The Doctor would be coming along soon enough. But while they waited, this was as good a chance as any to learn more about this intriguing woman. Beatrice gave him a genuine smile.

"Alright, I'm always up for a challenge." The Master sat down across from her and they began their game. The Master was the first to ask a question.

"So Miss Rosenfield, how does a young woman like yourself end up working in an advanced government facility that focuses on extraterrestrial threats?"

"I've always been interested in science and what is out there in the universe besides us. UNIT provided an opportunity. I only recently started helping the Professor here. I mainly act as his assistant." she said. "And by the way, you can call me Beatrice. Miss Rosenfield makes me sound so old." Within two more moves, she had captured one of his pieces.

"Now it's my turn. What's it like being a Timelord?" It was an interesting question and the Master took a moment to think before answering it.

"Timelord is actually a title, not a race. All Timelords are Gallifreyans and but not all Gallifreyans are Timelords. It can be quite a unique experience. We have the whole power of time and space in our hands. It is ours to travel and manipulate."

"It sounds fascinating," said Beatrice, in an enthralled tone. They continued their game. She was a surprisingly good player. However, eventually, he got another one of her pieces.

"What is your job here my dear?" he asked her.

"I'm just an assistant. Honestly, the army can be so stupid trying to use tech that is far ahead of their time. I try to help neutralize said technology whenever we find it." Beatrice said with a roll of her eyes. The Master was slightly amused at her annoyed tone. Not long after she captured his knight.

"So, how do you manage to travel around space and time? I know the Doctor uses that police box but what about you?" she asked.

"Ah yes, I too travel around in a TARDIS, that's time and relative dimensions in space. However, unlike the Doctor, I actually bother to keep up the maintenance of my TARDIS and have a working chameleon circuit which allows my ship to blend in."

"Why wouldn't the Doctor keep his ship in good shape? Surely that is important?" said Beatrice in confusion.

"One would think so. But the Doctor never has been one to make much sense or even bother with keeping things up to date. That TARDIS of his is already an old one." stated the Master.

"Sounds like my brother and his car. I tell him to take care of it before anything goes wrong, but does he listen? Absolutely not." said Beatrice with a small and slightly exasperated laugh.

The Master suddenly noticed that they had stopped the question per chess piece rule and had rolled into a somewhat easy conversation.

"Tell me, Beatrice, why did you really want to talk to me?" the Master asked her. For the first time, Beatrice appeared to be thrown off her guard. She stuttered a bit as she struggled to find an answer.

"Well... I just... I just suppose I found you interesting." she managed to say. The Master raised an eyebrow.

"And why is that?"

The young woman was saved from answering the question as the Doctor, Ms Grant, the Brigadier, and Captian Yates bursting into the room. They all seemed somewhat surprised at seeing the Master and Beatrice sitting across from each other both looking rather calm.

"Hold it right there Master!" barked Yates. The Master complied. Suddenly there was a loud bang from above them and Sargent Benton came into the room.

"Sir, the weapon the institute was neutralizing was just blown up. We won't be able to study it anymore to try and stop future weapons of its type." The Master was smirked and Beatrice gave a slight groan and gave him a glare that held no real malice.

"Of course, you would make my job harder. That lab will take weeks to clean up." she let out an annoyed huff.

"You always have to destroy things don't you?" said the Doctor with a slightly exasperated sigh. Just before the officers cuffed the Master, he reached out his hand and took one of Beatrice's hands. Lifting it up, he gently kissed the back of it.

"Until we meet again, Beatrice." she merely nodded and the Master was pleased to see she was blushing a little as she did so.

/

Beatrice stared as the Master was lead away.

"What was that?" Jo said in surprise.

"I believe the Master has found something new to interest him. Are you alright my dear?" the Doctor asked kindly. Beatrice, who realized she was still a bit pink in the face turned to him and smiled.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. He didn't hurt me."

"Good," said the Brigadier slightly gruffly. "He's caused enough trouble for one day."

Slowly everyone filed out of the room and went their separate ways. Beatrice was debriefed about what happened before eventually being allowed to go home.

She was quiet when she reached her apartment. Her mind kept analyzing every moment of the day since her capture. No matter how she tried she couldn't seem to get a certain Timelord out of her mind. Maybe because, secretly, she didn't want to.

As she settled into bed Beatrice knew that while she was not sure about many of the things that had happened today, a part of her knew, and somewhat hoped that she would see him again.

As she fell asleep a pair of hypnotic eyes haunted her dreams.

Author's Note: Hope you are enjoying this. I've made a few edits. While the book will swap point of views from time to time, it won't happen as often per chapter as it did here. I just wanted to give both POV on their first meeting. Thanks for reading!