"I'm surprised you didn't want to know exactly where we are going." Said the Master. Beatrice shrugged.

"Foolish as it may be, I trust you." This was true. She may not be able to fully trust him just yet. But something like instinct told her he wasn't going to kill her.

A look of what seemed like surprise flashed across the Master's face at these words. But it was gone before Beatrice could be sure.

"Besides," she added, "Where is the fun if you take away the mystery?" She gave him a mischievous smile.

The TARDIS materialized and the Master opened the door and gestured for Beatrice to step out. She did so, and the sight that met her eyes astonished her.

They had landed in a marketplace. Everything was bursting with colour. Multicoloured shawls and tapestries hung from various stalls. Fruits in every shape and colour one could imagine were being sold. There were also different mechanical pieces being advertised. The Master came up behind her.

"Well?" He asked.

"It's amazing." Was all she could say. She was completely awestruck.

"Come, there is quite a lot to see. And stay close, I don't want to lose you in the crowd." He added.

"Will the TARDIS be alright here?" She asked.

"It will be fine. Nobody can get inside. The assembled forces of Napoleon Bonaparte couldn't get through the door."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow. "Why do I get the feeling that this comment comes from personal experience?"

The Master simply shook his head in slight exasperation, a small smile just barely visible on his face.

They moved through the crowd, stopping every now and then to look at the various displays. The Master would occasionally explain the traditions and other aspects of the planet.

She was particularly was taken with a sapphire blue shawl that felt softer than anything she had ever encountered.

"Venusian wool. They specially breed the sheep to get this texture. It is extremely resilient. Explained the Master.

"It's lovely," she said looking at the black and gold embroidery.

"Indeed," he passed some money over to the vendor and handed her the shawl.

"Oh, I couldn't..." Began Beatrice.

"Please, consider it a thank you for your help with the Axons, and an apology for leaving you behind." He said politely. Beatrice felt a warmth in her cheeks and was sure she was blushing. She accepted the shawl.

"Thank you," she said. They walked on.

Another thing that amazed Beatrice, was the variety of species here. Some looked human but others looked like one would imagine an alien. She saw a tall blue alien who had an antenna and a face similar to an insect.

"It's kind of shocking to see aliens who look so different from humans. Not that it's a bad thing. But even with all my UNIT experience, it's still a bit strange."

"My dear, you do realize that I am an alien as is the Doctor."

"True, but while you are certainly biologically different internally, the fact that you look like an ordinary human makes it sometimes difficult to remember that you come from a completely different planet." She explained.

"I'm not sure whether to be insulted or not." He replied looking slightly affronted. Beatrice rolled her eyes.

"Don't be, you are far from ordinary."

"Why thank you, Beatrice," said the Master.

"Any time," she replied. "You know things seem relatively calm here. I was half expecting something to blow up or an invasion to happen"

"Yes, well..." the Master was cut off by a gigantic space ship soaring low over their heads and landing in the middle of the market place, heedless of all the stalls and sending merchandise flying everywhere

"It seems you spoke too soon." said the Master dryly, "We need to get back to the TARDIS."

"What about all these people?" asked Beatrice in a worried tone. Looking back she saw several people in white uniforms exiting the ship and attacking various civilians.

"There is nothing we can do to help them," stated the Master as he grabbed her hand and began pulling her away. Beatrice stumbled a bit but reluctantly followed.

They were nearing the TARDIS when suddenly Beatrice felt someone grab her from behind, yanking her hand away from the Master's hand. She let out a scream and elbowed the person holding her in the ribs.

Unfortunately, her captor was much stronger than her.

Soon they were surrounded. These aliens looked somewhat humanoid but had extremely high foreheads with their hairlines all in the form of a widow's peak. They all wore square white tunics with white pants and all were holding guns.

"A human and at Timelord. Quite interesting. Said one of the aliens stepping forward after running a scanner over them.

"There seems to be some kind of mistake here. We haven't done anything wrong," said Beatrice doing her best to stay calm.

"It seems we don't need to do anything wrong to get arrested here." Muttered the Master.

"We are the Morok." said the man who appeared to be the leader of the group.

"The Morok civilization collapsed in the 30th century. I didn't think there were many of you left." said the Master.

"Yes, we have been scattered in groups across the universe ever since the empire collapsed thanks to the interference of a timelord." said another one of the Morok. Beatrice glanced at the Master who said,

"My hands are clean in this matter. I've never interfered with the Morok."

"But you are a timelord are you not?" asked the leader of the Morok group.

"Yes," confirmed the Master.

"Then you are our enemy and are coming with us." the leader said and with that Beatrice and the Master were taken away.

Authors Note: Looks like they're in trouble. Please like and comment. On a side note, the Morok are actually from an episode involving the first Doctor and belong to the BBC.