The TARDIS landed in 1924. Beatrice was once again thankful that the Master could actually properly pilot his TARDIS. If she were with the Doctor they would probably land in the middle of the London Blitz.

As the pair of them stepped out Beatrice glanced back at the TARDIS which was now shaped like an out of order telephone box.

"Welcome, to New York my dear," said the Master. Beatrice smiled as she looked around. The city was all lit up since it was evening.

"It's even better than I imagined," she said. The Master offered her his arm and took it as they began to walk down the street. The fringe at the bottom of her dress swayed jauntily with each step she took.

"I know an excellent Italian restaurant that is nearby. It's actually known for being the first big Italian restaurant in New York," he said

"That sounds positively marvellous," she replied. They soon reached a set of steps leading up to a reddish brownstone building with a lighted sign reading Barbetta. The restaurant looked like something straight out of The Great Gatsby.

Walking inside Beatrice was shocked by the beauty and elegance of the place. There was an absolutely gorgeous chandelier and the carvings on the furniture were exquisite. They were seated at a quiet corner table which offered them slightly more privacy than some of the tables in the middle of the restaurant.

"This is amazing. I always thought the closest I would get to the 1920s was reading F. Scott Fitzgerald stories."

"I'm glad you like it. You've read The Great Gatsby then?" he asked as they took a look at their menus.

"Required reading in school. Besides I was originally an English Major in college and you kind of have to know the classics."

"Ah, yes, you did mention that when you first came to visit me in my cell." said the Master. Beatrice was cut off from answering by the arrival of their waiter. Once the waiter left she spoke.

"Yes, I did. Look how far we've come since then." The Master chuckled at her comment.

"I certainly would never have imagined back then that things would turn out the way they have."

"Yes, nobody could have guessed that the mouthy little UNIT agent you met during an attempted world-domination attempt would end up as your companion."

"You certainly have never been afraid to speak your mind," the Master said giving her a fond smile.

"Someone has to call you out on the ridiculousness of your plans," defended Beatrice though she was still smiling.

"Listening to you criticism them is at least more amusing than the Doctor's consistent lectures on morality."

"I'm glad you find my attempts to give you a dose of common sense amusing," Beatrice replied in a dry tone.

The waiter returned with their meals. The steaming fettuccine smelled delicious. The waiter also brought a bottle of champagne. The Master poured both of them a glass.

"I thought prohibition was going on?" asked Beatrice.

"Some states were laxer than others about restricting alcohol. New York repealed some of the stricter measures a year ago." the Master informed her. He raised his glass to her. "To your birthday my dear." Beatrice also raised her glass before both of them took a sip.

"Thank you. You know, for someone who claims to dislike Earth as much as you do, you certainly know a lot about its history," she pointed out. As scornful of her species as the Master could be he did seem to enjoy certain aspects of Earth culture.

"When you travel as much as I do it's usually wise to know a little bit about the places you go."

"I suppose. You wouldn't want to mention something that hasn't been invented for another century and mess up history." Beatrice agreed.

"No, I'll leave the time meddling to my fellow renegade the Monk." Beatrice laughed.

"Dear God just what we need, another renegade timelord causing trouble. We have a hard enough time dealing with you."

"Don't worry, the last I heard he was trapped in the Viking Era." The Master assured her.

"Good. You know it really is great to finally get a chance to relax. Especially after nearly dying on multiple occasions."

"Not all of those were my fault," said the Master. Beatrice reached across the table and took his hand in her gloved one.

"No, only most of them. Just maybe next time you try to take over you could not piss off the species you are working with."

"We'll see," replied the Master giving her hand a gentle squeeze. They continued eating but Beatrice began to get the feeling they were being watched. Glancing at a nearby table she caught the eye of a short woman with brown hair. She was seated next to a tall older-looking man with grey hair, startlingly bushy eyebrows and a black frock coat. Beatrice raised her eyebrow and the woman quickly looked away.

"We're being watched," she said to the Master tilting her head in the direction of the brunette woman. The Master looked at them.

"Doctor," he said quietly, more to himself than to her.

"What? But the Doctor's grounded thanks to those jerks on the Gallifreyan High Council."

"This must be a later regeneration but I would recognize his telepathic signature anywhere." the Master told her.

"Please don't start anything," she said quietly. The Master gave her a small smile.

"Don't worry my dear, I have no intentions of trying to cause trouble with an older Doctor."

"Thank you," she said. Beatrice was rather happy that the Master was willing to put his games with the Doctor aside for the evening for her sake.

/

Clara and the Doctor had decided to take a break from their usual pattern of saving the universe. Clara had been hungry so the Doctor had offered to take her for Italian. She noticed the Doctor glancing at a couple sitting near them.

The woman was dressed in a blue flapper dress and had dark red hair. The man sitting across from her was slightly older and had black hair and a goatee, both of which were beginning to grey. He was dressed in a finely tailored suit and his tie matched the woman's dress.

"What is it? Do you know them?" she asked.

"Yes, I did know them. That man is the Master. More specifically, one of his younger incarnations, from before the Time War." Clara was surprised.

"You mean that is Missy? Who's the redhead?"

"Her name is Beatrice Rosenfield. She worked at UNIT but also travelled with the Master," replied the Doctor. As he said this Beatrice laughed at something the Master said. Both were smiling and clearly having a good evening.

"What do you think they are doing here? Do we need to worry?" asked Clara.

"Surprisingly enough, I doubt it. Beatrice was always a rather good influence on the Master. They were close but he rarely tried to involve her in his schemes. Actually I don't think she would let him involve her."

"I've never seen the Master this happy without it being at the expense of someone else." Said Clara. She watched as the woman took the Master's hand. The gesture and the almost intimate way that they were looking at each other indicated that there was certainly something between them.

"Hang on, they're a couple aren't they?" Clara asked.

"Yes," said the Doctor in an unconcerned tone.

"But she's a human right?" Clara said quietly. She was rather shocked.

"Yes, she is," confirmed the Doctor, his tone still very matter-of-fact.

"Why aren't you surprised?" Clara asked. The Doctor shrugged.

"I knew for a long time. He was always so much kinder to her than any other human. And strange as it may sound, they aren't exactly the oddest couple. The Master here is very different from the one you met. They had much less hatred back then." There was a nostalgic look on the Doctor's face.

Clara remembered how Missy had described her relationship with the Doctor,

A friendship older than your civilization, and infinitely more complex. She had brushed Missy's words off back then. More concerned with what happened to the Doctor. But seeing this Master so clearly care for someone made Clara begin to reconsider and even believe what Missy said.

Clara stared at Beatrice and the Master. Beatrice had a joyful smile on her face and the Master looked rather relaxed as he held his companion's hand. It was a shocking sight. The normally chaotic Master seemed content.

"Did he love her?" asked Clara softly so that Beatrice and the Master wouldn't hear. The Doctor paused for a moment.

"Yes, I think in his own way he did. She certainly loved him. If you ask me it's a bit of a shame it didn't work out. They were a good match. Perhaps if things were different, she might have been able to stop him from becoming what he became."

Clara watched as the woman toyed with a necklace that Clara recognized as being Gallifreyan. It was almost incomprehensible to think that a person could love someone like the Master, let alone have that feeling returned.

Suddenly, Beatrice turned her head and made eye contact with Clara. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in acknowledgement. Clara quickly looked away.

"Do you think they recognize you?" Clara asked.

"Probably," said the Doctor. He and the Master made eye contact and the Master raised his glass in a respectful gesture which the Doctor returned.

"Scratch that, he knows." The Doctor said correcting himself.

"You know in the few times you told me about Missy, you never mentioned this Beatrice woman" commented Clara.

"It wasn't my place. Besides, the Master doesn't like talking about her that much. Probably because it reminds them that they actually cared for someone once. Truthfully, I'm not entirely sure the Master ever got over her. I recall him keeping a picture of her during the Time War."

"A sentimental Master. It's almost unbelievable," Clara said.

"Don't let him hear you call him that. This version may be younger but he's still the Master," warned the Doctor.

"Believe me, I won't," said Clara.

/

Once they had finished dinner Beatrice and the Master left the restaurant. They turned the corner to where the TARDIS was parked. The pair of them stopped short. Right next to the out of order telephone box was a blue police box.

"It looks like the Doctor still hasn't fixed the Chameleon circuit," said the Master dryly.

"Maybe. But there's something very familiar about seeing that old police box. I don't think he'd really be the Doctor without it. Given the number of changes you Timelords go through I can't blame him for wanting something to stay the same." The Master was about to reply when a voice interrupted him.

"I thought the same thing," said a voice behind them. Beatrice and the Master turned to find the Doctor and his companion standing behind them. The Master wasn't quite sure how to react. Beatrice, on the other hand, smiled broadly.

"Doctor!" she said walking forwards and giving him a hug. The Doctor stiffened.

"I'm not really a hugging person this time around," he said awkwardly giving Beatrice a pat on the back. She pulled away and laughed. The Master smirked at the Doctor's reaction. The Doctor's companion spoke up again.

"He always says that. By the way, I'm Clara Oswald," the brunette said holding her hand out for Beatrice to shake. The Master continued to watch the interaction.

"Beatrice Rosenfield," replied Beatrice cheerfully as she began talking with the Doctor's companion. The Master refocused his attention on the Doctor.

"Hello, Doctor," he said politely as he took a step forward.

"Master," replied the Doctor shortly. There was something odd in the Doctor's eyes. It seemed to be a mix of nostalgia and regret. This Doctor was certainly far older than the one currently residing at UNIT.

"I assume by Beatrice's presence that you aren't planning anything I have to interfere with?" asked the Doctor gruffly.

"Don't worry Doctor. I made him promise to behave himself tonight," Beatrice said with a small smirk on her face.

"As nice as it is to see you, Doctor. We should probably get going before we cause a paradox." The Master said.

"Two renegade Timelords in the same area is probably a recipe for trouble," agreed Beatrice.

"Yes, and I have a class of fifth-graders to teach tomorrow," added Miss Oswald.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Clara. Look after the Doctor he needs someone to watch his back." Beatrice said taking a step back towards the Master who took out his TARDIS key and unlocked the door.

Miss Oswald headed into the police box and Beatrice did the same for his TARDIS leaving the Doctor and the Master alone. The Doctor cleared his throat.

"Well, it was good to see you, Master," he said there was a solemness in his voice that surprised the Master.

"Indeed," agreed the Master. "Goodbye Doctor. Until we meet again." he stepped into his TARDIS. He set the TARDIS to dematerialize.

He was slightly troubled by the look on the Doctor's face. The Master shook his head slightly. Thinking about things like that would do no good. If the Master was correct in assuming this Doctor was extremely far down the timeline then the Master had quite a while before he had to worry about whatever was bothering the Doctor.

"Is something wrong?" asked Beatrice looking slightly concerned as she took a step closer.

"Not at all my dear, I was merely considering our meeting with the Doctor."

"Yes. At least his fashion sense doesn't stand out quite as much. I'm glad he still has someone to travel with."

"Yes, he seems to have maintained his habit of picking up stray humans," Beatrice laughed.

"Can you blame him for wanting company? Travelling the universe on your own isn't nearly as enjoyable. Besides, you can't talk considering you let me travel with you." He pulled her closer and placed on hand on the back of her neck while the other drifted to her waist. She placed one arm around his neck while the other rested on the back of his head.

"You are the exception, my dear," he said leaning down and kissing her. After a moment she pulled away slightly their foreheads leaning against each other.

"Regardless, you aren't alone anymore," she whispered before kissing him again. In that moment the Master knew that she was right.

Author's note: There you go! Twelve and Clara made a cameo. I played around a lot with that chapter. I hope you guys liked it. Please let me know what you think. Barbetta is a real restaurant that opened in 1906 and is still around today. Also, I can actually see the Jacobi Master from the Time War having a picture of her or something. The Doctor might not have seen that incarnation but I assume at some point they ran into each other during the Time War. If you guys have any suggestions of what you want to see I'll be happy to hear it. Please like and comment. Your support means a lot. Thanks for reading!