Just a nice fun Master/Yaz one-shot before the big finale for Series 12! I can't wait. I know my heart is going to get broken into a thousand pieces, but I can't wait for it!
"You're one of the few people that I've told. How's messed up is that?" Yaz looked back at the man who, for a fleeting moment, had felt attracted to. When they had a chance to be alone together, when Yaz thought he was Agent O, she confided something that only her sister really know to the extend of why she ran away from Sheffield. Dashing yet a geek. Yet a psychopath in disguise.
By chance, she found him while she was heading back to the TARDIS. After finally meeting the copper who saved her life, after all these years. Both of them were just sitting on a bench together. To any passerby, they looked like a couple having a tender moment to themselves.
"Sometimes you can confide better with strangers than you can with the people that you love." The Master glanced down. "Like the Doctor."
Yaz slightly moved away from him. Only enough that they were an inch apart. "I'll tell her eventually."
"Do you think you'll want to be around her long enough in order for that to happen?"
There was silence. The Master took that as a sign to continue. "I have seen the Doctor, through many of their faces. Several of their so-called friends, lost to the eiter. Specks of sand. You won't be the last one for her. No one ever will."
Yaz looked into his brown eyes. "I don't intend to be."
"But sometimes you want it to be. If it's any consolation, she might feel the same way."
"Why are you being like this?"
"Like what?"
"All... nice to me?"
"Can't I be nice to the one human that I just so happened to like?
Yazmin scoffed. "I feel a trick coming on."
"And yet you're still talking to me."
Yazmin stood up from the bench. "I need to go." She felt a hand lightly gripping on the crook of her arm.
"I'll see you soon." Yaz felt his lips brushing against hers.