Page 2Chapter 2
The Doctor had busied himself with the TARDIS controls soon after The Master had asked him about the door that had been in his mind that was so tightly closed. The Master sat down in a chair watching him, even though he knew it would make The Doctor uncomfortable. "Why don't you go get changed?" The Doctor asked after a few minutes. "If I know you as well as I think I do then you'll hate the clothes you are wearing." The Master looked down at his clothes and saw The Doctor was right. Damn it, he thought, The Doctor knows me too well. The Master stood up scowling. "You're right," he said with a sigh "I'll be back in a few minutes to annoy you." The Doctor carried on with what he was doing, trying to pretend he wasn't listening, but The Master noticed the faint smile of amusement that pulled at The Doctor's mouth at his words as he left the control room for the huge wardrobe of the TARDIS.
As The Master went through the racks of the TARDIS' walk in wardrobe he thought about the absence of the drumming in his mind. It was uncomfortably quiet without it. He tried to remember when it had stopped but couldn't. He decided that it must have been because of the long time in The Doctor's mind that had cured him of it. This brought on another question. Why was he not trying to kill The Doctor? After pondering on this for a few minutes The Master came across the simple and surprising answer. He didn't want to. And he felt something very different towards The Doctor now… It was as if the reason had disappeared with the drums. Maybe the reason had been the drums. It didn't matter now anyway. He was in the TARDIS now, travelling with The Doctor as a companion and not in said timelord's mind.
The Master continued his search through the TARDIS' seemingly endless racks of clothes, trying to find a suitable outfit. He'd almost given up when he noticed another door. He was sure that that door hadn't been there a second ago but shrugged, hopefully he would find some suitable clothes in there. He opened the door and stepped inside.
It took a second for him to register what exactly was in the room at first, but when he realised he gasped. The room was full of odd items, including clothes, but that wasn't what surprised him. What surprised him was that they had used to be his. His belongings from Gallifrey. He vaguely wondered why The Doctor had these items until he noticed some of the clothes that he hadn't worn since both him and The Doctor had been at school. He walked over to them and picked up a shirt, examining it with a soft smile that hadn't graced his features in decades. He sighed, replacing the shirt carefully back on the chair it had been folded on and looked around the room. Although he had never entered the room before that moment he felt as though it held many old memories. Not all of them pleasant, but all of them significant. He turned; looking at the door he had just entered the room through and frowned. An unfamiliar set of clothes were hanging from a hanger from a hanger on the door. A post-it note stuck onto them. He hurried over and read the note with a smile. The note simply said "Very likely The Master would wear." He pulled off the post- it note then carefully took the clothes off the hanger. The Doctor was right. The Master loved them. The clothes were simple, black trousers, a white t-shirt and a smart plain black suit jacket but The Master liked that kind of outfit. He changed out of the ridiculous clothes he was wearing into the new clothes as quickly as he could, dumping the offending clothing in a bin. Then he found a mirror to admire his new appearance in.
He scrutinised his figure carefully. He was slim, not as slim as The Doctor; thank god, but just small enough to be called wiry. He was also quite tall. That was good but on the downside was his hair. In his haste to escape The Doctor he had made his body a blond guy! He'd always hated blond hair. It made him feel girly. His eyes were nice though, at least they were brown. He looked in the mirror for a couple more seconds before heading back to the control room. The Doctor was still fiddling with the TARDIS controls.
"What's taking so long?" The Master asked. The Doctor jumped, he'd been concentrating so much that he had obviously not heard The Master come into the control room, he recovered quickly before answering. "I was setting the controls to only work for me. I don't want you going crazy and taking over the TARDIS again, thank you very much. The poor TARDIS has only just got over that." The Master smiled slightly. He was not about to try cannibalising the TARDIS again anytime soon. Once was quite enough. "I'm so pleased that you trust me," he told The Doctor, voice dripping with sarcasm. His voice became serious as he continued but his eyes sparkled. "Thanks for the clothes by the way." The Doctor glanced at him and his eyes widened. "That's okay," he replied casually. The Master smiled.
"It's interesting that you have so much of my old stuff, I've never seen this outfit before though." Why? Why did you buy it Doctor? You must have bought it.
"Really?" The Doctor asked eyes in the TARDIS and setting their destination. He looked annoyed and slightly embarrassed.
"Yeah, did you buy it?"
"I must have," The Doctor seemed to be having trouble keeping his voice light and conversational; it was close to a snarl. The Master was enjoying himself thoroughly. "It had a post-it note stuck on it," he said struggling not to laugh.
"Hmmm?" The Doctor half-growled back through clenched teeth.
"It said it was something I would wear. Why would it say that?" The Doctor slammed a lever down with a bit more force than necessary.
"Couldn't imagine why."
"Really?" The Master grinned, The Doctor looked seriously annoyed. It was fantastic! The Doctor glared at him. "I thought I was the last of the timelords. It made me feel better, buying things for other timelords," he told The Master angrily. The Master stopped grinning in surprise.
"You bought things for those who you thought were dead because you were lonely?" he asked, starting feel bad. The doctor nodded.
"It helped me slightly, stopped me from getting sentimental." The Master was silent for a few moments, unsure of what to say. When he finally decided what to say he didn't get a chance. "We're here!" The Doctor said grinning and grabbing his coat. The words The Master was about to say died in his throat, replaced by words more suitable to the turn in the conversation. "Where's here?" he asked. The Doctor's eyes glittered.
"Telonedes."
