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Telonedes was home to an old race of creatures called the Rabetim, blue skinned humanoids with 4 arms that only ate the eggs of a bird named the Ewiwag which was exclusive life to Telonedes. As a young boy The Master had adored the Rabetim and their way of life. It had always fascinated him. Until after the Time War, of course, when the Rabetim turned their back on the timelords in favour of the Daleks in a vain hope of being protected by the mutilated race of killing machines. "Why are we here?" The Master whined as he followed the Doctor out of the TARDIS. The Doctor locked the TARDIS door behind him. "We're here because you used to adore this planet and you need to forgive them, it also has some fantastic views and it's the first blood sunset in 1000 years." The Master couldn't help but be impressed at the last part. "A blood sunset? The collision of the Telonedes sun and a moon creating a cascade of light? Are you serious?" The Doctor nodded.
"Yep, I wouldn't miss it. It's meant to be the saddest and most beautiful thing ever since the universe was created."
"Of all the people to take to watch a blood sunset you chose me? Very Romantic," The Master replied sarcastically. His voice was softer than normal, he was actually rather touched.
"We could always leave," The Doctor told him quickly. It would be a shame to miss the sunset but he didn't want The Master to get the wrong impression. The Master frowned, wrong- footed. "No, no, I'm just surprised, that's all." he assured The Doctor. The Master hadn't meant that he didn't want to see the sunset. A blood sunset was a rare sight. Even for a timelord. The Master wasn't going to miss the opportunity just because he was going to see the sunset with The Doctor. In fact, seeing a blood sunset with The Doctor didn't sound unpleasant at all. It sounded rather enjoyable, even if it was a bit romantic. The Master glanced around. The TARDIS had materialised on a large hill covered in soft purple grass with a breathtaking view of a city below. The Master sat down on the grass, making himself comfortable, and The Doctor joined him a few seconds later. They sat in a comfortable silence for a minute.
"How long until the sun sets?" The Master asked breaking the silence. The Doctor glanced at the clear green sky with it's bright white sun with a smile.
"About 10 minutes" he told The Master, who sighed.
"What do we do until then?" The Master asked "Talk?" The Doctor shrugged.
"I don't see why not. Maybe it'll be good for us to get to know each other a bit more," he said with a smile. The Master bit his lip. Talking would mean letting his guard down near The Doctor. Was he ready to do that? Yes, a voice in his head whispered, but carefully. He's just The Doctor after all. Your Doctor. "I guess so…" The Master replied slowly "It can't cause any harm, what do you want to talk about?" The Doctor thought for a moment.
"How about you explain the drumming you always hear?" he said after a minute. The Master frowned.
"It's disappeared," he confessed "I don't know where to and I don't know how. It's just gone."
"Really? That's strange." The Doctor looked as baffled as The Master felt.
"It can only be a good thing," The Master continued "I mean, I no longer feel the need to kill you. Maybe that was connected to the drums."
"Maybe," The Doctor replied, running a hand through his hair in thought "When did you stop hearing them?"
"When I went into your mind because I couldn't regenerate," The Master told him "How can you stand the silence? It's too quiet." The Doctor shrugged.
"I'm used to it. I wonder why you went loopy…"
"I was not loopy thank you very much!" The Master complained. The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"Okay…what do you want me to call it? Insane? Demented? Psychotic? Mad?" he asked. The Master glared at him.
"I was none of those. I was a victim. A victim of the drums." The Doctor sighed.
"That you were, Master that you were."
"Stop repeating yourself. I heard the first time," The Master said with a grin, shoving The Doctor playfully. The Doctor shoved him back. "I quite like being a broken record. Maybe I can drive you insane that way."
"Keep dreaming! You could never drive me insane. You could annoy me but never drive me insane," The Master said with a laugh. Seconds later they were both laughing and The Master was enjoying himself thoroughly. "I missed this," he said suddenly.
"Missed what?" The Doctor asked, frowning slightly.
"Laughing and joking with you. Without the drums constantly ruining everything with their rhythm," The Master answered "And without trying to kill you," he added with a cheeky grin. The Doctor laughed and looked up at the sky.
"The sunset should be in a few minutes," he told The Master quietly. The Master crossed his legs like a primary school child. "Know what way the view will be the best?" he asked and The Doctor pointed South- West, dropping his arm once The Master had followed where he was pointing. "Righto," The Master said, swivelling around to face South- West eagerly. The Doctor felt an amused smile pull at his lips. No one would have thought The Master was over 900 years old if they judged him by his behaviour. He was more like a child waiting for a packet of sweets. The Master caught The Doctor's eye and The Doctor looked away quickly. "Why are you watching me?" The Master asked curiously, his brown eyes sparkling.
"I wasn't," The Doctor replied quickly, too quickly.
"I saw you watching!" The Master insisted.
"You couldn't have because I wasn't watching you. It may have seemed like I was watching you but I wasn't because if I was watching you I would miss the sunset." The Doctor turned whilst sitting to face the direction that the sun would set, accidentally brushing The Master's hand with his own. He blushed slightly, moving his hand away quickly; he really didn't want to give The Master the wrong impression. The Master gave him a quizzical look before turning back to face the almost sunset. The Doctor frowned at himself and put a hand to one of his blushing cheeks, he could feel it was slightly heated. Why was he blushing exactly? All he'd done was touched The Master's hand for goodness sake! The Doctor's frown deepened in thought and he shifted uncomfortably. It's the door. It must be. He glanced at The Master quickly and a rush of feelings he had never wanted to feel took his breath away. No, Doctor, no. He tried to kill you remember? More times than you can even remember. You can't fall in love with him again. He sighed. Too late. The Doctor glanced at The Master again, defeated. Maybe it will be different this time. Maybe he'll love me back. The Doctor was slightly surprised at himself. He hadn't expected to fall for The Master again after all the pain the other timelord had caused him. He vaguely wondered whether he should tell The Master this time and what The Master would think of his feeling if he did. He decided he couldn't. He wouldn't dare through fear of The Master hating him for it, or trying to leave. He didn't know that The Master was having the same sort of thoughts about him, though The Master's thoughts were anything but innocent.
Why is he blushing? Maybe he likes me…Urgh! I sound like a teenager with a crush but still…maybe he does. The Master cursed himself for being so hopeful. He had always admired his Doctor and always thought of him as his Doctor – as a possession of his. That was why he got such a kick out of The Doctor using his name. He felt in control. He'd never know why until he'd gone into The Doctor's mind and first found memories of Rose Tyler. The jealousy that had spiked through him had alerted him straight away of his feelings. I had shocked him at first to know that he loved The Doctor but buy the time Rose found a way back to The Doctor it felt as natural as breathing and he wanted nothing more than to rip Rose Tyler's eyes out. He had been extremely pleased when The Doctor had left her, once again, at Bad Wolf Bay. And now, waiting for the sun to set with The Doctor sitting just inches away from him he was finding it terribly difficult to keep his thoughts pure. I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips. To run my hands through that wild brown hair. I wonder how good it would feel to make him moan my name whilst I screwed him senseless. The Master shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of the dirty thoughts that were invading his mind. He couldn't stand it. I need to find out. I have to find out if he'll love me back.
