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The Master's POV:

I bang my head against the wall for what seems like the hundredth time. This is not fair! I've spent the last hour trying to figure out a way of getting around the isomorphic controls the Doctor has put on the TARDIS, but every time I get close, there's an unexplained power failure at the work station I'm at. It's not fair!

I rise, kicking my chair across the room, feeling slightly better as it takes a slice of the paintwork off the TARDIS's wall. The room I'm in is barely large enough to be a prison cell, and yet the Doctor somehow thinks that it's enough. I wouldn't put it past this machine of his to show him a huge room whenever he walks by, and turn it back into the hole this is when he's gone.

"I'm bored." I speak aloud, hoping that the Gods will take pity on me.

…

It's not fair!

I stamp down the corridors, trying to make as much noise as possible, hoping that I might wake the Doctor. Despite us not needing sleep very often, he seems determined to spend at least eight hours in his room every night. He's been travelling with humans for so long he's become one!

I round a corner, coming back to my room. I growl. The TARDIS seems to take great pleasure in moving all the rooms around, so I can never find what I'm looking for, and while that's all very well when I want to hide from the Doctor, it doesn't make finding him an easy matter.

"What you up to?"

I turn, seeing the Doctor leaning against the wall. "What am I doing? What are you doing? Stalking is a bad trait, Doc."

"Don't call me that."

I raise my eyebrows. Surely he knows by now that telling me not to do something will almost always ensure that I do do it. "Why?"

He smiles lightly. "How would you like it if I called you Mas?"

I consider this. "I'd prefer it if you call me Master." I leer at him.

The Doctor's eyebrows rise, but he ignores the innuendo. "What are you doing?"

I shrug. "Looking for you."

"Why?"

"Your ship hates me."

The Doctor chuckles. "Well, you did turn her into a Paradox Machine, thereby cannibalising her, and locking her within her own mind."

I pause, open mouthed. "She did eat me once."

The Doctor looks decidedly unimpressed. "What's she done?"

"She…" I pause.

"What?"

"She won't let me override the isomorphic controls," I mumble.

"Good!"

I sigh. "Can't we go somewhere?"

I see he's immediately on guard. What does he think I'm going to do… apart from try to kill him and escape? "No."

"Why?"

"You know why?"

"I'm bored." I turn away.

"I'm sorry."

"Didn't mean that," I say over my shoulder. "Meant I was bored of you." It feels hugely satisfying to slam the door in his face.

However, after half an hour, I realise that the Doctor's not going to follow me. He probably thinks that it would be an invasion of privacy. What privacy, is what I ask?

I try again to override the isomorphic controls, and this time get a nasty electric shock from the control panel.

Fuming, I storm out of the room, knowing that the TARDIS would probably drown me out if I remained there.

"Doctor! Your fucking ship just tried to kill me!"

He appears as if by magic, and I see the look of worry in his eyes. "What happened?"

"She tried to electrocute me." I hold out my fingers. The effect's a little spoiled, however, by the fact that my Time Lord healing process has already kicked in and there isn't anything to see. The Doctor though, of course, has to state the obvious.

"I don't see anything."

I close my eyes and count to ten. It doesn't help. "I need to get off this ship…" I speak slowly. "…before I go mad."

The Doctor chews the inside of his mouth, which almost distracts me from the continued pain in my hand. He has very thin lips, doesn't he?

"I can't let you go."

"Then hold my hand!" I throw them up into the air. "Just get me away from your psychotic ship!"

I know at once that was the wrong thing to say, as the Doctor practically growls at me. "She is not psychotic."

"You love her more than you love me."

The Doctor looks incredulous when he's… incredulous. "What?"

"Humph!" I stalk off, hoping he won't follow. But the one time I don't want him to, is the one time he decides that my privacy isn't in my best interests. Why the hell does he get to decide what's in my best interests?"

When he catches up with me, "How are the drums?"

Oh great! The one thing I don't want to talk about as well. I change direction suddenly, taking off down a bleak looking corridor. It seems the Doctor couldn't be bothered to redecorate his entire ship.

But of course, the TARDIS never could be on my side and, as I round a corner, I find myself face to face with the Doctor again. "Why are you running?" He looks sad.

"Don't wanna talk 'bout it." I'm well aware that I sound like a spoilt child. I don't particularly care.

He sighs and turns away. I guess that's the end of it then.

I wake a few hours later, the Doctor calling me in my mind. Bloody cheek! Since when was I at his beck and call?

Just to prove my point, I wait another hour before leaving my room and moving towards the control room.

"Where the hell were you?"

I narrow my eyes. He's standing at the console, attention fixed on the view screen. "Since when did I become one of your companions?"

He bites his lip and looks at me. This regeneration of his is pathetic at hiding his emotions, and the apology I know I'll never get from him hangs sullenly in his eyes. The next second it's gone, and he's returned his attention to the view screen. "Been thinking 'bout what you said."

"Really?" I ask. "You're considering letting me 'blow up the rotten planet known as Earth and rule the galaxy', are you?"

He rolls his eyes. "No." He turns to face me. "The 'let me off the ship' argument."

I'm ashamed to say I can't keep the excitement and hope out of my voice when I next speak. "Really?"

"Yeah."

I frown. "What's the catch?"

He regards me for a moment, before throwing me something. I catch it automatically, my fingers slipping round a thin line of metal. I glance down, and see that I'm holding a bracelet. It doesn't even look like real silver; more like something out of a toy shop, with a small blue button next to the catch.

I raise my eyebrows, sending him a questioning look.

"They're…" He pauses. "They're prison bracelets. We each put one on. If you go 8 feet away from me…"

I smirk. "You'd kill me?"

"No," he answers. "You'd kill you."

"He did what?" Jack ignored the stares of the soldiers moving around him and the Brigadier. He couldn't believe the Doctor would do something like that. "He wouldn't..." Would he?

"He did," said the Brigadier sullenly.

"Shit!" Jack turned, aiming a kick at one of the oil drums piled around them. The pain made him feel a little better.

"Sir, I'm afraid you're going to have to calm down."

Jack growled at the soldier that had dared tell him to calm down, but didn't bother to do anything but glare as the Brigadier ushered the soldier away.

This wasn't good by any stretch of the imagination. Jack had never seen the Doctor as weak, but he knew only too well that the Doctor was pretty much incapable of killing, especially when it came down to the only other of his kind in existence. Jack could understand where the Doctor was coming from: not wanting to be alone, but that monster had done things over that year that only existed in a few chosen heads that could never be forgiven.

Jack didn't care if the Doctor hated him for all eternity. He would do what the Doctor couldn't. He would protect the universe, and take the lives of the Master until there were none left.