A/N: So this is a 10/Master what if fic. Pretty much, I'm just saying what would happen if Season 3 had ended the way many a Master fan-girl had hoped. Nevertheless, I absolutely LOVE most fics of this plot which I've read. I'm a very self-contradicting person. Oh, by the way, Hinn-Raven and I couldn't come up with a better chapter name, so if you can think of one, we'll probably change it to think. At any rate, onwards and forwards. Oh, and Hinn-Raven, I always read what you've written! Well, except for your stories, but that's cuz' they're Teen Titans.

Warning: Minor slash. Not serious in any way shape or form, but for all you uber homophobic folk out there, this chapter is not for you. Actually, come to think of it, the entire show might not have been your best choice... XD

Disclaimer: since Eleni forgot to put one in, I guess it's my job. Sadly, neither of us own Doctor Who, which is probably a good thing actually, otherwise this would most likely become canon… well, thanks for reading! Hinn-Raven, beta-reader

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Chapter Two: Curiosity Killed the Cat

"Yes!"

The Doctor blinked. He'd honestly never expected the Master to agree to come with him. This was suspiciously out of character for him.

"OK!" the Doctor said brightly. "Even though you obviously have an ulterior motive which I have yet to discover, let's go!"

So the Master stood up and somehow managed not to regenerate because, let's face it, this body is way to shmexy to lose now. Martha and everyone else magically disappeared because who cares about those losers when there are cute Doctor/Master scenes to written (OMG SQUEEL!)? At any rate, the Master entered the TARDIS holding hands with the Doctor. The Doctor was positively beaming. The Master was not even bothering to attempt to hide that he was planning something evil. Something that just might end in a lot of pain and possibly death for a lot of people, including the Doctor.

"So first we can go and watch Princess Vespa's wedding, and then we can go out to eat in this little café in Lucros…" the Doctor rambled, ignoring the evil smirk that was crawling up the Master's face.

The Master smiled and nodded in all the right places. He was actually checking out the TARDIS for anything remotely useful to his evil plans.

"And then we can go shopping, because by that time we'll be running low on Nutella, you know, I love Nutella, don't you? I just can't describe the taste: it's so…" The Doctor babbled on, oblivious to his old friend yanking various wires and buttons from the TARDIS console. And that he had snuck the psychic paper out of his coat after he had thrown aside. And that he had stolen someone's TARDIS key. (Either Martha's or Jack's no one really cares, since they're not important, even if Jack is OMG HOOOOTTTT!)

All of a sudden, the Doctor paused in the middle of his descriptions of how wonderful the chocolaty hazelnut paste was.

"Wait! This isn't right! What's going on? Why am I holding hands with HIM?"

"Because it's cute, so shut up and snog already!" declared a girlish voice from the heavens. Far away, somewhere very strange, a girl who had suddenly gained control of the canon world sat at her computer, grinning broadly as she commanded what was happening within the TARDIS.

"God?" asked the Doctor

"No, but I'm in charge here, so start snogging!" the crazy girl commanded. The Doctor was finding resisting this strange girl's orders oddly difficult. The Master on the other hand was completely unaffected as he's insane and all that jazz, but he need the sonic screwdriver for his villainous plot, so he pounced on the Doctor.

"Wait! Master! I'm straight! I think! I thought! No! Hold on! It's this odd female messing with our heads!" The Master ignored him. He'd already obtained a TARDIS key and the psychic paper; he just needed that damn screwdriver! The insane girl was cackling gleefully above as the story unfolded, unaware of the Master's less than innocent motives. But when he started feeling around in the Doctor's back pants pockets, and invisible force tossed them apart.

"Hey! No lemons in this fic, it's supposed to be rated T!" the voice said, annoyed, "Behave, Master! If I want a smexy scene, I'll bring in Captain Jack!"

The Master smiled guiltily. He was a little bit surprised at this voice: she was very different from the ones he was used to. But he decided to just play along, and complete his evil scheme.

"I'm sorry O' Glorious One; it'll never happen when you're watching again," reassured the evil psychopath.

"Good," said the girl, gratified by her new title. She sat back, leaning into her comfy chair, giggling to herself as she continued to doodle an image of the Doctor and the Master in the middle of a kiss, completely ignoring several murder attempts, plus plots to take over the universe/galaxy/Gallifrey. In her mind, they looked hot together. That's all that mattered.

The Doctor huddled in a corner, forgotten. As he attempted to recover from the scarring event, the Master built a TARDIS self-destruct device. Then he hit the big red button and the TARDIS blew up with the Doctor inside. The fangirl/goddess/writer was not pleased. Unfortunately for the Master, he had forgotten that he would be trapped inside as well.

Good thing he had left that disciple group with orders on how to regenerate him.

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A/N: So, in case you hadn't picked up on it yet, each fic ends with the Doctor dying. No, the TARDIS will not explode ever time, that was a mere coincidence. At any rate, please review? *sad puppy face* or as K9 would say: 'implore, implore' :D Thanks to all who read/reviewed/added this fic to their favorites list etc. last time, especially 1 who got me started on Doctor Who. I LUV YOU ALL!

Eleni C