Hello people who read this story! Here's Chapter 3! It took me a while to get it written, lots of editing and what not. I was going to have this much longer originally, but stories like to do their own thing and it ended up ending a little sooner than plan. Oh well! I'm satisfied with how it went. :D

Thanks to those who watched and reviewed this story and those who simply read it! It means a lot to me, so please review! I'm in a tad bit of a rush at the moment, so I'll have to cut this short.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. It belongs to the BBC.

Claimer: The little boy belongs to me. Ta-da!

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The Master turned away from the iron gates of the White Begonia Gardens, satisfied that the chain and padlock he just happened to find next to the gates would hold off that disturbing woman. Disgusting vile ape… he was almost hoping she was possessed by some evil creature because if that was really how those humans could get, well… let's just say he had new plans for when he took over. But! He mustn't allow himself to be distracted by such things right now. He had a job to do! He had to help that damnable boy so he could finally be allowed to go back to his regular schedule. After all, his plans for world and universal domination did not include some brat getting in his way!

Noticing he was off track yet again, he turned his attention the Gardens in front of him and he had to admit; for stupid apes, they certainly knew how to decorate. In front of him was one of the more breath taking sights he had seen so far on Earth (because, everyone knew that Gallifrey was by far the most beautiful planet in existence.) The Gardens had trees everywhere for shade, bushes trimmed in the shapes of animals, and scores of flower beds. All of this was arranged very carefully to maximize the general finesse of the Gardens. The path he was now on was cobblestone and though it seemed to have a destination in mind when made, it wasn't straight. It was winding like a snake towards a large fountain with surprisingly crystal clear water. The path circled around the fountain before branching out to different parts of the gardens with more zigzagged paths. It was a lot larger than he had first thought it was then. Well, damn that was going to make finding that kid harder! He also noticed three distinct things about the White Begonia Gardens that just didn't sit right with him.

The first thing the Master noticed was the eerie silence that hung over the entire Gardens like a heavy musk. There should be noise. Where was the noise? The last thing he wanted was to only hear the beat of the drums, over and over again. The silence just amplified it. Really! Even if the Gardens were a place of serenity, there should be some sort of noise. But, there wasn't the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, the laughter of children, or anything. There should be something to break this damnable silence.

The second thing he noticed, because of the silence, was how deserted it was. Not a single soul was in the entire place as far as he could see. It was as if they place had been closed off… or as if they had all vanished. There was no one! Not a squirrel, not a bird, not a human or one of their little children. Absolutely no one. No one except him, this child that wouldn't leave him alone, and who ever "they" were…

And the third thing the Master noticed about that was odd about the normally populous and noisy garden… were the many statues that were around the Garden. There were many, all different shapes and sizes, different creatures and such. They didn't really seem to, oh what was the word… belong. However! The ones he really noticed were the stone angels, who stood, covering their eyes as if they were weeping with grief. Oh great… The Weeping Angels, the Lonely Assassins. So that's who "they" were. Fabulous.

The Master now understood why this child (he was beginning to question if that's what he was really helping) was so scared and persistent. The Weeping Angels were no laughing matter and definitely not something he wanted to mess with if he could help it. But, he knew if he didn't do this, he would never get rid of this annoying brat and that was more terrifying than the Weeping Angels.

Taking another look at his surroundings, he was satisfied to see that the Angels hadn't moved. This meant they didn't see him as a threat. At least, they didn't yet. That was a very good thing. It gave him a chance to locate the boy without any hindrance. Now, he'd be really lucky if they didn't respond after he found him. He knew that was ridiculously optimistic though. Of course they'd notice; they were looking for the boy too, were they not? They had to be with the way that disgusting female acted when he simply asked if she had seen him. She was probably being influenced in some way by the Angels-

Wait a tick. What was that? That annoying buzzing noise…? It sounded like… his cell phone! Oh, it must be him again. Maybe he'd say something besides "Help me, Uncle!" and something more important like where he was. He could only hope as he took his cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Uncle… can you help me?"

"I sure the hell hope so, otherwise I'm never going to get rid of you…"

"Do you see them? The Angels?"

The Master paused for a moment and looked around. They didn't seem to have moved yet...

"Yes…?"

"They're trying to get me! I don't want them to! You have to save me, Uncle!"

An aggravated sigh left the Master. He all ready knew that. He had been repeating that for five bloody days!

"Yes, yes. I know. But how the hell am I suppose to save you, if I don't even know where you are?"

Silence met his demand. Ok, now he was really annoyed. He was about to hang up the phone before the boy's voice returned, hushed. It was barely above a whisper.

"I'm hiding… they don't know where I am. Shhhh! Don't let them know! I'm by the weeping willow tree! Hurry, before they kn-"

The line went dead before the child could say anymore. The Master felt a rather odd emotion bubble up inside him as he heard, and his voice cracked slightly (but only slightly) when he called for him.

"Hello? Hello? Kid? Hey! Kid! Brat!"

With no reply what so ever, the Master snapped his phone close and stuffed into his pocket swore under his breath. Damn it all to the deepest fiery pits of Rassilon! Did they have him now? Just because of a telephone call? He should have been faster… he might be gone now and as much as he didn't want to admit it, it'd be his fault! He said the weeping willow tree, right? That couldn't be too hard to find; those things were massive! He had to have a good hiding spot or something; he must have just had to cut communications. That was it! It had to be!

The Master's feet began to move on their own accord, and he began to run down one of the shaded paths that disappeared deep into the Gardens. He didn't know why he was so frantic now. It wasn't just about wanting to get rid of this boy anymore, was it? No, he was beginning to think not. There was something else that was driving him to run in search of the boy instead of leaving while he still had the chance too (not that he was a coward or anything.) Maybe it was that odd hope that he still had some humanity. Maybe it was just the fact that he didn't want to be responsible for some kid's death. He didn't know anymore, and he didn't care. All he knew was his damn hearts were beginning to hurt and the drums were pounding so loudly that he was wondering if his brain was going to implode from the force of it!

So, he ran. He ran harder than he ever had before (at least, in this body) until he couldn't run anymore. He finally stopped only when he couldn't breathe anymore and by then, he was completely utterly lost. But, perhaps that was a good thing. The plants in this area were untamed, producing widespread shade and a thick undergrowth he had to navigate through to just stay on the path. Plus, he didn't see any of the Weeping Angels out here and, at the end of the cobblestone path; he saw a gigantic weeping willow tree. The thing must be centuries old. The branches stretched out high and far before drooping down to drape all underneath it. His hopes rose slightly. This had to be the tree the boy said he'd be by.

The Master dove into the underbrush, searching madly for him. He ignored the pain of thorns cutting at his hands and the splinters he was sure he would have in the end. He looked through every nook and cranny, under every shrub, and all around that weeping willow, but he couldn't find him. The panic and rage was beginning to settle again as the outcome of his searching continued to turn up fruitless. Where the hell was he? The Angels couldn't have found him! No, not after all this time! He hadn't seen any Angels around to begin with!

In his rage, the Master punched the trunk of the tree, taking his mounting frustration out on it. Pain shot through his hand and up his arm, which he expected. The bark on the tree cracked and crumbled inward, however, which he was not expecting. He stared at the tree, confused for a good moment before he realized the tree was hollow. He had originally thought the tree was solid, but clearly that wasn't the case. Adrenaline began to course throughout his body at this realization and he tore away at the tree like a beast, trying to create an opening so he could look inside. Once the hole was big enough, he popped his head inside, taking a look around. Down below, in the darkness, he could vaguely make out the shape of a small figure.

"Hey! Are you that kid who kept bugging me?" the Master called, hoping he was right.

He watched as the figure stirred and turn towards him. It reached up at him with outstretched arms, obviously wanting to be helped. Though he was hesitant to, the figure's small question made him make his final decision.

"Uncle?"

The Master pulled his head out of the hole and replaced it with his arms, lifting the child out of the hollowed tree. He held him close to him, without really thinking about it, and trudged through the brush until he reached a cleared part of the path. Then he subsequently set him down, rather quickly, as if he had never held him before.

Now that he got a good look at the child, he could see that they boy was about five years old. He was a bit small for his age, with a mop of curly brown locks on his head. He had a few freckles and forest green eyes filled with wonder. He wore jeans that were covered with tears and grass stains. His plain white t-shirt was equally dirty, covered with mud and grass stains. The child himself was caked with dirt and mud and the occasional twig was sticking out of his hair. He needed a proper bath…

"Uncle! You came! You came to save me!" the child exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the Master's leg to tightly hug him.

The Master grunted and stood somewhat awkwardly as the boy hugged him still. He wasn't used to being touched or hugged for that matter. He noted the boy had a British accent, which was good! He didn't have to deal with some brat from another country then. That'd save him a lot of trouble.

Reaching out, the Master patted the boy's head lightly as a sign of reassurance, "Yeah, I came…"

"I'm so glad! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he exclaimed, tightening his grip even tighter.

The Master felt extremely awkward now. He didn't see why he was so exuberant…

"Yeah, well… come on, you can thank me once I get you out of here… we need to go." The Master replied, pulling the boy away from his leg.

At first, the boy looked saddened by being pulled away, but the he quickly nodded happily in agreement. With a sigh, the Master picked the boy up and as the boy wrapped his arms around his neck for security, the Master began to walk down the cobblestone path away from the weeping willow tree to find his way back to the gates so he could leave.

He never noticed the Weeping Angel statue, as he walked by, that slowly turned its head and watched him with lifeless eyes as he walked away.

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