Hello There!
Thank you so much for the positive reviews I got from the first chapter of this story!
Thanks to that I am now here to fulfill my promise of writing more.
This story is going to be about my take on what the Doctor did all those 200 years he spend around the universe before he went to Utah. This story would also then explain why we never see the Master in the actual series.
Ok, now about this chapter. As you can see this chapter is about the Master in the TARDIS, this chapter contains 4 different stories of how I think it would go with the two of them locked inside the TARDS for too long.
The fourth story will finally bring back the issues the Master has with receiving the Doctor's blood in the previous chapter, it is to be Noted that he so hates this fact that he goes as far as to say completely unlogic things just to upset the Doctor.
All this said, go and enjoy!
The next few days and weeks after the Doctor had taken the Master in had been of the most difficult the Doctor had ever had.
The Master kept doing everything he could to make the Doctor's life miserable.
As soon as the Master's abdomen's pain became bearable he began to walk around the TARDIS to wreck mayhem as much as he could. So far he had set fire to a section of the wardrobe, one of the old consoles, some of the Earth books of the Library and the kitchen several times. Not only had he been playing with fire lately, but also had broken several of the artifacts, the ones he had not stolen, since he had stolen almost any useful stray artifact that he could lay his hands on.
After all the mayhem he had created and still remembering the time he had cannibalized her, the TARDIS hated the Master and she showed it openly. The Master's room kept disappearing and she changed all the hallways every time he walked by them, with the consequence that the Doctor had to go almost every day to search for a lost Master in the corridors of the TARDIS.
And today was one of those many days.
"Master!", yelled the Doctor as he walked down another corridor.
He sighed deeply as he walked and looked at the ceiling of the TARDIS, "You know that this is bringing as much trouble to me as for him?", he asked his ship.
The TARDIS only gave a groan in response.
"I know, I know you hate him, but do I also have to be punished for it?"
No response.
"Fine then", he made a face and took another turn to another corridor.
"Master!", he yelled again.
The Doctor was tired of walked through the TARDIS by the time he found the Master hours later in a room he hadn't seen since he was in his fourth regeneration - his scarf collection room.
"Why isn't this connected to the wardrobe room?", asked the Doctor as he ran around the vast room and put on all his various old scarfs.
"Oh, look at this beauty!", he exclaimed as he held up a multicolored scarf that changed in color when held in the light of the room.
"I always knew you were mad, but I never thought you were this insane", said the Master as he stood by the door of the room, "Are we going already?", he asked, clearly not wanting to remain there.
"Enjoy the view Master!", said the Doctor gleefully as he ran through the room and looked at all his scarfs.
"If we don't leave now I'll burn this room as well!", yelled the Master.
"No you wouldn't", said the Doctor in a sing-song voice.
"Don't test my patience", growled the Master.
After a moment the Doctor came back wearing at least twenty scarfs, one over the other.
"This way", he pointed and guided the Master back to where his room had last time been.
The Doctor glared at the Master as he kept playing with a lighter he had gotten somewhere.
"You burned my bed", said the Doctor angrily.
"I don't see what's the problem, you weren't sleeping in it at the time or anything", he said with a gleeful tone to his voice.
"I put my trust in you and didn't lock my room and what do I get in turn? A burned bed!", the Doctor fumed.
"I didn't ask for your trust", said the Master, still with a gleeful tone to his voice.
"What do you want from me?! To treat you like a child, lock all the rooms, hide all the lighters and matches, not let you near the kitchen, forbid you to run while holding scissors?!"
The Master glared at him, "You do that", he said in a menacing voice and the Doctor knew what he was trying to say with that glare, he was challenging him.
The Doctor glared back at him.
That night the Doctor spend it in the Library watching the Master as closely as he could, even though the Master was only reading one of his old Gallifreyan books he kept watching him.
"If you keep watching me I'll burn the entire library!", he threatened.
"Since when did you turn into a pyromaniac?", asked the Doctor curiously.
"I'm not a pyromaniac, you are the one that has forced me to resort to primitive means of accomplishing my goals!", countered the Master angrily.
"Your goals include burning my bed and starting a fire in the kitchen as often as possible?", teased the Doctor, who knew that more than one of the fires at the kitchen had actually been accident and not intentional.
The Master glared at the Doctor and went back to reading his book.
The Doctor sighed as he rolled his eyes, then, suddenly his eyes brightened up, he stood up and walked out of the library.
After about half an hour he came back with a smile on his face, sat down on his seat and began reading a book. Some hours later the Master finally stood up and went to his room, the Doctor followed after him silently and stood just a few meters away from his room's door and waited.
Suddenly he heard a loud crash followed by loud exclamation from the Master, "DOCTOR!"
The Doctor giggled as he ran away to his room, as soon as he arrived he closed the door thoroughly to prevent anyone from barging in suddenly.
Almost as soon as he had done so the Master came and began to knock furiously on his door, "Doctor, open the door Doctor!", he yelled angrily as he tried to force open the door.
The Doctor smirked and went to lay on a make shift bed he had made for himself where his old bed had been, ignoring completely the Master as he yelled and tried to break open his door.
The Master would get tired eventually and go away knew the Doctor as he took a book and began to read it.
The Doctor was sitting in his console room after checking that the TARDIS was still in the Time Vortex, ever since they had left the UNIT hospital, who knew how many weeks ago, they had been in the Vortex non-stop.
The Master came into the console room, "I need you to open one of the rooms", he stated flatly, looking rather irritated.
"Oh, no, I've learned from my errors", the Doctor shook his head, "Besides, what would you want from my room?"
"Not your room you dimwit, the library", said the Master irritably.
"The Library?", he furrowed his brows, "The TARDIS must have locked it."
"Your stupid machine keeps locking me out, fix her", said the Master with a snarl.
"Oi!", said the Doctor unhappily.
"It's not my fault that it be such a stupid machine", said the Master, putting emphasis on 'it'.
"You, better than anybody else knows that she isn't an 'it'!", yelled the Doctor, defending the TARDIS.
"I call IT, whatever I please!", yelled the Master and the TARDIS gave a wild jolt that made the Master stumble and fall over at the console and press some of the buttons.
"You stupid machine!", yelled the Master and out of anger hit the console, activating various buttons.
The TARDIS gave a wild jolt which send the Doctor falling from his chair and made the Master fall on the floor.
"What did you press?, asked the Doctor seriously as he stood up.
"I didn't-"
The Master didn't get to finish his sentence as the TARDIS shuddered violently, sending both of them falling to the floor again and then tipped completely sideways.
The Doctor clang at his chair and the Master held as firmly as he could to the railing next to the console.
"Aaah, don't let go!", screamed the Doctor as the TARDIS turned completely upside down.
"What do you think I'm doing?!", screamed the Master back as held on the railing with both arms and legs.
The TARDIS tilted again sidewise and then finally settled back to normality.
The Doctor lay panting on the floor, "What on earth did you press?", he asked in-between pants.
"One of those there", the Master waved at some part of the console.
The Doctor raised his head and squinted at the console, "Not the blue boringer, right?"
"The blue-what?", The Master raised his head and stared at the Doctor as if he had just grown a second head.
"You heard me", said the Doctor and laid his head back on the floor.
"Whatever you did, never do it again, kay?", said the Doctor as he recovered his breath.
He heard what sounded like a grunt and took it as a yes, good, one less problem to deal with.
The Doctor ran down another corridor of the TARDIS, the cloister bell sounding , he could only hope that the Master didn't have anything to do with it.
"Master!", he yelled, "Come on Sexy at least show me what's the problem!", he pleaded, so far he had only spend his morning on another search for a lost Master only to be interrupted by the serious sounds of the TARDIS' cloister bell.
Apparently the TARDIS listened to him since the next turn he took around the corner he found corridor with one room from which he could hear somebody trying to escape.
The Doctor hurried rapidly towards the door which had a small window and saw the Master trying to break open.
"Open the damn door!", screamed the Master from the room.
The Doctor got out his sonic screwdriver and sonic'd the door open, "What room is this?!", he asked as he stepped through.
"Oh", he said as he took a view around, he knew this room all too well, but what he couldn't understand was how the Master had managed to lock himself into this room.
"Wait!", he spun around, expecting to find the Master already near the door and had to stop him, but found him standing just where he had been a moment ago, "How did you end up here?"
The Master looked at him like he was stupid, "Are you stupid or something?", he finally asked, "Your TARDIS has been keep changing the corridors in case you have forgotten!", the Doctor could only be happy that he hadn't called the TARDIS a machine like last time, "What room is this anyway?", he asked, a bit more calmed now.
The Doctor looked up to see what to any outsider might think was a small planet or a sun, raised his hand and pointed at it, "That's the Eye of Harmony."
The Master's eyes widened, "Then how did I get in here?", he asked.
"What?", he asked perplexed, the Doctor had no idea what the Master meant with that.
"You know what I mean!", yelled the Master and it took the Doctor a moment until it finally clicked what the Master meant. The Master was talking about the last time he had opened the Eye of Harmony and had needed a human eye to open it.
"No, no, that's not-"
"IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT!", yelled the Master on top of his lungs interrupting the Doctor.
The Doctor gaped at him, "You can't be serious", he said seriously and if he hadn't been totally unguarded and unexpected of this he might have noticed the slight smile on the Master's face for half a second as he saw his shocked face.
"You think I'm not serious?!", he yelled again, though not as hard this time and stormed out of the room.
The Doctor went after him and heard him scream in the corridor, "It's all you and your human blood's fault!"
"Don't be silly!", he yelled after him and only then noticed that the TARDIS' cloister bell had stopped to sound, "You mean that him near the Eye was your problem?!", he wasn't sure how that was a problem so he settled for the only plausible reason, the TARDIS hated the Master and didn't want him near something as sensitive as the Eye.
When he arrived at the Master's room he opened the door only find him looking at the mirror, inspecting his eyes.
"You are being incredibly stupid now, stop your overly dramatic act already, I know you're faking!", yelled the Doctor and he could see the Master's face contort up angrily.
"I never asked for your half human blood", spat the Master without looking away from the mirror.
"That was weeks ago, there's basically nothing left of it!", the Doctor tried to reason with him.
"Yes-all of it has blended with mine, no going back from this point, cursed forever with human blood", he snarled.
"Oh, for goodness sake!", yelled the Doctor as he threw his arms up, "Enjoy being grumpy alone then!", he yelled, closed the Master's door and walked away.
For those who don't understand the Master's behavior in the last story please my notes above.
Okay...since I really think this chapter is short and not one of my best works I'll be uploading another one tomorrow - with an actual story.
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