Disclaimer: Christmas is coming, but then again I made that wish last year, never got it so I still don't own.
AN: The M-PREG can wait, I got a better idea. Came to me when I was in the bath, of all places.
The Master couldn't be happier when it turned out to be AbDS, he would have jumped around and screamed his joy but he was too hot for that and was confined to a cold environment, he'd insisted that their bedroom be air conditioned and he'd stay on the TARDIS, but now he's having a second thoughts, he's beginning to wish that he'd picked Neptune because the Doctor's treating him like a child, normally he'd enjoy the attention and at first he did but now it was getting annoying.
"How are you feeling now Master?"
"The same as I was a few minutes ago when you asked me the last time." The Master said rolling his eyes and sighing dramatically.
"I think we need more soup."
"Doctor, I can't take any more soup please. Can't I have something else please and turn the heating up a little; I need to be kept cool not frozen."
"Only a few degrees and I can get you a sandwich if you want."
"A toasted sandwich if you will please."
"Alright, I'll get you that now, anything else?"
"Yeah, a cup of tea and a woman's magazine."
"What do you want one of them for?"
"I like reading the advice columns."
The Doctor nodded and bounded out of the room, the Master sighed, finally some silence. That silence didn't last long though because he could hear the Doctor singing from down the corridor, looking over he saw that he'd left the door open, the Master got out of bed and walked to the door, he put his head around the frame.
"Shut up you tone deaf moron!"
He then slammed the door shut and returned to bed.
Around an hour later the Doctor returned and threw the door open making it slam against the wall; he jolted the Master from his restful sleep.
"Got your things."
The Master opened an eye and looked at his husband and wished he had killed Titorian for making them get married.
"Doctor, I am ill, could you be a little quieter please?"
"Oh alright. Sorry. Say do you fancy going anywhere?"
"No. You can, just so I can get some sleep away from you and your impossibly horrible singing."
The Doctor smiled and sat on the bed with his husband, the Master sat up and picked at his sandwich.
"Doctor I've got a question for you."
"What is it?"
"That's the question really, what is this thing we have?"
"I'm not sure Master."
"It's just that we never got a chance to date or anything like that we were just thrown into a marriage that neither of us really wanted, surely I had thought about it before but it's different, I suppose in a way I feel like I've been taken advantage of."
"You're not the only one. I didn't really want to get married, and neither did you clearly. I think maybe...well getting a divorce is out of the question since there's no divorce in Gallifreyan marriages; I think maybe we shouldn't accept that we're married, just for now."
The Master nodded.
"I think that might be best."
The silence that descended on them was awkward. Eventually the Master cleared his throat.
"I'll...I'll head back to my own room now if it's all the same to you."
The Master got out of bed and took his things with him, he headed to the door.
"Master...?"
"Hmm..." he answered turning the handle.
"Did we just break up?"
The Master's head slumped.
"Just for now, when I agreed to stay here with you I didn't think we'd be forced into a marriage, I was kinda hoping we could take things slow, you know, travel for a while and the date for a while and then decide if we wanted to get married or not, not be forced into marriage when we'd only just grown slightly accustomed to being around each other again."
The Doctor nodded and watched his fellow Time Lord leave the room and head back to his own.
For the next few weeks the TARDIS seemed bigger than usual, the Doctor knew that she'd made the corridors extra long, the kitchen further away, and moved rooms around simply because she guessed that the two Time Lords could do with their own space for a while, she was right. But the Doctor was lonely, if he didn't know from the life signs that the Master was still on board he would have thought he was alone.
One day he decided that being cooped up in the TARDIS for so long was taking its tole on him; he was now starting to break bits and pieces of the TARDIS just so he could repair them and have something to do. He was of course glad to hear from his beloved ship that the Master was well again, but still he didn't show himself, in the end the Doctor decided after nearly three weeks of loneliness he'd go out, but this wasn't no ordinary outing for him, he was going to see his old friends, Martha and Jack, if he was around which he highly doubted, but hell Mickey would do, he just missed having someone to talk to.
The Master lay up in his room reading when he felt the TARDIS jolt, he was about to ask what that was but he just guessed it was the Doctor landing them somewhere, not that he'd leave. He had needed his space and he'd got it, his rooms had gotten bigger and the need to leave his room wasn't even there anymore, the TARDIS gave him whatever he wanted when he asked so there was no need to leave for food, he was just settling back into his book when he heard a voice, down in the console room, one he recognised, oh how could the Doctor be so stupid, if Martha ever found out that the Master was here she'd never leave, out of fear of him killing people, the Doctor especially.
"Bloody hell."
He threw his book down onto the floor and it landed with an unholy bang.
Down in the console room Martha jumped at that noise.
"What was that?"
"Huh?"
"That bang."
"Oh, probably just something blowing up, that's been happening a lot lately."
Martha smiled at the Doctor.
"So you're on your own again then?"
"Yeah."
"Oh well I heard on the grape vine so to speak that you fought the Master again."
"Yeah I did, and before you say anything Martha he was different this time. Not like he was when you saw him last, he was ill, dying."
"Normally I'd say 'Aww' but since it's him I feel the need to say 'couldn't happen to a more deserving person.'"
"No Martha you shouldn't say that. You know all that bunkum he gave us about the drums? Well it was all real, I heard it, he wasn't lying and I felt terrible because I didn't believe him, I just threw it over my shoulder and said he was mad, how wrong I was Martha."
"Why? What was wrong with him?"
"The Time Lords did that to him, our own species, I never thought I'd say this but I'm glad I killed them all, how can you do that to someone? Implant something in their mind to drive them insane just to save your own backside."
The Doctor thudded down on the seat; Martha sat next to him and rubbed his shoulder.
"What happened to him?"
"He sacrificed his life to save me."
"He did what?"
"Yeah I was just as shocked as you when it happened."
"I never thought he had it in him to save you."
"Yeah well, he wanted revenge on Rassilon and he was dying anyway so maybe he figured that his last act would be heroic."
Martha sighed.
"Regardless of all this I still don't like him. So why don't you have anyone else around?"
"I just don't. I found it better to knock around on my own, it's alright I suppose but I wish I..."
The Doctor was broken off when Martha kissed him; he pushed her away and jumped off of the seat.
"Martha what are you doing? You're married and I'm sorry to say I'm not interested."
"You wouldn't be saying that if it was Rose would you?"
The Doctor sighed.
"Oh you know what? I made a mistake finding you, I would have thought you'd be over me by now, you're married."
"I know but you're the Doctor."
"So? You're a Doctor but you don't go around getting kissed all the time, just because I'm the Doctor doesn't mean you can kiss me all willy nilly."
"I'm sorry alright. God you said you were alone, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time."
"Well it wasn't!"
Martha flinched at the harsh tone the Doctor's voice had adopted.
"What is the matter with you? You never used to be like this."
"Yeah well I'm going through some stuff right now, I don't need you kissing me like I'm some kind of, kissing prostitute, and how do you know I haven't got someone for that kind of thing?"
"Well have you?"
"Not anymore, I did have, then..." he stopped and looked away, he faced the console and pressed buttons that didn't need pressing. "Maybe you should go Martha, I'm sorry to have disturbed you."
Martha looked at the Doctor who didn't acknowledge her, she sighed and left the TARDIS, and once she was gone the Doctor set them into the Vortex and headed to his room. He missed the Master so much it felt as if his hearts were tearing, but he knew that the Master was right about them needing their own space right now, if he went to him it'd mess it all up and he couldn't run the risk of that.
AN2: Narcissism time, if I'm being honest since I've read this over dozens of times I think it's better than the last one, the last part was a mockery.