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AN: Sorry this took so long to update, I've recently found out I'm expecting a little one so my life's been a little hectic lately. I know this chapter is short but it's kinda helped bring me out of my baby obsession, my dr suggested something to take my mind of my nerves so I headed back here. Anyway hope you enjoy.
When the Doctor and the Master had managed to worm their way out of whatever it was they had done on Romanuloun Five they just ran back to the TARDIS, well the Doctor wanted to stay and save a species of animal that were being overly farmed but the Master knocked some sense into him with a smack across the back of the head, okay tell a lie even after that he still wanted to, so the Master took complete charge and dragged his husband by the arm back to the TARDIS ignoring the protests from him, once inside the Doctor refused to move them off the planet, he said he was determined that he'd save them, this was when the Master fell into total shock.
See normally when he went to touch the console he was given a small electric shock, but this time when he declared that he'd get them off the planet even if he got shocked he found that when he went through with his promise that the console responded freely to his commands and he didn't get shocked at all, he was pretty pleased with that, the pleased feeling didn't last long because now it had become a battle of who was a better pilot and who was in better control of the ship, on one side of the console the Master was trying to hang them in the Vortex and on the other the Doctor was trying to land them back on Romanuloun Five.
"Doctor are you stupid? We just escaped there and you want to go and save some stupid species of animal."
"They're not just any animal Master, they're the Blue and Purple spotted Pimpkins."
"I don't care. I am not going back there, I've just spent the best part of two Romanuloun days on that planet stuck in a dark and dank cell while you try and convince them we mean no harm when all I wanted to do was batter them to death with that pissing anti-alien charter of theirs.
The Doctor scowled and then stormed off to his room, the Master grinned and walked back away from the console until the back of his knees hit something, he fell back into it to find an arm chair there, apparently the TARDIS did like him, she confirmed this by providing him with a drink, apparently she found it pleasing to have someone who spoke sense onboard.
The Doctor sat in his bedroom, he was normally the rational one between him and the Master but this time he knew the Master was right, they were the last two Time Lords in existence, sure their marriage was forced and neither of them necessarily wanted it but maybe the Doctor should stop and think for a change, he's not just in charge of his life anymore, he's got the Master to look after too. He lay back on his bed and thought hard about it, maybe he should listen to the Master more often, but he's sure of one thing he didn't like his TARDIS rejecting his controls in favour of someone who once turned her into a paradox machine, he eventually fell asleep.
For the Master however he was still thinking. He hadn't been very easy to get along with and he knew that but that was in his nature, to be stubborn and he didn't think that'd change any time soon and he wasn't sure he wanted it to change, the Doctor hadn't even suggested telling his human friends they were married but then again they hadn't accepted it themselves yet so how would the humans take them seriously, especially the Master.