Note: This is about a year after Noah and the Master come to Earth. They were walking back to their apartment (in Cardiff) when this happens.

Also, the Master has a short beard. And that's why most people don't recognize him as Harold Saxon.

Meetings

We heard someone running up behind us. You turned and suddenly shoved me into the shadows. I was confused. Until the man came around the corner.

Something about him was wrong. He felt wrong. Just wrong.

And he had a gun.

I acted without thinking. I leapt between you. And he shot me. You were furious. You took me in Your arms. And You started yelling at the man. And he was yelling right back.

Then You asked him to help me. And he shut up. He looked between us and put the gun away. He picked me up and carried me down the street.

A wind picked up and both of you gasped. Engines whirred and a blue box appeared out of nowhere. You whispered a name.

Doctor.

A man with floppy hair stepped out of the box. He had a tweed jacket and a bow tie. He stood in the doorway for a moment. Then ran to us.

He scanned me and took me from Harkness. He carried me into the box and laid me on the floor.

I felt the tingle in my fingers and we all looked down at the golden light on my hand.

Regeneration hurt. I burned away. Died and came back. But I wasn't me anymore. I had blonde hair now. And I was taller. Taller than You. And my clothes were a bit too big.

I swayed on my feet. And You rushed over to me. You gripped my shoulders and pushed me onto the yellow jump seat. Then You turned and faced them. You smirked at Harkness.

"Congratulations. You were his first."

He punched You. In the face. Hard. You laughed as blood dripped down Your chin. I tried to stand and defend You, but You put Your hand on my shoulder.

The Doctor wrung his hands and shifted uncomfortably. He looked between the pair of us and asked how we could be here.

You held Your arms open wide.

"Because I am the Master. And I always come back."

Harkness asked how long You'd been here.

"About a year. I was waiting for the Doctor. I wanted to show him something."

"And what was that?"

"Him."

You pointed at me. I knew You were just pretending. That Your act was just an act. And it was hurting You.

The Doctor offered You and me a chance. A chance to travel with him.

And, even though I knew it was what You wanted, You hesitated. You lied, because his kindness scared You.

"Oh, I don't know, Doctor. I don't know if I could put up with you or your apes for long."

He looked hurt. You sighed dramatically.

"Fine. If I didn't agree, you'd just drag us along by force anyways."

Harkness glared and took the Doctor aside. He asked him if it was safe. And he smiled sadly. And said no.

I saw You wince and I took Your hand. You nodded absently. And forced a smile. Which turned into a huffed smirk when they came back.

"Are we leaving soon?"

The Doctor nodded and playfully saluted Harkness. He saluted back and glared at You. You smirked at him. Until You turned away.

You remembered hurting him. And You hated Yourself.