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Chapter Two

The TARDIS landed in London, 2005. Stepping out, the Master was greeted by a typically English day; grey clouds that threatened rain at any moment, and he noticed that the TARDIS was in the shape of a red post-box. He needed to remember that and where it was so he could find it again. He looked around and saw that direction across the road was a pub by the name of King and Crown. Perfect. He wouldn't have to stray too far from it anyway.

Entering the pub it was all he could do not to wrinkle his nose in disgust, the stench of smoke mixed with alcohol was vile, the walls were wallpapered in a dark colour which loosely hid smoke stains, and the man and woman behind the bar both looked as though they had a million and one better places to be. In all fairness the Master could think of at least a million and one better places to be, but he ignored it and took a seat by the bar.

He looked around, noticing everyone in there; there was a group of five middle aged men who were clearly already drunk, talking loudly and laughing louder while drinking the pints in front of them. There was a young woman, around the same age as he appeared, sat on her own at the opposite end of the bar; a young couple sat kissing rather than drinking; a number of people smoking while drinking; and a boy, whose badge declared "18 today" although he looked about 14, with a few friends. He ignored them all and turned back to the bar, smiling friendlily at the barwoman "I'll have a lemonade, please." alcohol had less effect on a Time Lord than a human but he didn't really care for the stuff.

"Sure thing," the woman replied, with a thick cockney accent. As she went to get the drink the Master tapped his pockets somewhat dramatically as if to look for a wallet he knew wasn't there.

"Never mind," he called to the bar woman. "I've forgot my wallet."

He stood up and turned away from the bar. He had only taken two steps towards the door when a voice said "I'll get it."

He turned around and saw the lone woman from the other end of the bar smiling sweetly at him. She was blond and pretty but in a subtle way and she had this look about her which suggested she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. He smiled back at her "You don't have to do that."

"Come on, we're both alone in one of the worst pubs in London" she quickly turned to the bar "No offence" before turning back to him "least you can do if let me buy you a drink"

The Master made a face as though he was unsure before shrugging "All right." he replied and sat back down. The woman sat beside him and paid the bar woman. "So," he started in an attempt to make small talk "what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?"

The girl blushed though she tried in vain not to, "I could ask you the same question."

The Master raised an eyebrow teasingly "You calling me pretty?"

The girl laughed "I don't think pretty is the right word."

"Really? What would be the right word then? Dashing?" he suggested "Handsome?"

"Cute," she supplied.

The Master's smile faded into over-exaggerated horror "Cute?" he exclaimed. "I am not cute. Puppies and little kids are cute!"

"Uh huh, so what's your name, Cutie?"

"That's a difficult question" the Master said, keeping the teasing tone about his voice. "I answer to many names. What about you? If you don't tell me soon I may have to start calling you Blondie"

"Lucy" she replied. "Are you going to tell me yours or should I stick with Cutie?"

"Lucy. Lucy. Little, lovely Lucy" the Master played around with the, making a point of ignoring her question. "It suits you. So Lucy, what do you do?"

Lucy's smile faded instantly "Nothing." She replied bitterly. Her face changed, all the sweetness which had been in it turned into annoyance, bordering on anger ""Not since I got made unemployed." She shook it off and smiled again "But you don't want to hear about that. Tell me about yourself, the mysterious man with no name"

The Master looked at her with a gravely serious expression; "Lucy, If I told you I wasn't from this planet but I was from a powerful planet called Gallifrey which was recently victim of a war so awesome it makes all of your World Wars seem like pub brawls, you wouldn't believe me would you?" he asked, being careful to meet her eyes the whole time, watching her expression carefully. He hurried on before she had the chance to answer. "Of course I use 'awesome' in its original context"

Lucy's expression told him she was torn between confusion, amusement and, most surprisingly, belief.

"Let me show you something" the Master said, taking Lucy's hand and beginning to lead her out.

Although she looked reluctant she didn't try and stop him. "I should know better than to go off with strange men when I don't even know their name" she said.

The Master stopped just outside the pub down and looked at her "You should" he agreed. "On Gallifrey we don't use our true names, we choose names depending on what we want. My name is the Master"

He watched Lucy's expression carefully, she looked as though she couldn't tell if he was crazy or serious. She didn't reply.

"Is that all right?" he asked, softly.

She didn't answer his question she just asked one of her own "How did you get here?" she voice somewhere between curiosity and scepticism.

The Master smiled again "That's what I want to show you" he replied with the impatient excitement of a school boy.

"Go on then"

The Master's smiled widened and he broke into a run towards the TARDIS, Lucy found she had no choice but to run along with him. He stopped by what, to Lucy, seemed to just be another typical red London post-box. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Step in" he told her.

"You're crazy" she told him, taking a step back. "I wasn't sure before but I am now."

"I may well be crazy, I won't deny that but nothing I've said to you, Lucy, has been a lie." replied the Master. He unlocked the door and pushed it open "What have you got to lose? Come in and if it's just a post-box then call the men in the white van – I even have their number on speed dial – and if it's not then you'll see I'm telling the truth"

Lucy looked torn; there was something about him that made her believe every word he said. There was something about his face which seemed incapable of lying. She stepped in the post-box, something she'd never even thought she'd be doing, only to run straight back out again.

She blinked a couple of times and looked at the Master "Pinch me" she said, "If I'm dreaming, I'll wake up, if it's real, it'll hurt"

The Master laughed, and pinched her, lightly, on the top of her right arm. Lucy flinched, not through pain but through shock that everything was still here. She smiled and stepped back into the post-box. This time the Master followed her.

"It's called the TARDIS, stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space" he explained. "Basically it's a space/time machine. It can go anywhere and anywhen"

Lucy looked between him and the TARDIS controls "You're an alien"

The Master fought the urge to roll his eyes, humans were so slow "Or if you look at it from my point of view you're an alien"

"Huh, I never thought of it like that" Lucy admitted.

"You're human, you wouldn't" replied the Master. "Wanna stay? I can show you some things you'll never ever forget"

Lucy still seemed to be in shock about it all. She walked around in awe. A few moments after he asked she registered that he had and nodded enthusiastically.

"Then hold on tight, Lucy, you're in for the ride of your life"