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When he woke up, he wasn't in Hell as expected (though he didn't believe in such a primitive and human thing) but on an operation table. He checked his body, all wounds had disappeared. Stranger, he heard a metallic sound as he started to move.

"What kind of a stupid joke is that?" He thought.

Oh great. He just tilted. Someone had turned him into a cyborg. He who's always seen robots and other kinds of machine as mere mechanical slaves for their owners was now one of them. "The Master" wasn't an appropriate name anymore.

He got up and began to wander. This place wasn't so unknown. As he kept walking, he remembered more and more. This was…the Doctor's Tardis! His Doctor's Tardis! He just couldn't believe it. His prayers had actually been heard. The Doctor's really come to save him. It was so silly, so much silly the Master didn't know whether he should cry for being still alive or laugh to mock that stupid god, spirit or whatever who'd listened to him and that stupid Doctor who'd saved him while they both know he is the last one the world would save. He ended up crying, but not too loudly, no way his lifelong foe hears him weep like a weakling. Yet, as he was eager to ask the Doctor why he'd rescued him he went to the control room where this dear one would surely be.

Indeed he was there. The Master was about to talk when he noticed the Doctor didn't look in a so good shape. He looked a bit like him before his rescue: covered in blood and really worn out. Nevertheless, this dear one was still doing as if everything was alright. He was walking around the console, pulling and pushing, switching on and off. He hadn't change of appearance except for his cut brown hair. Despite that, this 8th body was quite good-looking, the Master thought. Suddenly ("pineapples", LOL nope*), the Doctor collapsed.

"Doctor!"

He rushed to him. Unexpectedly, he was still aware.

"Doctor!"

"Hey…you're awake. Seems it won't be the same for me within a few seconds."

"Why saving me, Doctor? Why?" The Master asked, scared and hopeful at the same time.

"Well, you know me. I always have to save instead of let die." The Doctor answered before letting an ironical laugh out.

"Don't make a fool of me, Doctor! Tell me the truth!"

"Right…" The Doctor started passing out.

"No, no, Doctor, stay with me!" He gasped at this sentence. Did he just really say that? Did he just actually say out loud what he has always kept locked inside?

"Yes, yes…no need to shout at me. I'm dying but not deaf." The Doctor said trying to sound annoyed despite getting weaker and weaker.

Again this stupid idiot did not understand. Even though his life-long nemesis was there holding him hoping wholeheartedly he won't die on him, this fool didn't understand. Why did he care for this foolish good-doer anyway? The Doctor was the one who's always made his plans fail, who's always ruined his life, who's always rejected him… Yet he still loved him. He loved him so much. Despite all that he still loved him as strongly as back in Prydonian Academy. He wondered how it could be to still love this much someone who's already given up on you centuries ago.

"What's with that look old friend? You look like a lost puppy."

His eyes were getting blurred.

"I said do not make a fool of me."

"I wouldn't dare."

"Answer me!"

"Oh please, stop with the shouting." The Doctor whispered.

The Master didn't reply and kept staring at him and waiting. The Doctor sighed.

"Do you really need an answer?"

"What does that mean?" The actually frustrated Master said.

"It means don't you already know the answer?" The Doctor replied looking into his eyes.

Both his hearts beat up. Could it be? No, how could it? He's the one who've broke up with him and who've always rejected him since that day. But then why would he have rescued him? In fact, he didn't see any reason apart from that one. Meanwhile, the regeneration already started.

"No, Doctor! I want you to say it! I need you to say it!"

"If you know it, what's the purpose?" The Doctor said closing his eyes.

"Doctor!"

Too late. The regeneration was working on. The Master got more and more scared. What if the Doctor didn't remember him? Or if he did but in the wrong way and threw him out with that completely unknown body? Or if he didn't regenerate at all and left him with an unknown body and that dear Tardis who wasn't quite fond of him? And even if he did regenerate and remember him, would he remember what the Master asked him? Bloody hell, he was the Master! He cannot be scared! He must not be scared! Especially not because of the Doctor! So why was he feeling like the Devil himself was coming taking him away? Why was he crying and shivering?

"Don't leave me Doctor…" He barely said.