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Juliet's POV – That Afternoon – The TARDIS
"Doctor?" I asked as he stood in the wardrobe. I knew he was stressed, but I didn't know why.
"I did a scan on you, Juliet, and, before you ask me anything or I say something to you, is there something you wish to tell me?" He asked.
I didn't expect it. I didn't know the TARDIS could scan people. My heart began to race more than it usually did. I gulped and sniffed slightly.
"You tell me," I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat.
I had never told anyone. Not an adult at least. Dad knew, of course, but he never brought it up. He never needed to. The Doctor might bring it up somewhere where I don't want it to. The other kids would find out and I'd be teased. That was my worst fears. Being teased for something I can't control.
"I've dealt with werewolves before, Juliet. I can help," He offered and put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him.
"You killed that werewolf. How could you possibly help me? There's no cure and no way to help me," I growled. He remained speechless, knowing it was the truth. "Now, leave me alone about it."
I walked out of the wardrobe, not even bothering telling the Doctor what I'd walked in there for. I hated being this way. People always say they can help me, but they can't. The only way humans "deal" with werewolves is by killing them. I walked out of the TARDIS. I didn't care if the Master killed me right there and then. It was apparently the only way to "deal" with someone like me.
I walked out to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. I sat in the same place every day when I'm upset or stressed. Ever since I first arrived at Hogwarts I'd loved this spot. I laid back and just let my thoughts roam. I needed the chance to organize everything into one neat thought process. I felt myself doze. I knew it'd be good for me to get some rest.
I woke up and looked around slightly confused. I was still in my spot, but something was different. I checked my watch; it had only been an hour since I fell asleep. It was about 3 in the afternoon. I stood up and looked around me. The Master was standing right in front of me. As if he appeared by magic.
"Get away from me," I growled and backed up slightly.
The Master smiled. I could tell that it was supposed to look friendly, but the cold eyes that bore into my thoughts were heartless. What he was going to say was a lie. Then, in a flash, the coldness was gone. There was feeling there. Despair, hope, sadness, disappointment, and a cold desperate grasp that wrapped around me tightly as I stared into his eyes, almost getting lost within them. I could feel them. All of them. I backed away and ran off, knowing better than to stay, but he didn't follow.
When I looked back he sort of seemed to just stand there. He looked up at me and then back down. I slowly approached him, curious of this new act. He seemed so violent and crazy when I last saw him. Something was wrong with him. I wanted to figure out what was wrong.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. "I know why you want me, but you seem different this time. I saw how you felt. You're so…so…"
"Desperate," He finished for me.
His voice shocked me. He wasn't yelling or being completely insane. It was so normal. He seemed like just another guy. I took a step closer. We were completely face to face when he looked at me. We were both about the same height, so I didn't feel intimidated by him. He and I were facing each other like normal human beings. I thought of him as equal to myself, and nothing else. I thought of him in the same manner that I wanted him to think of me.
"Do you know why I wanted you, girl child?' He asked me.
"Yes, for my powers. I have a name, too, actually. I know how we all like being called by our proper names. I'm Juliet," I answered. "And I know you to be the Master."
He nodded. "You aren't like the others. You didn't judge me immediately. Even tonight, when you saw me, you ran, but you came back. Even with what the Doctor told you, you came back. Why? Tell me what's different about you," He asked. I was puzzled by the question, and I thought carefully on it.
"What's the point of judging someone on what they are? Or on their first meeting with you? One chat isn't the way you judge someone," I said slowly.
"That's why I need your help, Juliet. You care enough for second and third chances. Help me. This drumming, this constant drumming. It's driving me mad," He said to me. He sounded almost in tears. I shook my head.
"I-I don't know how," I whispered, feeling awful. "I have to leave."
I ran. I knew what he was trying to do. I felt a strong arm grab my shoulder and I struggled to get away. He had done it. Just like the Doctor said. I should have listened.
"PLEASE!" I screamed terrified. "I have a life ahead of me! Let me go!" I screamed. I felt something sharp in my arm and then I fell unconscious. Everything was dark.