themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

thelittlegirlinred:

Step one was complete - or so she thought. Make him forget the Master and love only her. Then she would use the blood she had taken from the Doctor and make a clone; who had just happened to be sleeping in a pod several corridors down and down a flight of stairs. The redhead hummed as she made her way to the Doctor’s bedroom, sonic guitar in hand.

She was thankful really. If the Master hadn’t shot her eye and broken off with the Doctor, she wouldn’t be able to hold him at night. And she wouldn’t be able to make it look like she would be killing the Doctor before his eyes.

“Doctor, I’m coming in,” she turned the locks off as she turned the handle of the door, opening it just enough to come in and close it behind her.

“Hello, pet.”

No. No, Master help me please, I hate it here—

The sounds of the lock made him go quiet, shaking, holding his bleeding head. He opened his head, opened his mind or him, repeating the past seven days at lightning speed before his mind blanked, but not before relaying the words and thoughts and sights of white and red that had been his life. The connection failed, he grew silent again, falling back to his vow of silence.

What the Master had managed to catch before the connection failed was the Doctor looking over papers, the Macii, the Doctor being moved from the TARDIS, a glimpse of ‘Big Ben,’ and the Macii’s TARDIS. The rest sped through at lightning speed, but the gist was clear. 

He needed to get to London.

The Master immediately pulled himself up and started to pack. He decided against waking up Alva, picking her up complete with sleeping back and struggling out of the tent. It was very early in the morning as he stepped out and covered her head with the blanket and he made his way for some sort of transportation. He’d swallowed his pride and gotten on a bus, as he knew that he looked and felt terrible, his scars pulling painfully. Eventually he’d be in a bath and everything would go back to normal, but first he had to find the Doctor. These thoughts gave him comfort as they started on their way for the nearest bus depot so that he could get Alva and himself on a bus for London.

She looked him over, growling softly. “What were you doing, Doctor~?” A cautious step forward; she knew he was strong enough to over take her if he really tried.

“What were you doing after your little rampage, love?”

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