The Master

The Master ignored the scathing looks from the others as the Doctor escorted him to the TARDIS in handcuffs that the Freak had been so kind to add as a fashion accessory for him. They didn't understand why it was that they shouldn't just get rid of him and, oh, he'd goaded them, pushed them a final time to try and force the mob's hands as it were.

"Go on then. Do it."

But the Doctor, oh that sanctimonious, sentimental old fool had talked them all down. He'd told them that it wasn't the way. That more blood wasn't the answer and that it was the Doctor's responsibility to look after him now.

Like he was some sort of pet.

Once they made their way into the TARDIS, Jack, Martha and the others hanging back because they couldn't abide being in the same place for long with the Master, he glowered at the other Time Lord across the ruined console.

"Well, then. It's trading a prison with the stunted little apes to being your captive companion, is it? Go on, Doctor, let the healing begin. Make me better," he sneered.

[Edit to add: This is based around in game play at Reality Shifted, and the path it has led the Master on.]

It was then that the Master was thoroughly surprised by the sound of a body, the Doctor's, crashing through glass as he fell through the skylight, and onto the floor between himself and Rassilon. He lowered his arms from where he had instinctively covered his face, then watched with mild interest as the Doctor tried, and failed, to raise the gun to bear on their Lord President, which was still clutched in his left hand.

The weapon clattered as the Doctor's arm dropped, unable to hold the weight.

Rassilon came forward, something of a smile on his face, and addressed them both, his voice full of contempt and disdain. "My lord Doctor, my lord Master, we are gathered together for the end."

( With a pitiful sound, the Doctor pushed himself up into a half-crouch, begging for Rassilon to rethink what he was about to put into play; the Final Sanction. )

A long day at the office, dealing with the upcoming elections and moving all of his pieces into place for checkmate was not what he had planned on doing with his day. None of these ridiculous humans could manage to do the simplest of menial tasks that he assigned them with any speed or attention to detail. He had hoped that he could simply make his way out of the office earlier and down to where he had safely hidden the Doctor's TARDIS, now trussed up in red as his glorious machine.

There were still tests to be done but he needed some suitable clothing and perhaps something to eat.

( ~at least the house isn't on fire~ )

prompt: lucy in the kitchen, oh dear.
words: 505

The Master only had a short amount of time. In the space that River Song traveled away using the vortex manipulator and the time that Amy and Mr. Pond left the party to catch up, he had only moments to make himself known. He didn't have to of course.

But he did.

( i can draw the line on the first date~ )

prompts: none
words: 624
a/n: Going off of the idea that he was sucked into the Time War at the end of Christmas specials, a time ring is really the only way I, personally, find acceptable for him escaping Gallifrey's destruction and the War. Outside of that, in the realm of my general headcanon, I do not believe he survived. I think he used up what was left of his life force to try and kill Rassilon for what he had done. Though I do tend to be somewhat contradictory to my own theories over time, I might come around to the idea of him being generally "out there somewhere" in regards to the Eleventh Doctor and any other incarnations we may be privileged to see at a later date.

A/N: Not sure about characterization but this needed written out.


This isn't a place he is supposed to be. UNIT has numerous files on him by another name, his actual name, and this is dangerous. It is dangerous not only in that right but in the respect that he is an alien walking onto a compound in which he has no clearance. The Master posing as a human, how quaint and mildly disgusting. He should feel disgusted with himself and he isn't. In a way, it almost reminds him of the Doctor and his fascination with this particular species.

And that brings a twinge to his hearts that he will never, ever admit to.

( read more here~ )

prompt: none
words: 719

"Are you just going to sit there all day?" started Jack with a huff. "I unlocked the computer and you're still doing absolutely nothing."

The Master didn't budge from where he sat, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm waiting on my tea."

Jack's patience was beginning to wear very, very thin. "You're not going to get anything if you keep this up," he said, trying to sound as firm as he could without losing his temper. "You said you were on to something last night before bed, so how about you start there?"

( but you say you're getting tired. you're tired and so am I~ )

prompt: none
words: 1103

Yes, yes, I know I'm behind on tagging and technically I'm still on hiatus. I don't know when exactly I'll be back but hopefully it won't be an absurd amount of time.

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09;The Master meets Gene.

10;The Master talks with Nine.

11;The Master sneaks up on Ten in the ballroom.

12;A meeting an altercation with the Valeyard.

13;The Master meets Eleven.

14;The Master meets Amy Pond.



Dual Posts and Posts Having to Do with the Master

*The Master and Lucy's adventures in the kitchen.

*The consequences of choices.

Throughout his time in this Universe, however long, it is still minuscule next to the measurement of time itself. In that time a great many things have happened and for a long while now there has been a distinct lack of surprises.

And while he might enjoy the surety of his actions and knowing just how his plans will progress; he also enjoys the satisfaction of a challenge.

Though, more often than not, things veer in the direction of Horribly Wrong and everyone knows what they say about the best laid plans.

( protect me from what I want~ )

prompt: rp with elevenwho
words: 488

So, decided to do something to quell boredom and hopefully amuse a few people along the way.

Comment here with your character, a pairing and/or a verse and I will comment back with a song I think fits that category. So it's known, this does not have to be one of the verses off my handy-dandy verse post it can simply be something you think would be amusing to see.

Give the name, give some backstory if you like and have a quirky idea in your head, whatever you like.

Have at it!

The Master chuckled from where he slowly picked himself up off the TARDIS' floor, looking to where the Doctor stood, the doors open as he gazed out. Of course the Doctor could change things, go back and fix it but would he?

As the Master stood, the Doctor slowly sank to his knees, shoulders shaking as he watched the Earth burn. They'd stopped the End of Time and for what? So the Doctor could inflict one last devastating blow in the form of his oldest friend and best enemy. The heart wrenching sob from the kneeling Time Lord made the Master practically preen and he knew his answer.

The Doctor's choice.

Joining him by the open doors, he gazed out on the devastation, basking in the glow as if he were a cat sprawled out in the sun. The Doctor mustered enough strength to glare, tears still falling down his face, rage bubbling up at the Master's satisfaction.

"Six billion people," started the Doctor, voice shaking as he gritted his teeth.

The Master smirked as he cast a sideways glance at him. "6, 727, 949, 338, I believe was the exact count. Was being the operative word in all that."

That was enough to send the Doctor into a nigh incoherent rage and he grabbed the Master by the front of his hooded sweatshirt, holding him out over the atmosphere of the burning orb that was once Earth as it's oceans boiled and the continents broke up in fiery pools of magma. The Master grabbed his hands, instinctually, before forcing himself to let go.

"You can go back," started the Master, voice like silk as he taunted him with possibilities. "Stop me. Save them. Your precious humans."

The hands holding the Master shook and the Doctor pushed him a tiny bit closer to the edge, holding him there.

"They were always your favorite, go on, do them justice. Kill me."

The Doctor's sudden hauling him up startled him and he barely caught himself as he was shoved back toward the console, away from the doors; the Doctor slumping heavily to the grated floor. The Master smiled, sauntering back over to him and leaned down, placing his hands on either of the Doctor's shoulders in a facsimile of comfort. He leaned down, breath at his ear as he spoke in a low tone.

"I'm all you have now, my dear Doctor."

And with a kiss on the cheek he strode off into the TARDIS, leaving him there to watch his favorite planet fall.

prompt: kiss on the cheek
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