She learned it the hard way. Some people were never meant to exist. Not even the Doctor wants her as a companion. But then the Master saves her from certain death and discovers that this human girl might be of more use to him than he expected.
Ranki...
A/N: Do you ever wonder what would have happened would you have met certain people under different circumstances? This part might get a little dark. But it has to... because uh... I say so! °v°
Also, a great thanks to all your comments! I always love to read your thoughts. They make me happy, you know. UwU
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My mind simply blanked. For seconds all I was able to do was to stare at the man in front of me, not knowing what even scared me so much about him. The Doctor had barely told anything, neither had the TARDIS. And still, my heart did its best to escape its confinements, the adrenalin in my blood made my head light, but froze my body.
And in that moment I realized that the Master, as he was, with all the emanating danger, felt as oddly real as no one else before had. As if he were the only true person within the entirety of existence, as if I had never met anyone before who had been truly... alive.
"The Doctor sent you here, didn't he?" the Master asked in a mocking tone. "'Cause he has. Doesn't have the guts to come himself."
I opened my mouth to speak, to say something, but no sound escaped my lungs. The Master fisted a hand into my collar, pressed me right into the wall and leaned down to my face, the green tint in his eyes glinting with madness. And he... blinked, relaxed, looked at me almost dumbfounded.
"Do I know you?" His eyes narrowed to slits as he observed my face.
I lightly shook my head, although I was suddenly unsure it was even true. But that wasn't possible. I had never met him... I... hadn't?
"No, I remember his pets. You're a new stray, aren't you?" The mock was back in his voice, contrasting the blooming anger in his gaze and the hand that tightened its grip on my clothes. "I'm gone for some days and he picks up a new one. Bet he couldn't wait to be rid of me," the Master spat.
"I... don't think... It wasn't like that," I stammered.
"No?" His lips spread to a snide smile. "Then tell me where he is hidden. I don't need him interfering with any of this."
I gulped and tried to calm myself. Somehow. I hadn't ran away only to end up being killed by someone I had no business with!
"He... hid the TARDIS in a nearby park, " I told. "Just a few blocks away. But... it wasn't him."
"What wasn't him? Don't try my patience, human." The Master's gaze locked with mine, distracting my racing mind. Remaining eye contact and simultaneously having a conversation was always hard for me and this was a completely new level of challenge.
"The TARDIS, she said that. You need to get back and fix her."
"Don't play dumb on me," his low voice warned. "The ship can't say anything. What is he planning?"
