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.
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A/N: Heeey! I finally managed to draw a pic for this story. I mean, hey, it's only over a year now, but pffffff.......
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The Master sat cross legged on the bed, bending over my sleeping body, his hands both resting on my temples. I could clearly feel his presence, almost as if he was standing right next to me. Another ghost.
"Can you... maybe hear me?" I asked, hoping he might perceive it somehow through the mental connection.
He didn't react, however, so I stepped - floated? - closer and placed my hands above his. I still couldn't actually touch anything, my fingers simply gliding through him.
"Stop that," he suddenly grumbled, annoyed. "That's distracting."
I winced and retreated. "You feel that?"
"Yes, now shut it."
"Hey! Don't just ignore me, you prick!" I protested, realizing he had heard me the first time. "What're you even doing?"
The Master opened his eyes and left my temples, but the sensation of his presence stayed. "What do you think?" he said, annoyed. "I'm trying to wake you. So move your damn mind back into that thing here, will you?" With a crooked grin he pointed at my body.
"Dunno how," I grumbled. "How can you even hear me?"
The Master shrugged and looked vaguely in my direction. It seemed he couldn't see me. Not with his eyes at least.
"We're sort of connected, right now. The dream still ripples through our minds. And in your case... I guess you couldn't quite handle it. Humans work differently after all."
I sighed. "Can we do without insults until this is solved?"
"Sure." The Master laughed. "But then you also have to do without the truth."
I grunted again. This certainly was not going to be fun, but at least I wasn't alone.
"What happened there?" I wanted to know. "Were we dreaming?"
"Mhm... sort of." He tilted his head, contemplating his next words. "Your body is strained and your mind is wide open. That probably caused you to slip into my dream. Or maybe..." For a few moments he pondered. "Maybe the TARDIS also had her fingers in it."
A hum sailed through the air, vibrating deep within me. She didn't talk to me directly, but the message was clear. "Yeah, I think she helped. But how could I slip into your dream? I'm not telepathic. And I didn't even touch your skin."
"Can't you be quiet? I'm trying to think."
"'m just curious." I pouted. "You never explain much about the stuff."
The Master grunted and rolled his eyes. "First of all, humans can be psychic. Not much and everything about you is as untrained as it can get. That's the truth, not an insult." The smirk told a different story, but I decided not to comment on it. "As for skin contact - You can even have that through cloth." With that he lay a hand over my heart and immediately I felt a light, however sort of muffled, tingling. "And since you practically slept on me..."
