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: Here we go... more angst, fluff, feelings™ and "I don't even know what this is, but I hope you will love it anyway"! Have fun!
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"So, what are we gonna..." I turned and froze, again confused.
The Master sat there, cross legged and with both hands over his head. He was bowed down so deep he almost touched his legs.
"Are you alright?" I asked once again and touched his arm.
Immediately his head snapped up, eyes wide. Hastily he crawled back a few inches, then stopped abruptly as if he remembered where he and who I was. A heavy and shaky breath found its way out of his lungs and he shook his head, groaning.
"Not good," he muttered, burying his face in his hands again. "Resonance. Frequency. Not good. Never good. Should have known."
"Hey, what is it?" I started to worry. Had all that energy done something to him?
"Too much of a strain," came the answer, pressed out between laboured breaths. "Cracked my barriers, 'n now they're... loud. Ugh... so loud... it huuurts."
Carefully I inched a little closer. "Can I help?"
"Stay away," he muttered. "Don't..." He groaned and sunk together even more. "Don't want to hurt you. Stay away."
"Hey, don't be daft. There has to be-"
He shot forwards. A hand forcefully closed itself around my throat and I found myself staring into the hazel depths of evil itself, feral and raw and so full of pain that it was no wonder he was driven mad by it. A grin split his lips, or was it a snarl? When he spoke, his voice was barely audible.
"I could just snap your neck like nothing," he said through clenched teeth. "It's so... so hard not to kill you."
The Master's fingers squeezed my throat even more, still barely enough to cut my air off, but in a way that hurt nonetheless. He pinched his eyes shut and let go, once more hiding his head under both arms.
"Stay away," came his muffled voice. "Please. I don't want... can't..."
It took a few controlled breaths to calm my racing heart.
"Alright," I mumbled and got to my feet, perplexed by his plea. It still hurt where he had gripped me, but I understood that it had been a mere warning. Not a threat.
Someone really has to do something about those drums, I thought absently.
The surroundings didn't give much information about where we even had ended up. Not that I would know anyway, but after some minutes of wandering there was no sign of the burial ground. The horse also hadn't been teleported with us. There was only rock and pebbles and a few thorny shrubs that grew out of tiny gaps. Not even enough to light a fire.
And all of it illuminated by the eerie light of the blue moon.
I kept wandering for a bit, careful not to lose the starting point out of sight. Moving was better than standing still because the temperatures had dropped quite a bit. My thin clothes were now nearly useless and I kept searching for something to burn. Without any success.
