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: Oh my, you're in for lots of fluff in the chapters to come. xD
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We had to walk more than once to get all the children to the TARDIS, since they didn't know the way and, especially the smaller ones, didn't dare to cross the darkness on their own.
On our last way back we stumbled upon the bartender, who was again busy wiping the table. He nodded a greeting towards us, but said no word about our company or made any other sign that he remembered what had happened to him. A few people started to pour into the saloon, finding their usual spots to enjoy a beer or more and when we reached the room with the portal there were the soft tunes of a merry song starting to squeeze their way through the building.
The noises vanished as we entered the darkness and I felt a small hand hastily grabbing mine. At least I wasn't the only one who was spooked by this place, even though I had sort of gotten used to it.
Now that all the children had gathered in the console room, scared, but curious, I had no idea how to proceed without the Doctor.
"Don't look at me," the Master grunted. "I'd just lock them all inside a cage and be done with them."
"You were the one suggesting to take them along in the first place," I retorted sourly. "Or were you really just hoping for some slaves?"
He pursed his lips, scowl dark and dangerous. But I was by far too tired and hungry to even consider being scared of him.
"You're an insolent little brat," he ground out. "Has anyone ever told you?"
"N-ho?" I laughed. "Come on. Don't make a scene and help me bring them somewhere safe."
"No." He folded his arms and stubbornly glanced sideways.
I sighed and stopped giggling. "Look, they'll probably dismantle the console or whatever if they stay in here."
"Then ask the bloody ship to get them a room."
"Yeah... mhm... good idea. You do that. I'm hellishly exhausted." I yawned widely, having reminded myself of my current state.
But the Master still didn't move, instead tapping a rhythm of four with his foot.
"Please?" I asked and then even added, "Master."
The smug look on his face vanished quickly, however and he continued tapping for a bit before he, reluctantly, spoke up.
"....doesn't listen to me."
"Who?" Confused, I blinked, getting more and more aware of my own exhaustion.
The Master grumbled, tapping some more as if he were nervous. In the end he let out an exasperated noise. "The TARDIS. She hasn't forgiven me for the paradox machine... don't think she ever will."
"'M pretty sure she'll help the children, though."
He didn't budge. His face as stubborn as ever and everything about his posture telling me that he wouldn't do anything at all to help me. I groaned, annoyed and also angry.
