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: Whoaaaaaaaaaaa, this story turns 2 years in a few days! WTF?I'm amazed that there are still a few readers left... Which makes me glad, cause - at times - it seems like escaping into this story is the only thing keeping me alive and sane. Fictional friends you can dream about are better than none, after all.Anyway... have some Master-Donna bickering, because it's fun xP
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We met more people and heard similar stories while the Master organised hot beverages and snacks here and there. At first only for himself, but after the Doctor grudgingly accepted that no real harm was done by it to anyone, the Master also got something for him and me. Not for Donna, though, which ended in yet another bickering fight.
"I will absolutely feed you to the first nasty monster we find," she shrieked. "And I hope it is a disgusting, slimy thing so your stupid neat suit gets dirty!"
"Pah! Before anything can even touch my clothes I'll have it burned and shredded with my laser," grumbled the Master.
"Well, maybe it would inspire you to be less business and more person."
"What, and run around so stupidly dressed like that one?" He thumped at the Doctor.
"No-hooo. You rather run around and pretend to be all superior. But really, you're just a brat."
"S'cuse me!? Who's yelling around here? And only because you didn't get your hot ghotgat."
"It looked like hot cocoa!"
"So?"
They glared at one another for a good minute before the Doctor finally decided to step in. He lightly grabbed Donna's wrist and nodded ahead so she would follow. And she, grudgingly, did. Not without throwing a last venomous glare at the Master, though.
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"Crap, crap, crap!" called the Doctor, running a hand through his hair and making a mess of them. His eyes were glued to the console monitor.
"What's going on?" asked Donna, worriedly. "You don't let us out of the room and are babbling stuff."
The Master visibly pressed his lips tightly together, obviously keeping himself from starting the next argument, or telling Donna how stupid she was. His gaze wandered to me and he rolled his eyes, nodding towards the other two.
