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: I wanted to post a chapter, although I feel like shit right now. My dad died yesterday and I'm still in shock somewhat. Stupid me... I wanted to visit him a week before, but couldn't because of work. I should have insisted on getting that weekend off... Now I couldn't even say goodbye.
I wrote that chapter before I knew about this, but it's still quite dark at some point. Don't mind me. I'm just here, in my lonely corner, grieving and writing nonsense... Life has nothing positive to offer for me, but maybe I can at least offer some entertainment for the handful of people who still read this.
Love y'all <3
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It had all happened so fast that I still had a hard time realising that this had actually been real, in a sense. And that after all this time of being assured that my mere species would be reason enough to never ever get any closer to me than a kiss and some hugs.
Aside from that, it was also not easy to wrap my head around the fact that I had actually slept with an alien, even though he didn't differ from humans in that regard. Not that I had noticed at least. His experience, though, showed clearly. Never had I been with someone before who knew so well what to do and when.
A smugness travelled through our connection that I could clearly identify as the Master's and it disrupted my comfy state and all other thoughts that ran through my head.
"Stop grinning," I mumbled against him, barely able to suppress a grin of my own.
"Definitely not. It's so well deserved." He giggled, idly drawing circles on my back with his finger. His other hand wandered under my chin to lift my head. "I think I did a pretty good job on you."
I glared at his stupid grin and laughed, poking his chest playfully. "Well, I'll give you that."
He dragged me up for a kiss, a slow and savouring one, but it managed to speed up my heartbeat nonetheless. Especially now that our minds were connected again and I could feel his essence wash over me like a cloud of smoke, wrapping my thoughts in an embrace that was warm and soothing, allowing me to fall without getting lost. It was an apology for what had happened in the bath, threads of his mind weaving itself into that memory and tenderly smoothing over them as if to heal a scratch. An apology without any words, but so much more effective. Because words are cheap and easily spoken.
"Damn, it's really not the same without," he breathed against my lips and I knew he meant the connection. The meaning vibrated through it as if someone had struck a chord.
"Yeah, can Image" I agreed, shamelessly snuggling up on him. "Definitely need more practice."
"Tons of it."
Our foreheads bumped together and we lay there for a while, doing nothing but enjoying the intertwinement, calm and without the need for anything else. I was sure we had never done that before, not like it was now at least. Without underlying intentions and unanswered questions. Only the here and now, a moment that could last for eternity.
