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: It's almost Halloween again! Are you excited?!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I am... I always love this time. It's so full of magic and creepiness. 🧡🤎💛🤎🧡
And OH MY GOSH! The power of the Doctor... The dancing! I just loved every second of the Master. (Even though I think the whole episode was a mess regarding pacing and a lot of other stuff)
Also TW for sliiiiightly smutty stuff at the end. Hehehehehe
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I hadn't planned to see the Master this evening. I really hadn't. But my fletchling was nowhere to be found and I was worried it might have gotten lost somewhere in the labyrinthine depths of the TARDIS. After all, I myself could barely navigate her corridors without help. The rooms changed locations too often and I hadn't been able to discern a pattern in where they went, yet. Most of the time I found my way through instinct or with the golden paths the shop sometimes created to aid me. Which was often necessary when I wandered too far.
To my surprise, I ended up in front of the Master's door, cocking my head to the side in contemplation. With a bit of confused hesitation I knocked, waiting for an answer.
"What is it this time?" came the muffled - and thoroughly annoyed - response, right before the door swung open angrily. The Master glared outside, his eyes glued to a spot above me, before they wandered down, his look turning into surprise and maybe also relief? "Oh, thought it was the Doctor again."
"Uh... yeah, just me." What had happened between the two? I hoped the scene from this morning hadn't caused the Doctor to make trouble. As well meant as it might be. "I... actually Was looking for someone else, but the TARDIS..."
"Brought you here... again." The Master rolled his eyes and nodded inside, kicking some indiscernible object under the table, before flopping down on his chair to tinker with whatever. "I'm a bit busy. You can help. Or at least don't bother me."
I followed, looking around with raised eyebrows. The whole room was cluttered with what seemed to be junk at first glance. Bits and pieces and parts of different machines, screws, wires, blinking things and whatnot. Only his voice guided my attention away from the pile.
"Who were you even looking for?"
Before I could answer, there was a loud thud that made me jump and turn around, finding a small plant pot on top of a book pile. It looked quite heavy and was shivering lightly with the next loud thud. An indignant little squeak confirmed my suspicion.
"Guess I was looking for him," I mumbled, striding over to the pot.
"Him?" The Master didn't budge, not trying to help or stop me. "Did you find out the gender?"
"Nooo... but saying 'it' all the time feels weird. And he doesn't behave very feminine."
The Master chuckled. "Neither do you."
I paused, my hands already grabbing the pot. "Well... you have a point. But still..." I lifted the pot and almost dropped it when the little one smacked right into me, clawing into my clothes. I blinked down and smiled. "If you ever have a problem with being called he, you'll let me know, right, Kira?"
