The Secret Timelord FINISHED

The Master

Alice's POV
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I sat in the room and waited. The brown haired man constantly checked on me. I just want my Doctor.

The door opened. The brown haired man came in and looked at me.

"Follow." he said.

I knew I probably should listen to him. He might kill me if I don't corporate. He led me into a small dining area. In the middle was a long mahogany table with loads of food on it. I quickly took the seat at the far end of the table, getting as far away as I could from the man.

"You're probably wondering why I've brought you here." he said.

I snorted. Probably?

"I need you as bait for your precious Doctor."

"Figured that out already, but why are you treating me this way?"

"What do you mean?"

I gestured to the food.

"You gave me proper living quarters and things to eat. Shouldn't you be torturing me?"

"You don't know?" he murmured.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, I just want you in perfect shape for the Doctor."

Grabbing some food and piling then on my plate I snapped,"Well I'm going to my room, goodnight."

He looked a little hurt at this comment but quickly said,"By the way Alice, my name is the Master."

I stiffened at this comment, but kept walking. That name sounded familiar, but where had I heard it?
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The Doctor's POV
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"Come on hurry!" I yelled to 11.

"I'm going as fast as I can!"

We had just enough time to trace where the call had come from on Alice's cell.

I sat down as a tear dropped from my eye, I quickly wiped it away. She was with the Master. She could be being tortured right now! It had already taken a few hours to lock on to the signal, but following it...

"Oi, sandshoes! We've got it locked on!" 11 shouted.

I stood up quickly, according to the TARDIS Alice was being kept in an abandoned building.

"I'm sorry to say it'll take a couple more hours, the signal is kind if scattered." 11 said apologetically.

I punched the wall and walked into the library. I saw Rachel crying on the couch, shopping bags by her feet. I sat next to her.

"Hey."

She looked up at me. Her face was red and tear-streaked. It broke my heart.

"What are all these shopping bags?" I asked, trying to cheer her up.

"A-Alice's s-stuff she b-bought. I th-thought it was the l-least I c-could do." she said crying even harder. Way to go Doctor.

"Hey, don't cry, please don't cry. I'm sure Alice is fine." I said, wiping away her tears.

The hard thing was trying to convince myself that she was fine. The Master could've killed her for all we know.

After a half an hour of comforting Rachel, I went to my room. There I laid on my bed and screamed into my pillow.

I could feel a few tears escape from my eyes. Why am I so upset?

Because Alice is special, a voice said in my head, you knew from the day you met her that she was different.