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Season Four: Episode Seventeen:
The End of Time -Part Two of Part One.
Half there. Half not.
That's the first thing the Doctor thought when he finally saw the Master again. It was dark now, the sky blackened with night, silent with sleep. His foil stood across the dank old warehouse with missing parts in its roof and cluttered bits of metal strewn across its floor.
The Doctor barely noticed his surroundings, focused only on the man turned monster before him. Even from across the room, he could see the man wasn't right, that something in his very design was flawed in some dark, universe-affronting way.
He twitched the moment the Doctor stepped closer. Agitation spread across his face with each step the Doctor took, but the Doctor didn't care. He'd failed the Master once, more than once, and he wouldn't do it again. Regardless of the atrocities committed, the Doctor couldn't forget the boy who had been his first ever friend.
Lightning sparked from the Master's hands, coiling around his fingers and over his palms. The man twitched at the feeling, the ghost of his human skin shedding once again as he flung the bolts towards the Doctor.
Not one hit him. They were all directed to the side of him. The Doctor heard fire erupt behind him and briefly wondered what Lynnette would have done.
The Master rubbed his palms together this time, electricity crackling against his skin as he levelled the Doctor with a wild, feral look. The Doctor didn't hesitate. Neither did he.
The bolt did strike the Doctor this time. It ripped across his body, tearing his body and muscles apart as it landed in his heart, shredding them savagely. The Doctor couldn't even scream; all breath from his lungs had been stolen from him as he stared helplessly at the Master. Was this a mere display of power, or would he kill him this time?
Finally, after an eternity, the Mastre relinquished his attack. The Doctor stumbled. The Master caught him. His skin felt cool in the same way the Doctor's did. His fingers clutched the Doctor's side and back, digging into the flesh.
The Doctor shifted his head, his face only inches from the Master's. He'd forgotten how blue his eyes were. With a fierce glare, the Master stared at him, eyes burning with a thousand unspoken words, more than a thousand. So many words, so many that would be spoken, so many more that never would. They were too fractured for that.
As easily as he had caught him, the Master dropped him and moved away, standing to look down upon the Doctor who lay helplessly on the floor. The Doctor stared up at him, choking on his own breath.
