My Fair Nyssa

Not The Kind of Reunion

Not The Kind of Reunion

"Um," he said, "hello!"

Nyssa turned around at those words and slowly stepped backwardly away from her tormenter whilst shooting him that ice-cold glare that he was afraid of: "Hello?" she said through her teeth working her way slowly to a basic clay pot. Taking a deep breath, she closed her fingers around the body and picked it up: "HELLO!" she yelled throwing it at him, he flinched as some clay wound up on the top of his velvet shoulder, before he had time to clean himself up she picked up another and threw that at him: "HELLO!" she shouted again emphasising the o with a third smashed pot in his direction. "HOW!" smash, "DARE!" crash, "YOU!" clonk! That last sound caught the Master off guard as Nyssa picked up a very nice looking glass object ... "YOU!" she was about to throw that too but the Master lunged at her wrist and managed to wrestle it out of her hand before she could. It did not stop her stride though as, with her free hand, Nyssa picked up another clay thing and smashed it on top of his head! The Master buckled but he had managed to save the only beautiful object (Nyssa aside) in this mud hut: "KILLED!" she kicked his shins as he had grabbed her other wrist to stop her from throwing things at him as well as not to land in a heap on the floor: "MY FATHER!" The Master held her wrists gently whilst they clenched around them he pulled her down on the floor and just as the Master thought she was subdued she bent her head and dug her teeth in deep inside his flesh, causing him to release her grip enough for her to break a clay plate. Nyssa picked a particularly lethal looking shard and brandished it as a weapon: "MY PLANET!" she continued yelling. Now the Master tried to stand up but she was not to let that happen with a snarl she aimed for his groin with her knee as her hands held his shoulders down: "and you have the audacity to behave like none of it happened?" she sneered in his ear as she now gazed into his eyes before pushing him on the floor with one last act of contempt as she spat in his face before standing on his abdomen waving his TCE in his face, "and this," she hissed, "is trash!" she exclaimed making him watch as she threw it at the far wall - a few sparks of electricity sizzled and flashed as it landed on the floor. "Now lets see how big you really are!" she smirked.

Stepping on the Master's body she walked over him digging her heel where she knew it would cause the most pain to pick up the mangled TCE and walked up to a very stunned Time Lord, "At least this can be fixed!" she hissed as she threw the mangled corpse of a weapon, by his side. Exhausted, Nyssa collapsed on the floor next to his quivering body and stared around the dust and debris surrounding her: "Why did you come?" she sobbed. "Why can you not leave me alone!"

The Master rolled his eyes - being kind was not in his nature but he understood that if he was his usual self more of her meagre supplies would be flung at him - at least she shoots straighter than a Dalek, he thought. Once he realised the crockery storm was over he rolled onto his side, mourned the loss of his TCE and turned towards the sobbing young woman. Helping himself up he stood up to observe where Nyssa was living. Closing his eyes he felt something - no, someone. Why would ... not that he was certain but the initial gut reaction made him realise why he had to deal with this rather than the Doctor. Gazing at the sobbing girl amongst the shattered remains of the very few items she held in this galaxy the Master actually felt a small pang of pity well up inside him. Steadily, with confidence the Master stepped around her and, with a sigh, he decided he was not going to leave until Nyssa: Formerly of Traken, daughter of Tremas, probably would have been a Keeper; had much better than this! With a cough the Master hitched up his trousers, bent down and, disdainfully picked up some of the shattered pieces and tossed them aside with another roll of the eyes: Remember, be kind! "My TARDIS told me you were in trouble," he said truthfully.

"I'm supposed to believe that," she sniffed.

"My TARDIS likes you, apparently," the Master said with a grin.