The Unexpected Hero

He travels in time and space, I blog about it

*Rubie's POV*

"Rubie? I'm heading out for a minute. Got some.. things I need to attend to," the Master told me with his head poked around the door to the lounge room.

I was sitting on the lounge waiting for him. It was supposed to be movie night, and the Master had promised me he'd be here to watch whatever I wanted. It had been three weeks since Lacey had "broken" the Doctor. Neither of us had heard from him since. Maybe that was where the Master was going? Well no matter where he was going I had no right to stop him.

"That's ok, have a nice evening," I couldn't look at him while I spoke, scared he'd see how much I didn't want him to leave. The Master was a nice enough person that if he saw what I was really feeling, he'd drop everything for me. I had to hide the damage.

"You too!" He yelled over his shouder as the door slammed closed behind him. I hope he locked it. Wouldn't want some random bursting in on me during my lonely movie night. Of all nights, Master, you had to choose this one!

I sigh, settle back onto the lounge and play the movie. Back to my good old boring life. Except there's no job to go to in the morning. What am I to do with my life now? Find another job?

The movie plays softly in the background while my thoughts trail out of control. I feel like I'm going through a breakup, without actually going through a breakup. Of course, the Master had to go and choose a night like this to disappear on me. I needed to do something that would make me forget feeling like this, all rejected and bitter.

As an idea comes to mind I slowly get up from the lounge to fetch my laptop. Maybe creating a blog will help distract me from all this emotional trauma. Sitting back down on the couch with one leg folded beneath me, I pull up the internet, staring blankly at the screen for a few moments, not really sure what to do. How to create a blog without using tumblr, because I felt that's far too cliche for the effect I'm aiming for.

With the help of Google and Youtube, before long I'm set up with a blog that I'm quite happy with. Who said I couldn't function without a certain time lord in my life? Hah!

I'm halfway through writing the first episode of my adventures with the Master, the Doctor and Lacey, and quite satisfied with how its turning out when the phone rings. Setting the laptop aside, mid sentence grr, I get to my feet, unfolding my leg from beneath me even as the dreaded pins and needles I've been avoiding all night set in.

I hop over to the phone, picking it up just before it would have gone to the answering machine.

"Hello?" I ask. Who the hell would call someone at ten pm at night, anyway?

"The disease is complete," speaks a conputerised voice. It sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place it. "The bad wolf will report for duty-" the voice continues and is then cut off. I am left standing there holding the phone in one hand, shocked, as the phone beeps intermittently every few seconds. I place it back down, mind still whirling with the possibilities. Who is this bad wolf? What does it mean by diseases?

Slowly I make my way back to the lounge, thoughts a million miles away. I sit down and pick up my laptop, trying futilely to focus on finishing off my blog before I go to bed, but my mind just isn't in the right place anymore. In fact, I think its time I got some quality sleep.

***

In my dream, I stand outside my body and watch the events unfold before me, unable to stop them and unable to interfere.

I am in a camp of some sort, tents stretch away as far as the eye can see, and probably further. People move from tent to tent silently, with purpose. They speak of a bad wolf, of a disease and it seems familiar to me yet I cannot place it. My mind when I am awake and when I am asleep are two completely different things. They do not communicate with one another. Ever.