The Big Bad Wolf (Doctor Who FanFiction)

Chapter 5 - The Master

Chapter 5 - The Master

The monitor blinked off.

The Doctor locked his jaw, and stared at the monitor. He looked angry, confused, scared...

He quickly walked across the room, thrusts open the door, and leaves, not even bothering to close the door.

"Doctor? Doctor!"

I quickly run out of the TARDIS, making sure to close the door. I follow him all the way out of the Torchwood building, without him saying a single word. I fall instep behind the Doctor, while his trench coat flails in the wind. The sky was completely dark down, small white flakes falling out of the sky.

"Tell me what is going on," I demand. The thing I hate most is ignorance.

He ignores my request. He stares at the vacant space ahead of him, his face blank with concentration. I hate how he acts like this. He speculates he's some all mighty heroine whose problems are more important than others'. It infuriates me.

"Doctor!" I snap. "Do not ignore me!"

He abruptly stops, and I almost run into him. He stares down a me,"Karliah," he says in a deathly tone. "He's dead. He's supposed to be dead. Something is seriously wrong here."

"The Timeline," I mused, my voice edging to the point of song. "I told you. So, what are we going to do? Search for him? This is a whole planet we're talking about."

"A thousand miles starts with one step," he says, as he shoves his hands in his pockets. "Let's go searchin'."

And that is exactly what we did. We searched and searched, interrogated pedestrians. Explored shops. Examined buildings. But it seemed as if this mystery man had disappeared off of the face of this Earth. Where could he be hiding?

I leaned against the TARDIS door. I was completely exhausted. My legs felt like butter, my feet were sore, and my lungs kept receiving a sharp pain every so often. "Maybe he is not doing anything," I suggest. "He could just be regularly living his live."

"No, no. Not the Master. He's too power-hungry for that. He sees the human race as ants." He leans against a brick wall, and stares at a street lamp.

"Doctor, I am famished. Do you have any currency? I desire to purchase a refreshment."

"Money? I don't carry any. Never needed to."

I throw my hands up in the air,"Great. Haven't eaten in billions of years, but that's just fine!"

"Oh, just stop it," spats the Doctor.

"Stop what, exactly?"

"The whole 'I've been trapped for billions of years and you should pity me' thing."

I shrugged,"It's true." I wrapped my hand around the hilt of my blade.

"What are you doing...?" he asks slowly, quickly abandoning his position of leaning against a streetlamp.

"If I cannot purchase what I need, I will find some way else," I start walking towards the small gas station across the street.

"You're not thinking about... Threatening them are you?" He starts walking behind me.

"That is what I intend to do," I said candidly. I wrap my hand around the door handle, but the Doctor grabs my shoulder.

"Don't," he warns.

"Then what do you suggest I do?"

He shrugs,"Maybe they won't miss a thing or two.." He gives me a look.