The Master Calls

Chapter 2

He frowned at her. She looked familiar, but he couldn't place where he had seen her before. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. The color didn't seem natural. Dyed blonde then. She had lovely whiskey colored eyes and was wearing way too much eye make-up. Her mouth was a bit wide, but those lips were full and plump. She was neither tall nor short and her face was looking a bit gaunt, as though she rarely ate three meals a day. But she held herself with confidence and authority and it was those traits that made her seem more impressive. Made her stand out of the crowd.

"Never mind who I am. The better question is where am I?" he shot back.

She raised a thick, but neatly trimmed eyebrow. "You don't know where you are? Then what are you doing here?"

He rolled his eyes as though she were the thickest person he had ever met. "You humans and you incessant questions. What, when, how, where, why? It gets quite tedious."

She didn't even bat an eyelid. "Alien?"

He scowled at her. "You're the alien to me."

"I'm human on the planet earth. This is my native homeland and people. You are the outsider and therefore the alien," she shot back, as though she were lecturing a child.

"I reiterate: you are the alien to ME."

She sighed. "Fine. I've stated that I am human. State your race."

He didn't like being ordered around and it was really bugging him that he knew her face but couldn't call up the memory of where he knew her from. "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" she asked back.

His scowl deepened. "I asked you first."

Her lips quirked, as though she were suppressing a smile. She was rather enjoying the banter. "I'm the one with the gun."

He raised his own questioning eyebrow. "You going to shoot me?"

"Annoy me enough and I might just," she replied sweetly.

Then the memory hit him. "Rose Tyler!" he all but shouted.

Her face became deadly serious. "How do you know who I am?"

He laughed out loud at finally having figured out who she was. "But you died in the Battle of Canary Wharf!"

"Did I now?" she replied blandly.

"Oh, yes," he said stalking along the window. "I read you file while I was trying to find the Doctor's weakness. Pity. You would have been fantastic to use as bait."

She stilled and he waited for some emotions to pour out of her. He was disappointed when her face became closed off. He was wrong about this one. She was a soldier. Not some pet of the Doctor's.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice a bit harder than earlier. He inwardly smiled to himself. Under all that façade, she still cared for the Doctor.

"I'm the Master," he said, standing his full height, which admittedly, wasn't much taller than her.

She looked back at him blankly. "He never mentioned you."

"What? Not even once?"

"Nope."

He literally pouted. "I'm the Master! How could he have not talked about me?"

"Maybe you're not that important."

His head snapped up and he glared at her. She was trying hard to suppress her grin, but failing miserably. Normally he would be infuriated by such a thing, but he found her rather fascinating.