Starcrossed (A Doctor Who Fanfiction) Book Two

The Master's Request

"Woah!" said Beatrice as she braced herself against the console of the Master's TARDIS. After confessing their feelings for each other he had given her the offer for her to travel with him again. Needless to say, she had accepted. 

They had been travelling for what she estimated was about a week and things had been relatively smooth. Beatrice was slightly astonished at the lack of trouble that they had faced. 

Well, that was with the exception of one coffee shop on Rigel 12 that had been blown up. Which MAY have partially been her fault. But they were being chased by Sontarans! How the heck else were they supposed to escape those stupid potato heads? Besides, she had hit the fire alarm so the bystanders got out.

Anyway, things had mostly been going alright up until now when the normally smoothly travelling TARDIS had decided to go a bit haywire and was now shaking like crazy, nearly throwing them around the console room.

"What's wrong?" she asked the Master who was doing his best to fix the TARDIS's flight. 

"I'm not entirely sure. But I'm going to land her so I can examine her better.  Hold on."

What do you think I'm doing? she thought to herself. Beatrice had noticed that both the Master and the Doctor referred to their TARDIS's as if they were people. When pressed the Master had explained that TARDIS's were in fact grown and sentient rather than being a normal machines.

They landed and the TARDIS stopped shaking.

"Well, that was quite the ride," said Beatrice letting go of the console. 

"Indeed," answered the Master. "Are you alright?" he inquired as he began to examine the console. Beatrice shrugged.

"Just a bit bumped up but I've had worse."

"My dear, do you think that you could pass me the toolbox?" he asked. Beatrice went over to one of the circles embedded in the wall and pressing a switch to open it. It turned out that the circles weren't just for aesthetic. They were a convenient place to store things like tools.

She handed him the box and sat on the stairs to watch him work. After a while, the Master got out from under the console and took a seat next to her on the stairs.

"Figure it out?" she asked him.

"Yes, it seemed the replacement flight circuit that I added in has short-circuited," he told her holding up a cylindrical device. 

"Can you get another one somewhere?"

"Yes, I can. Although I will need your help."

"Of course, what do we need to do?" she asked.

"Well, as I said the circuit that just died was a replacement for one that was stolen from the TARDIS a while back."

"How the hell did someone get into the TARDIS?" Beatrice asked him. 

"I was imprisoned and they managed to get a hold of and copy my TARDIS key. Of, course I escaped and got the keys back but not before they had stolen the flight circuit. Fortunately, I had an older spare I replaced it with. But now that it died I will need a new one."

"You're suggesting that we steal it back aren't you?" said Beatrice after a moment.

"Exactly," said the Master. Beatrice paused to think about it.

"How much damage will this heist cause?" she asked.

"If we are efficient about it not much. Anyway, the planet where the circuit is now will be destroyed soon by a Super Nova," his tone was casual as he said this. Clearly noticing the shock on her face he quickly added.

"And before you protest there isn't anything either of us can do to save the people on the planet. The destruction of Avalon and it's people is a fixed point in time."

"Which I take it means that if we interfered and saved them the space-time continuum could be destroyed?"

"Quite," the Master confirmed. They stood up.

"Well then, if we're going to be committing Grand Theft Flight Circuit, I'd better get into the appropriate outfit to fit in," Beatrice said with a smile.

"The planet is rather medieval in aesthetic. Think King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table," suggested the Master. 

"Got it," Beatrice told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before heading to the TARDIS closet.

She looked through it and found several different outfits from various time periods. Long Southern ballgowns, an 18th-century frock coat, and a black velvet coat with a high gold-trimmed collar and comically puffy shoulders that she hoped he wouldn't ever consider wearing. She much prefered his dapper James Bond-villain aesthetic.

Finally, she found a pretty dark purple dress with green undersleeves. She also chose flat shoes that fit the time period and would be easy to run in. Knowing the Master there was almost undoubtedly going to be some running.

After putting up her hair, making sure to use her handy lock picking hairpin, she headed back to the console room.

Author's Note: There's chapter one. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know what you think in the comments. As usual, I love feedback. Brownie points to anyone who caught the reference with the comical black velvet coat which the Anthony Ainley Master wears in the future. Thanks for reading! Until next time Whovians!