Starcrossed (A Doctor Who Fanfiction) Book Two

Relaxing

Once the TARDIS had dematerialized and was a safe distance from Avalon the Master and Beatrice were able to relax slightly. The TARDIS recall button was completely useless now as all of its energy had been expended. It was completely fried.

"What will happen to Avalon after it is destroyed?" asked Beatrice looking concerned. The Master turned to look at her. Beatrice's hair had fallen out of the elegant style she had put it in and the hem of her skirt was ripped. 

"As I recall the planet will eventually reform. The species that will come to inhabit will make quite a few scientific contributions to time travel in later years." 

"Well, I suppose it isn't all doom and gloom," she said with a small smile.

"No, I suppose it's not," the Master didn't particularly care about Avalon or it's people but he still found Beatrice's ability to feel compassion for complete strangers and her optimism to be rather endearing. 

"I'd better get out of this ridiculous dress before I trip over it again," she said good-naturedly.  

"Yes, that might be a good idea," agreed the Master. "I'll start installing the circuit." Beatrice left the console room and the Master immediately began connecting the new circuit to the console. It was fairly simple and didn't take long. Once he had installed it and the TARDIS had resumed it's smooth flight pattern he made his way to the TARDIS living room.

It was a rather small room compared to the size of many of the other areas in his TARDIS. However, it was by far one of the most comfortable. It had two dark purple velvet armchairs and a matching couch with soft gold pillows.

He had a small gas fireplace which he turned on as well as a couple lamps, before picking up the book he had been reading earlier and settling down to read.

He hadn't been reading for long before he heard familiar footsteps. He looked up to see Beatrice enter. Her red hair was now hanging down loosely and she wore a simple knee-length black dress and flats. He was pleased to see she was also wearing the sapphire blue shawl he had given her.

"May I join you?" she asked.

"Of course my dear," he said giving her a soft smile which she returned as she moved to sit next to him. 

"That was quite a clever trick you pulled with the key," he told her.

"Thank you, although if we could not  cut it so close next time it would be appreciated." 

"I'll do my best to be quicker next time we're being chased by medieval aliens with electric swords," he replied dryly. She curled up next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I have to go back tomorrow. UNIT only gave me a few weeks off for recovery. And I suppose you have some drastic take-over-the-world scheme to work on." Her tone was slightly teasing.

"I do have a few idea's," he said as he wrapped an arm around her. She gave a small laugh.

"Whatever shall we do?" she asked the humour evident in her voice.

"I'm sure the Doctor will come up with some hairbrained idea," he replied.

"I'm sure that he will, you don't really want him dead do you?" she asked quietly.

The Master paused. Once again Beatrice was displaying her unusually high level of perception. Though he had tried to kill the Doctor on many occasions, there was a part of him that always expected the Doctor to find a way out. After all, they had been friends once. 

"The universe would be an infinitely less interesting place without him," he finally admitted. 

"Indeed it would. It's like you're two sides of the same coin. So similar yet so different," Beatrice said. 

"I suppose that is one way of putting it," conceded the Master. He didn't trust people easily. But when it came to Beatrice, he could not help but feel as if he could trust her. She seemed to understand him in a way few others did.

"What is it that you are reading?" asked Beatrice looking at the cover of the book in the Master's hand. 

"A Gallifreyan book of poetry," he answered.

"Could you read some to me?" she asked.

"You won't be able to understand it. The TARDIS doesn't translate Gallifreyan," the Master pointed out raising an eyebrow.

"I know," she said shrugging as she looked up at him with those beautiful hazel eyes. "But it's still interesting to hear you speak your native language." The Master gave her a fond look and began to read, gently stroking her hair as he did so. He heard her give a small sigh of contentment.

After he had been reading for a while he looked down at her to see that her eyes were closed. She had a small smile on her face as she slept. Though he wasn't normally one for physical contact, he found he didn't mind with her.

Beatrice really did astonish him. She cared for him despite knowing the potential dangers of their situation and that their relationship was doomed in the end. He recalled her words from the day they confessed how they felt for each other.

"Sometimes it's better to have something for a while than not at all."

He found he was rather inclined to agree with her. 

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The next day the pair of them stood in her living room where the TARDIS had materialized. She was preparing to leave. Taking a step forward she took his hands.

"I assume that I'll see you soon," she said.

"I'm sure you will, especially given your talent for getting into trouble," he replied giving her a small smile that he reserved for her. Instead of immediately answering Beatrice leaned up and kissed him gently. After a moment she pulled away.

"Until next time. I would say stay out of trouble but I feel that would be slightly hypocritical and rather pointless."

"Probably," he agreed. With a final wave, she left for work. The Master watched her go before heading back inside his TARDIS.

He enjoyed spending time with Beatrice, but he did have a plan to put into action.

Author's Note: Well, here is another chapter. I hope everyone is enjoying the book so far. I would love to know what you think so please like and COMMENT.  Thanks for reading! Until next time Whovians!