The Master and Yaz || Gentle Monster

Different Ways

"Would it kill you to give me some sort of explanation as to what the Doctor is getting and why it's so important to you." I sulked.

The empty stares the Master gave was torturing me. I needed to know what the Doctor was doing and mostly importantly, if it was putting her life in jeopardy.

I dug my nails into my palms as he gazed at me blankly, yet again. "I already told you. Babysitting." He said.

I gritted my teeth in frustration. "That's not an answer."

"Technically it is."

"Just tell me." I sighed.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you'll moan and panic and cr...."

"I won't cry." I said, dropping my head back. "However I will keep protesting until you give me a decent answer."

The Master hardened his glare to me in annoyance.
"Fine." He said through his teeth. "Your Doctor is getting a code from a Cyberman ship."

That wasn't enough. "A code for what?" I asked.

"A code for a weapon that could kill an entire planet with one single blast." He uttered solemnly.

"And is this what you plan to do?" I asked, hoping to not get the answer I was expecting. "Kill an entire planet?"

He tugged a smile of disappointment. As if he was somewhat saddened by my words.
I held his insufferable gaze as he crouched down to me.

His eyes squinted, like he was trying to solve a difficult puzzle. "Why aren't you afraid?" He murmured.

I edged my chin closer. "You're not as intimidating as you think, Master."

He let loose a laugh. "Shame." He sighed, and began searching for a weakness in my eyes.

He frowned. "Maybe you are scared, and you're just particularly good at hiding it."

I shrugged. "Nope. You just don't frighten me."

He a little grin pulled across his face. "I'll try to wear a more menacing outfit next time then."

"Well I'm hoping there won't be a next time." I said, rather bluntly.

Buried deep in his eyes, I saw a certain sadness underneath the facade. Underneath the prancing, mad anarchist that he performed to the world, I saw sorrow, and loneliness.

He rose up and walked over to his control panel, probably aware of that fact that I'd seen through him.

But I wished to know more. 'We went very different ways.' I remember the Doctor saying to me one time. She spoke rarely of the Master. I knew they had been friends once, but made them resent each other so much, I don't know.

"What happened to you and the Doctor?" I found myself saying. I wasn't really expecting an answer, I just wanted to see his reaction, above all else.

His face shifted into irritation. "You ask too many questions, you know that? And I've actually been quite nice and answered a lot of them."

"I know, I'm just interested about you and the Doctor."

"Why?"

I shrugged. It was partly curiosity, and partly me wanting to know if he was truly as bad as the world painted him.

"I think you're misunderstood." I said gently. "I think you're a bit lonely, like everyone...." I looked to him. "...like me."

His eyes softened a bit, letting the anger nudge off.

"The Doctor helped me escape that feeling of...of emptiness." I continued. "I think you need someone. But you don't know where to look. Or you did have someone, but they left you hanging." I smiled down to the floor. "I suppose that makes two of us."

The Master sat down slowly onto his chair, clasped his hands together and sighed low.

I had cracked him.