The Master

“I’m afraid it’s too late for you, then.  It’s too late for any of us.”

“You’re telling yourself that little lie now.” Martha clicked her tongue, still in mild disbelief that she had to stay in the same room as him till the Doctor came to fetch him. “I’ve never needed or wanted you. In fact the only reason you’re not regenerating right now is because the Doctor would hate that I tried to kill one of his beloved frenemies.” Catching up on paperwork in the binder in her lap. Propped up on her knee. Her legs crossed and the foot in the air was tapping–it was a nervous tick of her’s. 

“That’s adorable.’ The Master mused as he leaned against the console, his eyes focused on the woman across from him.  There’s a little click of his tongue as he nods his head. “Though you’re right. The Doctor does love me.  And what a charming boyfriend he can be...’ He hummed softly as he folded his arms over his chest. Evidently he’s rather enjoying getting under the companions skin. “Do you think he has the abilty to love you the same way you love him? He notices, trust me. He just does’nt react. Every single one of you are like...vapor. One moment you’re there and the next you’re gone and replaced by a tin dog.” 

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“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “Is that pee? Did you wet the bed?” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “Let’s get you bad to bed, bud.” “I had a bad dream.” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “I used to have nightmares, too.” “C’mere. Why don’t you talk to me about it? That always made me feel better.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “Shh, shh, shh.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “It’s okay, it’s okay.” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I hate bad dreams.” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”

“perfectly friendly, trust me.”