The Boss ~ Dhawan!Master x Clara Oswald
~ Okay so a while ago I had the idea of Clara travelling with Dhawan!Master. Or rather him travelling with her in her TARDIS. Just some fun. ~
Request: You do know that I’m going to have to request a Clara x Dhawan!Master fic now?? I have this idea that he couldn’t get back to his tardis after spyfall part 2 and has been hitchhiking for a bit. Maybe in return for a ride to his next stop he fixes the chameleon circuit in Clara’s tardis? But if you had another idea on how they’d cross paths I’d take anything at this point 😂 ( @theaussietimelord )
Warnings: None just some fun!
Clara had been travelling alone for a few days. Me said she had things to do, which Clara didn’t understand considering she had surely done everything in her extremely long life, right? Or not. She shrugged it off, sighing as she paced around, pursing her lips, clicking her tongue trying to fill the silence. Maybe a trip home? Yeah. Trip home.
Clara landed the TARDIS with ease. Luckily for her this TARDIS liked her, as much as it groaned with annoyance every time she’d take a trip, still running from her inevitable death. Clara would just say ‘next time’, which of course never came.
She patted down her clothing, her red dress reaching her knees as she wore a leather jacket on top. She went to walk towards the door, as there was a knock on it. She furrowed her brows, confused as to why someone would knock. The diner had a close sign up. She opened the door, revealing the restaurant on the other side, along with a very disheveled looking man. He was wearing a long purple jacket, reminding her of Eleven’s, with a deep blue shirt and checkered trousers. She folded her arms, raising a brow.
“Er, can I help you?” She inquired, looking at the man in confusion. He didn’t seem threatening. In fact, the look in his eyes felt familiar. The man in front of her slowly grinned, glancing behind her to see the inside of the TARDIS.
“Oh, I think you can.” He said almost menacingly, but Clara just furrowed her brows further, looking at him as if to say ‘okay....’ He stepped forwards as she glared, taking a step back cautiously.
“Okay, slightly menacing tone there.” She commented. “Do I know you?” She wondered, folding her arms. The man seemingly almost giggled with glee as he placed his hands on his hips.
“I’m offended. You don’t recognise me?” He raised a brow. “Clara Oswald.” She raised her brows at the mention of her name, suddenly becoming cautious and suspicious.
“Nope! Should I?” She asked, licking her lips anxiously.
“Oh come on.” He said exasperatedly. “Say something nice.” He told her, a small smirk on his lips as she finally understood. She looked surprised for a moment, before clearing her throat.
“Missy?” She looked confused, looking him up and down.
“Master.” He told her defiantly. “Call me Master.” She pulled a face.
“Bit pompous isn’t it?” She almost chuckled. “I mean, at least Missy was a name. Master?” She couldn’t help but chuckle, as the Master growled in annoyance. He’d forgotton how annoying she was. “Got a bit of a fetish do we?” She joked as he rolled his eyes in irritation.
“I forgot how unbearable you are.” He muttered as she gave him an amused glance.
“Right so, why are you here?” She asked, ensuring her body was in front of the entrance to her ship. “Planning to steal a TARDIS and run away? Joining the gang are you?”
“Planning to steal your TARDIS.” He told her. “And no. I’m not running away. That’s more the Doctors thing.”
“Speaking of... Have you seen him?” She asked, her walls falling down for a second.
“Her.” He informed Clara as she raised her brows in shock. “And yes, fairly recently actually.” He sounded annoyed.
“So, not friends then?” She questioned as he pulled a disgusted face. Clara rolled her eyes.
“Timelords. You’re all children having tantrums aren’t you?” She commented as he just stared at her frustrated. “Anyway, you aren’t getting my TARDIS. Not for sale I’m afraid.”
“Wasn’t planning on investing.” He stepped towards her, somehow towering over her. She glancing up at him, a stern look on her face.
“You know, you could just ask nicely.” She offered. “Manners go a long way y’know?”
“Not really my area of expertise.” He gritted his teeth, giving her a dark smile. “And I always get what I want.”
“How about a deal?” She raised her chin, keeping her eyes on his own. “I give you a ride, you fix my chameleon circuit. Deal?” The Master laughed lightly.
“I don’t take compromises.” He told her. She clicked her tongue, sighing as she turned away, going to go back inside.
“Well then, guess you’re staying here.” She told him as she began to walk away. He groaned as he reached out, grabbing her arm, spinning her back around.
“Fine.” He hissed. Clara eyed his tight grip on her arm as she narrowed her eyes. “We’ll do it your way. But I can’t promise I won’t kill you.” She rolled her eyes, pulling her arm away.
“Good luck with that.” She commented. “I’m already dead.” She turned away, leaving the Master confused as they entered her ship.
“What?” He asked, brows furrowed.
“Oh yeah, guess the Doctor hasn’t told you.” She closed the doors. “I died. But the Doctor went to Gallifrey, saved me. Kind of. He removed me from my death, leaving me in between heartbeats. He was in a lot of trouble.” She explained as she walked around the console. The Master listened intently. “So now, I travel the universe, just waiting for the day I decide to return to that moment in time.”
“Interesting.” The Master said genuinely, his eyes analysing her. “I knew the Doctor was a rebel but wow.” He breathed out, a smile on his face. “This is something else.”
“Yeah... Well..” Clara cleared her throat, shrugging. “He’d do it for anyone.” She pulled a lever, the TARDIS taking off, entering the vortex. “So, where to?”
That was 3 months ago. The Master stayed longer than he had planned. He needed to better his plan, he needed to figure out what his next move was. Of course, he didn’t tell Clara any of it. She’d only try to stop him, of course.
“I should start charging you rent.” Clara commented as she entered the console room. The Master narrowing his eyes at her. “You’re basically a squatter right now.”
“You invited me.”
“I had no choice.” She argued.
“I fixed your chameleon circuit didn’t I?” He raised a brow as she nodded slowly, pursing her lips.
“Did you sneak off somewhere last night?” Clara inquired, folding her arms. The Master faked shock and hurt.
“Why would you think that?” He gave her puppy dog eyes as she leant against the console.
“Because I found the handbrake off this morning, and I always put it on.” She told him, a small smirk on her face.
“It’s not a handbrake.” He muttered, stepping towards her.
“Hmmm...” She hummed as she traced the console with her finger, giving him a suspicious glare. “What if I told you, the TARDIS told me?” She offered as he scoffed.
“Don’t be stupid. You can’t communicate with the TARDIS. You’re not telepathic.” He folded his own arms.
“You’re right.” She nodded, before grabbing the screen, swinging it round to show him. “But she does know the human language.” She showed him the screen that said the words ‘The Master went out.’ The Master furrowed his brows, glaring at the machine as he swore under his breath. “What have I told you about going off without me?!” She exclaimed, talking down to him like he was a child.
“I’m not a child.” He argued. “Just be lucky I didn’t throw you out into a supernova and steal your ship.” He narrowed his eyes, as she raised a brow.
“Right that’s it.” She had enough. “You are grounded.” The Master looked annoyed, but slightly amused.
“You can’t ground me.” He told her. “Not even the Doctor could do that.”
“I’m not the Doctor.” She told her defiantly. “Now go to your room.” She ordered as he looked shocked her by strong tone.
“You can’t order me around! I’m the Master!” He exclaimed, anger flashing through his eyes as he met her gaze.
“Go. To. Your. Room.” Clara repeated, glaring at him, pointing towards the corridor. The Master growled, deciding to do as she said. She was the pilot after all. He marched past her, sulking as he disappeared from sight. Clara couldn’t help but smirk to herself.
She was in charge of this ship.
