"How'd you get this?" (Transverse if you want)
The Master gulped and opened his eyes. Dammit, he hadnโt to fall asleep, but the sun was so nice and bright, it made him drowsy. Especially because heโd had trouble sleeping since he came onto the Doctorโs TARDIS. Heโd always sneak around and try to catch some sleep when he knew the Doctor would definitely be asleep and not walk in on him. The reason why being he didnโt want to take his binder off around the Doctor. Ever. He hadnโt told the Doctor yet, didnโt know how, no matter how long they traveled together the Master still couldnโt open up.ย
The impromptuย โpicnicโ on this nice planet was quite relaxing, and after theyโd consumed their meal and leaned back to just bask in the sun the Master had dosed off. He couldnโt help it really, and he was fully clothed so there wasnโt any real danger. That was until he moved and his shirt slid up enough to expose a few inches of his lower abdomen and his scars. A few symmetrical incisions on each side of his stomach, not terribly obvious but visible enough to anyone looking. He felt the Doctorโs hand trace over them and he quickly pushed his shirt back down to cover them.ย
His mind raced, trying to think of possible excuses. How well did the Doctor know different surgeries and the scars they left? Could he get away with saying they were scars from a stabbing, despite being so symmetrical and professionally stitched up? His eyes evaded the Doctorโs as he tried to come up with a believable story, but his mind came up blank.ย โI...I had a surgery.โ He opted to say, hoping that would be enough and that the Doctor would leave it at that. Knowing him though, he probably wouldnโt.ย ย
