And Then... There Was Silence.

AN: Written to illustrate a roleplay version of the Master. A version in which he somehow survives through the End of Time, but because of some event or other comes out the other end without the drums. And thus, without a TARDIS of his own, is somewhat forced to travel with the Doctor if he wants to travel at all. Drabbles aren't in any particular order.

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Flesh and Stone
The Doctor... was currently in the process of being ravished by his assistant. Amy Pond, once upon a time Amelia Pond. And the Master was leaning against the TARDIS, smirking and taking it all in.

"Oi, you- aren't you - won't you - Amy, no, stop, you don't want this - I thought you were... and are you going to just stand there watching, or something?"

Finally, Pond realised - or perhaps remembered - that there was a third member of their party. Shame.

"Oh, yes. Do you know, I haven't seen the Doctor this flustered in, oh, a long, long time? Don't mind me, please - I'm just enjoying the view!"

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Eleventh Hour
-And with one last fizzle and pop and bang!, the sonic screwdriver was no more. While the Doctor bemoaned the loss of his glorified lockpick, the Master meanwhile simply stared, wondering at his stupidity.

"That was the only piece of alien technology on the planet that we could actually use right now, and you've just blown it up?"

"Not on purpose!" said the Doctor, immediately defensive and taken aback. "Besides, didn't you have that laser thingy of yours?"

"No... it's hardly as though I was resurrected with a laser screwdriver in my pocket!" he said, sarcasm dripping from his every word.

"It was just an idea!"

"A bad one, Doctor. Just like your last one."

"Oh, stop worrying so much. I'm thinking up a plan."

"A plan? Doctor, you had a sonic screwdriver!"

Suddenly, the Doctor turned around to face the Master, holding up a finger in front of his face in a semi-threatening, but almost confused, manner.

"Remind me again why you're even here, and why you're helping me."

"Because you got us stuck here, and with your TARDIS - the only TARDIS in existence - not properly functional yet even, I'm stuck here just as much as you are until this has all blown over!"

"...Oh. Yes. Well, I suppose there is that..."

A few meters away, Rory leaned over to speak to Amy as the Doctor started walking purposefully off in a certain direction.

"...you never mentioned the other crazy guy in any of your stories."

"Well that's because I never saw the other crazy guy! I mean, maybe he knocked his head or something when the thing went sideways - I don't know. How should I know?"

"I can hear you!" Called back the Master cheerfully, not breaking his stride as he followed casually after the Doctor. Rory and Amy shared a look, and set off to do the same.

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The Beast Below
"...and then I'll have to find a new name for myself. Because I won't be the Doctor any more."

The Master scoffed. "Oh, for goodness' sake - if you're being that dramatic about it, then you could let me."

He was promptly shot down by a sharp, cold and angry look from the Doctor.

"No. No, I won't let you anywhere near this. I let you travel with me, but at the very least, this deserves to be done with compassion. Something I somehow doubt you understand quite yet. So if you don't mind, I think I'll decline on that offer."

"Be like that, then."

"Don't worry - I will."

There was a short, terse pause.

"...Doctor!" And there went Amelia. "I think I know what to do. Stop - stop, now!"

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AN: Please bear in mind that I didn't have scripts for any of these. So the actual lines of some of the characters might be very, very off. I'll probably be posting more of these up as I come up with them.