A.N. I'm back, I would really like to see some more reviews! Build up that stamina!

Why don't a lot of people like the Master? He's a cool dude. Misunderstood.

My type of dude.

Disclaimed.

Martha cracked her eyes open, a brand new day. Groaning she sat up, not after she tried to slap her apparently-not-on-the-TARDIS-cause-Martha-left-it-at-home alarm clock.

"Ugh," she sighed as she left the room.

"Hey," Jack greeted, he had dark circles under his eyes.

"What happened to you?" Martha asked.

"The Master decided to wake up, about midnight, I'm guessing because this 'age-reversing-a-day-thing' is painful, kept me and the Doctor up all night between heartbroken sobs, wails of pain, tears of anguish,"

"We got it!" Donna called back.

"You and Donna are sleepy heads," Jack finished.

"So did the Doctor tell you anything?" Martha asked.

"Well," Jack took a breath, "He said that instead of de-aging a day overnight it could grow faster. Like, maybe three days over night,"

"That sucks," Donna sat down at the console.

"And he was screaming since midnight?" Martha asked.

"Pretty much," Jack took a cup of coffee.

"Poor him," Donna sighed.

"You wouldn't think that way if you knew what he's done," Jack mumbled.

Donna raised an eyebrow.

"He enslaved humanity," Martha explained, "Killed one tenth of the population of Earth,"

"Wouldn't that be on the news, then?" Donna crossed her arms.

"The Doctor reversed time," Jack sighed.

The Doctor slowly opened his eyes, he must've fallen asleep from finishing with the Master.

He couldn't help but feel a little bit happy at the Master's current predicament, one, he's with him, so he's safe. Two, he's being deaged to a child, picture of innocence. How could he continue being a psychopath?

But that was selfish.

Looking down, the Doctor discovered that he was in the Master's makeshift 'room'. It had gray walls and a carpet floor, he was on a bed that was way to small for him, too.

Also, the Master had fallen asleep clutching his suit.

Smiling, the Doctor reached into his bigger-on-the-inside pockets and pulled out his camera, he still didn't need a phone, Martha's was fine.

He took a picture of the moment, smiling.

Blackmail.

A.N. Sorry if this is short, you know, I realized how much I've updated and just wanted to get this up to y'all!