Disclaimer: As much as I would love having The Master's incredibly sexy self tied up in my basement for the rest of forever, I do not own Doctor Who or anything affiliated with it. Except in my head.

This fic is set between "Planet of the Dead" and "Waters of Mars". I love reviews! And the Master!

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She was sad.

She could feel his sadness, being connected to him as she was. He was always sad.

She stood vigilant through the course of the week. She could feel him not too far away, but not close enough to see.

The Judoon's forcefield would hold up for a few more days before it fell and spread the disease of radiation across the planet. They would be gone by then, she knew. She hadn't even gotten to touch the mind of the female Time Lord. She mourned that loss, and mourned for her friend.

After the week had passed, she gently reached out to his mind, the equivalent of a consoling embrace. He neither accepted nor pushed her away, simply sat next to the body of the one she knew now was called Jenny.

She didn't take information or read everyone's mind like Rose always thought she did. She only entered someone's thoughts if they allowed it. The Doctor had always permitted it, except for the year after the Time War. Back then, it was easy for him to drown alone in that worn leather jacket. Aside from then, she'd always known him.

She felt it when he finally stood from his seated position. He hadn't eaten or slept in seven Earth days. Time Lords could live longer without food or sleep than humans could, but seven days was when she started to get concerned. Then again, he had survived for almost two Earth weeks without food and rest after the Time War had ended.

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She felt his energy, when he finally brought the body of Jenny to her. He chose a comfortable room with a bed for her body, then found an empty one elsewhere and set to work. She watched without so much as a peep.

He stripped off unused pieces from her framework, which she really didn't mind. Bolts, wires, and metal sheets were given to his project, and she was more than happy to give. She watched him as he went, still without food or sleep. He worked for two days before he finished.

A metal coffin sat in the middle of the room. It was a monitoring system as well, one that would inform him the very instant that she woke up. In the meantime, she had a quiet place to sleep peacefully.

He placed Jenny in the coffin gently, ignoring her cold skin and ghost white face. The lid he had crafted held a window for him to see inside. He looked at her one last time, then turned and left the room. The coffin would preserve her, until her body regenerated.

She felt him re-enter the control room. He was silent, just as he had been for the last nine days. He began flipping switches here and there, not caring where he was going.

Those innocent people didn't have to die, he thought. Jenny didn't deserve to die. The hybrids didn't deserve the terrible suffering they endured at the hands of Jason Wright.

But the Judoon... He couldn't help thinking that they had deserved their deaths.

She softly whirred her agreement. It was almost time now. She quietly adjusted his directions and off they went. The red planet was where she must take him. It had to happen, it must happen.

She wondered if Jenny would recognize her father when she woke up.