Author's Note: Set during The Year That Never Was...

It was fun having someone he could kill over and over again in a thousand different ways. It was certainly good for promoting fear among his ranks. And it was absolutely useful for testing new weapons. But none of those reasons were what kept him coming back to Jack's cell day after day.

After firing the gun, the Master sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. He stood, head back, arms at his side, waiting. He felt nothing at first, then, there. At the back of his mind, a faint tickling of his time senses. It grew stronger and stronger, and his breath became heavier and more labored, and his head spun and the universe shook and then-

Jack gasped back to life. The Master smiled. It felt so wrong, reality itself shuddering around this impossible man. It felt so good.