Who: The Doctor (12) and the Master When: After this Where: 12's TARDIS Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
The TARDIS might have temporal grace circuits that would prevent him from killing that arrogant, Scottish sounding bastard, but it wouldn't be able to stop him from at least throttling the Doctor to the point of near regeneration. The Master paced back and forth in the empty room, growing more and more angry by the moment. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he muttered under his breath, feeling more angry at himself for actually falling into this trap in the first place. "Should've known better... shouldn't have been so willing to believe him. You'd think that I would've learned my lesson after all this time. The Doctor always lies!"
He angrily lashed with his foot out at the small pile of books that he'd read, sending them flying across the room and scattering them. "He can't keep me locked up in here forever. And when I get my hands on him..."