It's all AU.

The Master was sitting in the park with his back against a tree, whittling a small branch into a stake.

Jack had bought the coat, and the shirts and trousers and braces that had been neatly folded next to it, but he hadn't put them on yet.

He was sitting outside a cafe drinking a cup of coffee, the new clothes on the seat of the chair next to him and the coat draped over the back.

The door to the office was open, faint music playing from hidden speakers, tea with all the frills laid out on the table next to the window. Little knick-knacks and a handful of pictures scattered on the shelves among the books, a sleek, small computer on the desk, all the small details that he loved when setting a scene.

A stage waiting for the players to take their places and the game to begin.

He plucked a book from the shelf, one with a bookmark in it, and settled into one of the chairs to wait, fingers loosely curled around a tea-cup, to all appearences lost in his reading. Waiting for the ploy with Lucy to bear fruit.