Crucial scene from my fan fiction, You Are Not Alone (fandom: Doctor Who, pairing: Doctor/Master). Basically the infamous “Rose Tyler, I-” scene from “Doomsday” adapted for “The End Of Time”. Major spoilers. Read at your own peril.
Okay, enjoy. ^_^
He had said goodbye to Martha, Jack, Sarah Jane, Wilf, and all the rest of his dear friends, but there was one more he had yet to see. And he was by far the most dear of all.
The Doctor stood in his TARDIS, anxiously waiting for the transmission to get through. He knew he didn’t have much time. The scars in the universe would be closing soon, and then his link inside the Time Lock would be gone forever. But not only that, the effects of the radiation were weighing heavily on his system. His body was urging him to regenerate, but he just couldn’t. Not yet.
An image appeared of a vast meadow with bright red grass set under a vibrant orange sky.
And in the middle of all those fiery hues, one point of dark, a man with bleach blonde hair wearing black battle garments, stood out.
“Doctor,” he said.
The Doctor swallowed. “Master.”
“I still like hearing that,” the blonde man smirked.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.” But he couldn’t help but smile. That was the Master-mad as ever.
“Where are you?” asked the Master, politely curious.
“Inside the TARDIS,” answered the Doctor. “The Time Lords, when they went back, it made a gap in the universe, just about to close. It takes a lot of power to send this projection. I’m in orbit around a supernova.”
“You’re burning up a sun…just to say goodbye?” asked the Master.
“Yes,” said the Doctor softly.
The Master looked genuinely touched for an instant, then quickly composed himself. “Sure you’re not inflicting harm on some innocent civilization with this little endeavor, Doctor?”
The Master expected some spiel from him about, “Oh, don’t worry, I did an extensive check to see if any population relied on this star, no harm done,” but instead, the other Time Lord only said:
“I don’t care.”
The Master’s hearts thumped in his chest. He cast his eyes down at his shoes.
“So where are you?” the Doctor changed the subject.
The Master smiled. “The big field. Behind the Academy.”
“No!” The Doctor laughed. “Really? Our meadow?”
“Hasn’t been ours in a long time, Doctor. But yes.”
They both shared far away, wistful looks, remembering the good times, before the drums, before Theta left, before…everything.
That reminded him. “And how’s the head?” asked the Doctor.
“Blissfully quiet,” replied the Master. “Destroying the white point star silenced those drums forever.”
The Doctor nodded. “Ah, well, good for you.”
Suddenly, the Master’s skin pulsed blue, and the Doctor caught a glimpse of his skeleton. “Blimey, there must be someone up there who can fix that,” he commented.
“I need to regenerate. I’ve just been putting it off, is all,” admitted the Master.
“Yeah,” said the Doctor, wincing slightly as the radiation poisoning ebbed at him. “I get that.”
“What’s the matter with you?” asked the Master, showing more concern than he meant to. “I saved you from Rassilon. Didn’t that defy your death prophecy?”
“Wilf…stuck in the Vinvocci booth. System was about to flood.”
“So as usual, you risked your own scrawny neck to save one of those stupid apes? Typical.” The Master shook his head. “Sentimental idiotic humanitarian.” He grinned.
The Doctor smiled back. “Morally apathetic jackanapes.”
The two men laughed. Then they quieted down.
“So, what now?” asked the Master.
The Doctor shrugged. “Regenerate, then it’s back to the same old life, I suppose. Last of the Time Lords…sort of.”
“On your own?”
The Doctor nodded.
The Master looked down. “I’m sorry…about before. What I said-”
“It’s alright,” said the Doctor quietly. “You don’t have to say it.”
The Master smiled sadly. “Oh, my dear Doctor…oh, but I do.”
The Doctor shivered.
“Traveling with you…it would’ve been my honor too. But my stupid pride got in the way. It’s what’s always caused this rift between us.”
“Hey, it wasn’t all on your part,” said the Doctor. “I wasn’t exactly the most understanding or forgiving that I could’ve been. We were both wrong. And I am sorry. For everything.”
The Master looked up slowly. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears.
“I love you,” he whispered.
The Doctor swallowed a lump in his throat. He tried to smile. “Quite right too, after stalking me all thoughout the cosmos for centuries.”
“Bastard,” the Master said, but was smiling.
“Watch yourself, Pot,” chuckled the Doctor. Then he took a deep breath. “And I suppose…if it’s my last chance to say it…Master…Koschei…”
I love you too.
The Master’s smiling, shining face was still watching him as the gap in the universe sealed, and the connection broke.
The Doctor raised a golden, gleaming hand to his cheek, which was damp. He smiled shakily, choking, letting the tears flow freely as he entered the first stages of regeneration.
I’m ready to go now.