Doctor Who: Returns Pt Three "If you're going to stay here you're going to have to be put to work. I don't allow stowaways, rule number
" He mumbled over the number that he'd long forgotten. "Weelll alright I did allow it just that once, but that doesn't count because I didn't know he was there! Yes and Donna that one time too, don't say anything!" The Doctor tried his best to sound intimidating and responsible. Despite his efforts, the bow tie above his bow legs negated any bit of 'responsible adult' he could possibly try to feign. "Look if I'm going to be trapped for all eternity with the man I hate most in the entire universe can't we at least do something interesting?" The Master pleaded unenthusiastically. "Can't we just
go back and kill Hitler or something?""Kill Hitler?! All of time and space and all anyone ever wants to do is kill Hitler! No! I need your help to work this out. You're the only one who can help me."
Doctor Who: Returns Pt Four The Master knelt trembling on the floor of the TARDIS. His hands clasped over his ears and his eyes tightly shut as he listened in a terrified desperation to the painful absence of those oh so familiar drums. All his life they'd plagued him like a virulent disease, spreading through his life and his mind like a cancer that consumed him in darkness and drove him away from his own people, and now, suddenly, they were gone and he longed for them, like a beast frightened by its sudden freedom longs for its cage. That dreaded sound of drums had left him terrified and alone. He felt the Doctor's hand on his shoulder but he didn't open his eyes. Instead, he reached up and cupped the Doctor's unfamiliar face in his hands and drew their foreheads together to share his silence. Pride forgotten in shock, he took some small comfort in the momentary touch of the Doctor's skin and mind and his