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For Eileen <3<3

On a cold spring evening in Wiltshire, in the year 2011, a man falls to Earth.

Some children look up and think they see a shooting star that night. Adults, knowing that whatever it is is far too large, think it might be a comet or meteor. Or else they assume it's a trick of the eyes, an afterimage of a headlamp on the road. Some, oddly enough, think of angels. News reports are non-definitive.

Much like the film, the man isn't quite a 'man' at all-- not by the twenty-first century Earth definition, anyhow. He's alien, though it's only by the doubling of his pulses and the nature of his abrupt appearance in the first place that any human could tell.

Unlike the film, he isn't particularly concerned with saving his home world. Not anymore.

The Master lies very still for a long time, heedless of the fact he's crumpled up in the middle of an open field. He's fallen quite a distance, even for a Time Lord. And many of his injuries are much, much older than that. His clothes are little more than rags, torn to shreds and singed to the point of near purposelessness. If it's even possible, he's dirtier than ever. Exhausted. Parched. Hungry. So hungry.

Eventually it's the hunger that gets him up and keeps him moving. Feeling the click and slide of bones that are likely dislocated if not broken, the Master struggles to his feet, heaving and wincing in pain, his skin becoming momentarily translucent with the effort. He's in trouble, his energy stores dangerously low and his body in real danger of being ripped apart. But it's nothing a little snack won't fix. Taking a great whiff of the night air, he cracks a grin just short of sanity... and lets his nose lead him staggering through the darkness.

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She follows, gun still trained on him. From behind her there's the sound of her fellow agents running toward their location, and soon the bobbing lights of torches come into view.

The Master shoots a panicked look behind him as he realizes the 'team' has indeed arrived. Despite his efforts to up the pace, to try and lose this bitch, he knows he's slowing down, the blood loss and the difficulties of carrying on with only one heart wearing on him. But it doesn't stop him from trying.

Soon he's surrounded, lights bobbing all around him, making it impossible to see any details in the dark forms that draw in close.

"What happened, Rose?"

"He has some bio-electrical abilities, apparently..."

One of the figures kneels beside him, a syringe in hand. "Hold still," a voice says, male. "This won't hurt." And he moves in to administer the sedative.

He certainly won't hold still. The Master snarls, a cornered animal, and grapples with the new arrival. If he can just latch onto something, bare skin... he can make these disgusting apes regret ever once daring to try and restrain him.

The Master manages to get some bare skin on the agent's forearm, and he screamss, dropping the syringe.

"Move!" Rose's voice, and now she aims a different weapon at the writhing figure on the ground. She squeezes the trigger, firing a tranquilizer dart.

The Master's unbridled glee at the opportunity to burn into this man, both mind and flesh is powerful enough to nearly make him forget how hungry he is, how close he is to dying. But the triumph is cut short by the sharp, sudden sting in his veins. He sucks in a breath, releasing the agent's wrist and bringing a hand to his neck.

He's weak enough, and the sedative potent enough, that pulling out the dart is the last thing the Master manages to do before everything goes dark. The dart tumbles from his fingers and his body follows, collapsing onto the grass like a puppet with the strings cut.

The medical bay is equipped to handle enraged weevils, which for some reason are just as prevalent in this world as they are in Jack's. So the restraints that hold the Master down on the examination table are exceptionally strong. Rose stands over the Master as he wakes, looking tired, harried. She probably hasn't slept much lately.

The drums are pounding when he comes to, but that's nothing compared to the pain in the rest of his body. Whoever's been lucky enough to spirit him away this time apparently has enough knowledge of Time Lord anatomy to mend his outward wounds-- and how pleasant it is to feel two hearts beating again-- but they can't fix the rest. Nobody can. And so he feels, quite frankly, like utter shit. As if his body has decided to consume itself from the inside out.

He needs to eat something.

The Master blinks against the bright lights of the medical bay, instinctively trying to sit up and only then recognizing that he's actually strapped down. He looks up again, trying to pinpoint his captor... and then he smiles.

"Rose Tyler."

He's done it. He's managed to break his way into another universe. At least something's gone right.

[I've been meaning to ask, is the Meta-crisis Doctor skulking about in this time line?]

It hadn't been an easy task, repairing his wounds, but the doctor on Rose's team was particularly skilled, not to mention had some advanced alien medical tech at his fingertips. Rose didn't know what to expect when the man... confirmed Time Lord... came to.

But it wasn't that.

She blinks and shakes her head a little. "How do you know my name?"

[I figure he's done some sliding in time as well as space, so no, if that's okay?]

He gives her a measured look, as if calculating how far he can get. "Let me go and I'll tell you."

[No prob, I just figured I should know if he can sense a Doctor-like presence or not ;)]

She gives him an incredulous look and crosses her arms. "Pfft...how daft do you think I am?"

"Considering your all-consuming devotion to the Doctor, I'm not so sure you want me to answer that question." There's a wrenching somewhere deep inside, and the Master's small smile contorts into a grimace. Not really much time to fuck around, then.

"If you don't let me go, I'll die," he gasps. "He wouldn't want that."

"He wouldn't want me to die either." She lifted an eyebrow. "You certainly seemed ready to hurt me before, with that electrical thing you were doing with your hands."

She scanned the monitors that were keeping track of the Master's condition, and bit her lip.

"What do you need?"

He notes it, that moment of indecision brought on by mercy, and lets out a dark chuckle.

"Can't your 'crack team' figure it out with all their technology? I'm starving."

Rose's eyes narrowed at the monitors. The readings they were coming up with were so unusual and off the charts...

"What do you want to eat?"

The Master's dark eyes snap with impatience and greed. She still doesn't understand-- does she think he's just feeling a bit peckish? Wants to take his order?

"Yes. Anything, Rose Tyler, and make it quick."

Rose turned and went to the base kitchen, returning with several sandwiches that were intended as lunch for the team. She unwrapped one, held it to his lips.

He watches her movements, eyes on the sandwiches and unconsciously straining as the first is offered him. As soon as it's close enough the Master wastes no time in devouring it, snapping it up like a hungry dog. That he's eating far too quickly is an understatement; if Rose isn't careful, she may lose a finger.

When he's finished he licks his chops, desperately trying to lap up every last crumb. And then he raises an eyebrow.

"You're not planning to hand-feed me everything, I hope?"

Rose jerks her hand back as his teeth snap too close to hr flesh.

"You're not planning to hurt me if I undo your bonds, I hope?" she retorts.

The Master puts on an innocent face, though there is mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Hurt you? What sort of monster do you think I am?"

"I don't know what you are," she said as she held another sandwich to his lips. "I need some sort of assurance that you'll not hurt me, or any of my team."

He devours the next sandwich in the blink of an eye, smacking his lips in satisfaction before speaking.

"You know I'm a Time Lord. Like the Doctor." The Master smiles.

"You trust the Doctor, don't you?"

He decides not to bring up the member of her team he's already 'hurt'-- wouldn't do to remind her of that. Yet.

Sh thinks about it for a moment, then approaches and releases one of the straps binding his hands.

"That will do for now," she says, offering him another sandwich.

The Master snatches it out of her hand, watching her with wary eyes.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than these," he comments, and then tears into the next sandwich.

"I can see that," Rose said, holding out the next (and next to last) sandwich. "What do you have in mind?"

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Time passes...

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Oh notifs, where art thou?!??!

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