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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 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?"

"What do you think?" he counters after finishing it off, not exactly answering the right question. "You're the one who insists on keeping me. Bad move, really-- but what else could one expect from Torchwood?"

"There's something going on here that isn't normal Time Lord physiology," Rose protests. "I should know...I know a thing or two about Time Lords. So how about this... either you tell me whhat you need, or you die for the lack of it?"

She steps back and crosses her arms.

Under normal circumstances he'd be able to wait her out, perhaps even taunt her about how disappointed the Doctor would be to discover her killing-- and a fellow Time Lord, at that. But instead, all the Master can do is stare at that last sandwich fixedly. And after a few minutes pass, he breaks the silence.

"Give that to me," he says, his voice harsh and desperate.

She nods and steps forward to hand him the last sandwich.

"I can get more, if you give me a little time. I'll have one of my agents get them."

The Master doesn't answer, not right away, busy finishing off the final sandwich. He can feel his strength returning, knows it will take many more sandwiches at this rate before he'll have enough to break free.

"What is it you want?" he asks, sucking the last of the crumbs off his fingers. Perhaps if he can bargain with her...

She stepped back, watched him warily.

"I want to know who you are. Why you're here. What you want. How you know my name."

"Is that all?" The Master smiles widely. "Aren't you forgetting the more important things?"

"The Doctor," she said quietly. "Where is he?"

Ah, there's the meat of the matter. "Where he's always been. In the other universe." He tilts his head a little, watching her closely as he speaks.

"You asked me why I'm here. Don't you want to know how? And aren't you just dying to find out if I can do it again? Reunite you with your precious Doctor?"

"We have the means..." Rose began, about to tell him of the interdimensional cannon that was carrying her between worlds. But she stopped, unwilling to give him all the information on what they were working on.

"I saw how you came into this universe," she began again. "It wasn't pretty. And it wasn't something I'd want to try myself."

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