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The Master | Doctor Who | OTA
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She actually killed him. Literally stabbed him in the back. The Master's admittedly having a hard time wrapping his mind around it, the thought of what amounts to self-murder. Not that he's quite dead yet, but he can feel it coming, artron energy bleeding around the edges, the built-up pressure of a regeneration on the verge of existence. It's much too much like that other time not so long ago, and he doesn't like it.
He doesn't even know where his TARDIS has landed, or when. Doesn't know where he's going when he stumbles out into the street. It's raining hard and there are a couple of slips and near misses before the Master finally goes down, clutching his lower back and gasping for breath.
His TARDIS brought him here and he doesn't know why. At least not until he senses someone who's all too familiar, all too close. Even bleeding out in a downpour he can smell the Doctor from miles away.
"Traitor," he mutters to his TARDIS, with a little smile on his face nonetheless. Or maybe it's a grimace.