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"Jack, stop." The Doctor said, pushing the gun away from the blonde man's head with one finger and putting his sonic away. The american was fuming. "What is he doing here?" He asked, not slipping his gun back into its holster. "'He' is drinking water at a cafe with an old friend." The Master answered, standing and facing the new man. "And who are YOU?" "Jack, put your gun away." The Doctor demanded, "Just because you're in Torchwood doesn't mean you can flaunt it." "Cap'n Jack Harkness, of Torchwood 3." Jack growled, holstering his gun and crossing his arms. "Doctor, why is he here?" "He needed help, and knew I was the only one who could

Rose dissapeared, and The Doctor felt salty drops slide down his cheeks and curled tighter in his blanket. He doesn't sleep often; but when he does, he either dreams about his late companion, or about the other man that is currently inhabiting his travelling home. Feeling the soft material form around his face, he sighed slowly. He couldn't lay around in his self-pity forever. 'Well, at least for today' he thought. He spun himself tighter in his blanket, not wanting to get up and face the day. Suddenly, he felt eyes on him, and looked up at the man leaning against the door frame. "Doctor." he said calmly, resting his head against the frame a

The blonde man slowly removed his hood, revealing his messy locks and his worry lines. His eyes were aged and sad. The Doctor looked him up and down, trying to decide what to say or do. Yes, he did wonder what had happened to him, and had a smidge of worry, but this was his enemy. He had tried to kill him. He was still ready to hop back into the TARDIS and take off at a moment's notice. "Master?" He said wearily. The other man looked up to meet his eyes. The Doctor was hit with immediate depression. Sadness and woes flowed through him; it knocked him off his balance. Once he regained his mind back, he looked back at the darker man, making su

 "...did I really just phase out?" The Timelord thought. "I was about to say the most important words in centuries, and you lost the signal?" he muttered out loud towards the TARDIS. She hummed, trying to comfort her owner, seemingly apologetic. The Doctor patted her console. "I know, I know. You couldn't hold it long." He held back tears. Timelords don't cry. He set coordinates for Cardiff to refuel his loving ship. She did her best; maybe he'd even see Jack, as he seemed to pop up at times like these. He slowly made his way towards the hallway, dragging his feet. He muttered, "Thanks" when he noticed his old girl had moved his favorite be