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Assistant: Title: A Cosmos Without The Doctor
        Author: Ren_Saxon Ren_Saxon 
        Chapter: 1/13 
        Summary: The Master hid himself from the war but when he finally returns to himself, he has to face a cosmos without the Timelords,without Gallifrey, without the Doctor. So how will he cope, being the last of the Timelords? ¦ A tiny little bit AU, as you may have noticed
        Contents: Chapter 1: Ticking
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Tick Tock  The really weird thing, it struck him, was how time just continued ticking. Of course time didn’t really tick, he knew that now (known that always). But it didn’t stand still, either, it just kept on running, flowing and prickling around him. He could feel it back in his consciousness, could feel it flow through his veins, so alive and wild and untamed.  Tick TockHe hadn’t expected it to stop, of course. He was a Timelord, he knew it never would. Except when it did. But it was weird. Getting your mind back, returning back to your rightful space, returning to your correct timeline just to find out it continued without you and always would.
  Tick Tock
It was about then, he noticed the silence. Creeping up on him. Outside, there was nothing but the mocking tick of the clock, inside terrible, terrible silence, quieter than everything he’s ever known. He took a deep breath, scared of what he would find, should he start looking for it. But surely they wouldn’t be… surely one simple, tiny little war wouldn’t condemn him to eternal silence, wouldn’t leave him alone in the ruins of his people?  Tick Tock  He was doing the only sensible thing, the only thing his worrying, searching mind knew to do in hours of distress. He opened his mind, blocked the ticking out, but embraced the feeling of time all around him. He let his mind wander, wander through the vortex, through all cosmos, looking for the one mind he would always, always find, no matter how far away, as long as it existed. The Master held his breath while he felt his way through the silence. He still held his breath when there was nothing but silence as an answer. He decided to never, ever breathe again, as soon as he realized, the Doctor wasn’t going to answer him. And when he breathed, he started condemning, silently cursing his own betraying body, his bl@@dy need for air, his constant craving for survival. Where had it brought him? Into a cosmos without the Timelords, without Gallifrey, without The Doctor…
  Tick Tock
He took another deep breath. This was getting out of hand. He was The Master, he wouldn’t succumb to dramatics and… grief. He wouldn’t even admit grief. Usually. But he was ready to admit that a few centuries hiding himself away as a sentimental human being might have gotten him a tad out of practise in being the Master of his own feelings. Another breath. Alright, he decided. He would survive. He would find a way out of this, a nice little planet to rule and then find a way to bend all time and space to get the Doctor back. Or to conquer the universe. He hadn’t quite decided on that yet.
  TickTockTickTock TickTockTickTock
Yes, probably it would be that conquering of the universe-thingy. If he was being honest, the Doctor had only ever been in his way. That’s where his obsession with the other Timelord had come from in the first place, hadn’t it? Besides… He could still go and bring him back, after the universe was his. Something to lay at his feet, when he finally had it all. Something to show the Doctor, how useless he was dead and that he should never, not ever, dare to die again. He rather liked that plan. And so the Master stepped out oft hat little bedroom the professor had lived in. He stepped out of the life of hundreds of people that relied on Yana, an invention, a person that never really had existed. He stepped out of his role, the guilt, the grief, the hurt, out of everything his time as a human had brought back into his life. He would be a Master once again, because that boy that cried over an heartbreak, he would be gone forever and there was no way he would ever let him live again.And so the Master found his TARDIS, sleeping for centuries, dusty and quietly humming in a corner, unnoticed disguised as a storeroom no one could ever have entered. He entered, the Master of them all, as it was his right, he stepped to the console, glad to find back into his old self again, to be the one in control. He didn’t even notice, not for a very long time, that the fob watch in his hand was smashed and couldn’t be the source of the steady ticking beat he heard.
  TickTockTickTock TickTockTickTock'
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