“You promised me!” The Doctor shouts, taking a step closer to The Master, making him take an answering step back “You promised me they would be safe!”
Her hair is a mess, sticking up every which way, the wind on the hill blowing it all around as if controlled by her fury. There were tears in her eyes, but her face was a mask of anger.
“I trusted you!” she shoves him hard, making him stumble backwards. “And you’re nothing but a lying bastard!”
She punctuates the last two words with blows, lashing out with her fists, pounding them against his chest. The Master raises his hands and places them on her upper arms, trying to quell her anger but it only worsens it.
“Don’t touch me!” She shrieks throwing her arms up to dislodge his hold on her. “Don’t you dare!”
She slides her hands back though her hair, taking a small step back and leaning forward slightly as her breath hitches in her chest, a stifled sob.
“Doctor,” The Master begins, taken aback by this outburst. He reaches out to place a hand on her back but the moment he makes contact she jerks away snarling, her nose scrunching up, a single tear tracing its path down her cheek.
He barely gets the words out before she lunges at him, her hands shoving his shoulders so roughly that he almost falls over. His back slams against a stone behind him as she continues her assault, and he does the only thing he can think to do.
The Master wraps his arms around The Doctors slender figure, pulling her to his chest. Her elbows come to rest on his sternum and she struggles back, pounding her fists into his chest, screaming obscenities at him.
He makes soothing sounds, humming old long forgotten songs, ones that he knew would remind her of their childhood on Gallifrey, long before any of this occurred, before she ran away, before they knew of the existence of the Cyberman or what they would one day do, before he turned on her. After a few moments, her moments begin to slow, the fight beginning to go out of her as her grief finally took over.
“I trusted you,” She manages, slowly rising a fist up before slamming it down again. Tears were now running down her face freely and her breath was coming in rasps. “I trusted you, and now- and now, they’re dead,”
On the last word she gives in entirely, finally leaning in against the chest of her oldest friend in the universe, clutching his shirt in her fists. He holds her close, her body seeming so small and fragile in his strong embrace, her sobs swallowed by the wind whipping across the landscape around them and the fabric of his shirt.
The Master had never seen her like this before, completely overcome with emotion, entirely vulnerable, so broken she accepted his gesture of comfort, leaving herself at his mercy. All this time he had thought that The Doctors companions were little more than pets, someone to show off to, to impress, simple beings there only to bolster an old timelords ego, but now, he wasn’t so sure.
“Im so sorry,” He whispers, rubbing a hand over her back in what he hoped was a comforting motion “I didn’t realize quite what they meant to you, and I was reckless,”
The two Timelords stood on the hill together for a long time, enemies coming together in a moment of friendship and trust that both thought they had long abandoned. The Master and The Doctor, drawn together by the universe time and time again, through loss and pain, deception and betrayal, death and with that rebirth, they still cared for each other in a way nobody could explain, but maybe, it didn’t need to be explain.
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