Master to the rescue!
Aug. 21st, 2010 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iehcsok After a month or so of travelling, he looked around, caused wars and damage, sometimes by accident, other times less so and he'd spent some time just sitting in the TARDIS, he realised he was bored. The machine obviously wasn't amused, which was made obvious when she hid the bathroom from him, mixed up the rooms and often dropped him off in the wrong place. She missed the Doctor.
He didn't, not really, not as a person anyway. He didn't miss the Doctor on a whole, he missed having a rival and enemy. He missed having someone to chase after and fight with.
He supposed, one long day when he'd read all the books he wanted too and the TARDIS lead him to the pool room, this leaving him wet and annoyed, he decided he actually wanted the Doctor back. Just for kicks, not for companionship.
lazily typing in the code he'd kept storing, he'd never seen the TARDIS in such agreement. "Well... I did say I'd go back, didn't I?"
He didn't, not really, not as a person anyway. He didn't miss the Doctor on a whole, he missed having a rival and enemy. He missed having someone to chase after and fight with.
He supposed, one long day when he'd read all the books he wanted too and the TARDIS lead him to the pool room, this leaving him wet and annoyed, he decided he actually wanted the Doctor back. Just for kicks, not for companionship.
lazily typing in the code he'd kept storing, he'd never seen the TARDIS in such agreement. "Well... I did say I'd go back, didn't I?"