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He had taken her to a planet where it snowed all the time. Well, he wasn’t wrong but stepping out of the safety of the blue box right into a blizzard had not been her idea of an adventure tugging her hood and scarf closer to her face she ducked back against the wall of the Tardis. Though when the wind became to strong it knocked them both to the ground him right on top of her. His lips pressed to hers she gasped as he pulled away.

“Woah..,” she breathed out.

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     The approach of winter had already been taking its toll on Ixto. The withering of his flowers in the garden had started to make him feel isolated. Soon there would be snow, and weather too cold for him to leave the house in. His mind felt like it was in a fog. He’d hardly felt awake, and he definitely hadn’t been listening to his guest-- which made him feel rather guilty.

     He jumped a little when the Doctor pulled him into an embrace. It was probably very easy to see that Ixto wasn’t himself today, and the embrace was much needed. His fingers twisted in the man’s shirt, pulling him closer. He listened to the Time Lord’s energy, the double heart beat, and the breathing between them. That seemed enough to pull him back from the fog in his mind.

     “Oh I’m terribly sorry, Doctor. I’m very tired today. There are a lot of preparations to make for winter, and I’m a little bit behind this year. I hope you can forgive me for not being very responsive.”

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The Master sighed softly, shifting against the weight on top of her. She flicked an eye open, her sleepy gaze settling on the top of the Doctor’s head. Her last self might have pushed the other Time Lord away, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to. Humming softly, she reached down, nimble fingers threading through the Doctor’s hair. “Hello you.”

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The Time Lord knocked gently on Claire's bedroom door, waiting quietly for a response and watching his feet, as though they could answer the questions of the universe in their Converse-clad glory.

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“One second!” Claire called pulling her shirt over her head and her wet hair up into a ponytail. The memories from the night before shoved way to the far back into her mind. Opening the door, she checked his eyes first. “Yes?” she asked her voice soft.

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Darkness.. Why was it all dark? ...Blip... And didn't he know that sound? ... Blip... As Owen opened his eyes he felt blinded by massive light. Slowly things took form. A lamp above him. A chair in the corner. A bed beside him. Empty. White sheets. ...Blip... He sat up quickly and felt the blood rush from his head. Was that his heart pounding? After looking around the room, he swung his legs out of the bed and soon after he got to his feet. First he became dizzy, then he realized that the blipping came from a machine connected to his arm. Why had they been checking his blood pressure? And why hadn't they turned the machine off? Without thinking any further he made his exit through the window. He didn't want to be stopped by a nurse if he went out the door. The confusion hit him, as he stopped to get some air. At least he was in his own clothes, not some hospital dress. He felt his pulse in all of his body and it felt strange.. Too strange. Just then he realized that he was standing in the middle of the street. The aggressive horn from a car woke him up from his thoughts and without even minding to look around he hurried to get away from it.

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"You’re not going anywhere" (Victorious)

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“Last time I checked you weren’t the boss of me. Now let go!” The small brunette hissed trying to yank her hand out of his grip. 

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Kath had had it up to her ears with herself. Here she was, sitting at a cafe with an empty tea cup on the table, and wondering what kind of stories all the people around her had to tell. Oh, how she wanted to know them all; to fish out the best ones and write them down for the whole world to read.

But no, she just sat there, watching people and not talking to them. Kath sighed, staring at her tea cup for another minute. Then she got up, took a deep breath and walked up to the one person that she had paid most attention to during her stay. Clutching her notebook in her hands, Kath started in a shaky voice.

"Uh, sorry to bother you, sir, but would you know any interesting stories I could write down?"

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One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. 

In the darkness, the Master listened to the relentless cadence in his head. He was well enough, finally, to think he could probably make it to his feet, but even now, even knowing what it was, there was no quieting that damnable noise. There had been centuries to think on it, and oh they really ought to have found a way to be rid of him once and for all. 

It had been centuries since the day he'd found out it wasn't the beacon he'd always believed. It had been centuries since he'd been fool enough to step into let his rage drive him, saving the Doctor and stepping into the Time Lock. He wasn't chosen. He wasn't special. He was just Rassilon's bloody pawn. 

The Master smiled as he hauled himself to his feet, pleased to find nothing buckled under the weight. He was battered and feral looking, wild shock of blond hair sticking every which way, but he was free. He made his way through the halls of his stolen TARDIS, pushing open the doors to breathe the first fresh air he'd had in hundreds of years. It didn't matter where he was just then if he was free. Maybe the drums weren't the siren song he'd thought them to be, but they were a call to war. Gallifrey would pay for what had been done to him.

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Claire was sitting in the library at one of the desks so absorbed in the book she was reading she hadn’t heard him coming up behind her or his hands snake around her until the buttons on her top began to slip open she looked over her shoulder at him. 

“Need something?” she squeaked out. Unable to tell which him it was with his hair blocking his eyes.