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Fate
Title: Fate
Author: windout
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG for a naughty word
Word Count: 247
Genre: Gen
Pairing/Characters: The Master (as Yana!)
A/N: This ficlet just sort of happened as I was about to go read something about No Child Left Behind. Go figure, read into it what you will.
Summary: The Master demands an explanation for this bullshit.




What the hell were they thinking?he wonders and he steps inside the nearest TARDIS. He couldn’t give a flying flip whose it was—just so long as it was capable of taking him far away from here. Any place is preferable to that brutish war.

Again, the thought crosses his mind that perhaps the Time Lords are more senile than he gives them credit for. Resurrecting him as an old man and thinking he could save them all? Honestly, who thought that he’d be any use as a dribbling old codger? It makes him so damn mad, that he’s half tempted to step back out of the TARDIS and brain the nearest Time Lord. Then perhaps he’d bash his head open and regenerate into a more respectable body.

But…well…that is a very bad road to start down, and the Master wants to stop that train of thought before it arrives at the nearest station. He won’t be letting himself get down to his thirteenth regeneration again and this is just the way to do it: save his neck and get out of dodge.

He sets the coordinates of the farthest place he can think of—the end of the universe—and if he’s at all lucky, they’ll never find him there. The Master steps back, watching the engine do its work. Good. He’ll be out of range before anyone can miss him.

Besides, it’s not like all of Gallifrey can lose to a couple of Daleks.