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Response: It's All Been Done Before Part 2

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Once the body of the machine was complete, the Master set a few precepts and commands into the brain matrices. The robot would willing obey him, call him 'Master' at every given opportunity and it would compliment him at least once every ten minutes. It would most certainly not try to double cross him and trick him like the Doctor was prone to do. He gave it a few more presets just for kicks before hacking into the Matrix again and downloading the Doctor's consciousness into his frankly brilliant work of engineering.

The metal of the robot's outside appearance started to shift its features into the Doctor's third body. That was one of the Master's favorite regenerations and before things got really bad between them. The Doctor had still enjoyed their encounters then, still looked forward to seeing the Master. And with the inhibitors on trickery in place, he the best able to help the Master escape. That Doctor had been so focused on escaping his own exile after all. Besides, just once he wanted that Doctor to use his name.

As the Master switched the robot on, however, everything started to go wrong. The programming he'd set started over writing itself faster than he could repair and the Doctor's third body started shimmering, becoming shorter (but still taller than the Master, he noted with annoyance), blond and so very much younger. "No, no, no! Ugh, not him!"

When it was finished, the Doctor's fifth body blinked at him, cricket outfit and that damned stick of celery and all.

The Master scowled, not pleased at all that his creation had a mind of its own. "You would hack into the programming. Does this regeneration just like watching me burn that much?"

The robot didn't even answer him, stretching out and testing its movement. "I suppose it wouldn't be sportsman-like for me to play cricket in this body. A real shame, that. I was looking forward to another game."

Fuming at being ignored, the Master grabbed the Doctor's arm with a bruising grip. He relished in how real the Doctor's pale skin felt under his finger tips and the wince the Doctor gave at the pain. "I asked you a question."

"Is that what you brought me here for? To hurt me as you've perceived I've hurt you?" the Doctor asked sadly.

"You watched me burn!" the Master repeated acidly, leaning into the Doctor until their faces were inches apart. It was something this Doctor always found uncomfortable and now was no exception. The Master didn't let go of the Doctor's arm so he could pull away, but tightened his grip until the Doctor gasped in pain. "You didn't even lift a finger to try and help. Then you had the nerve to go and get yourself killed." So the Master would never be able to properly blame this regeneration. Oh, yes, he'd blamed the Doctor at the time, but by that point he'd changed into a man who wouldn't have stood by coldly like his fifth self. It wasn't the same as blaming the Doctor with this face. This was the one who stood by and watched with those hard blue eyes.

"Yes, I know," the Doctor said, still not angry. In fact, his voice held an untold amount of sorrow that caused the Master to drop the Doctor's arm and take a step back. "I know. I know what I did. I've got all the memories up to my eighth body. I do remember what happened."

"Well?" the Master asked, not content to leave it there. His Doctor, his proper Doctor, would have been falling over himself to apologize. That lanky version of his arch-nemesis did like a good wallow in guilt and the Master had never been shy at dealing it out.

This Doctor looked up at him, sad and haunted by the crime, but not guilty. This was why he hated the Doctor's fifth body. "Master, you destroyed a third of the universe and killed my fourth body and countless others, many of whom I considered friends. How could I let you out of that fire? It was horrible, watching you... but how could I let you go when I knew what else you would try to do should you have gotten free?"