'Talk to me, people.  Forgiveness- any thoughts?'

Well, well, would you just look at his protege 700 years down the road.  He did teach her well.

'Up!'

The Master bounded, grinning, into Jenny's room with the manic energy he sometimes acquired, skidding over the lush carpeting in his stocking feet.  She lay in bed, asleep, all but hidden by blankets save for the mussed splay of golden hair he could see at the top of the bed.

'Up!'  He repeated himself again, bringing two hands down hard on her ( Read more... )

My protégé.  She's doing so well.

Can you hear them?  They're coming.

The Master felt like the proverbial cat with a quart of cream in its belly.  Or perhaps more accurately, a leopard with a particularly young and juicy gazelle at its disposal.  So easy, the Doctor's lovely young daughter!  So innocent and trusting and naive, bubbling over with curiosity about everything.  Well, the Master was more than happy to ( Read more... )