Time passed. Months went by, a year and another one, and maybe a little longer. The visits continued, albeit not that often. The man who called himself Emil was travelling a lot more now, unsure why he tried to avoid seeing the human girl.

But every now and then he had to return. He just couldn't help it.

This time it was autumn. Leaves covered the ground in a colourful blanket. He strolled through a park and stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted Gin. She stood under a tree and glared up to the sky, lost in thoughts, her eyes somewhat sad and her breath evaporating in the cold air.

The scenery was calm, almost magical, and it reminded him of the loneliness he held in his own two hearts.

When Gin heard his approaching steps she spun around and her eyes widened in disbelieve at his sight.

"What?" he mocked smiling, "you think I can only exist on windowsills?"

"You were gone for over a year!" she let out and then sighed. "Did you even notice? Or was it just a minute for you?"

"Oh... was I?" He scratched his beard in thought. "Weird. I could swear I've set the coordinates earlier. But here I am!" He stretched out his arms with a wide grin. "Don't tell me, you miss-"

He never got the chance to finish his sentence. Gin was in front of him in an instant and wrapped both arms around his torso. Startled by her reaction he glared down at her head, and again he felt his heartbeat speed up unnaturally, as it always did around her lately. Without thinking about it he hugged her back and held her close, wondering why in the universe it made him feel so at ease.

"Hey..." she mumbled against him and then suddenly shifted in his arms to place an ear to his chest. "That's a weird heartbeat."

Emil chuckled. "I've got two of those."

Gin looked up perplex, but smiled. "Oh, heh, that's weird. I like it. You really are an alien, aren't you?"

He chuckled some more and poked out his tongue. "I sure am." The laugh caught in his throat when he looked down into those bright green eyes that were staring at him, this face that had turned from that of a child to that of a woman.

"You grew up," he remarked tonelessly.

"Yah... humans tend to do that," she retorted sarcastically and... blushed a little.

"Then maybe I should stay away from now on," Emil pondered, but found himself hating the thought. "From what I observed, humans don't like strange people. And having an imaginary friend surely is strange, right?" He winked, then snickered meanly. "I also bet your boyfriend wouldn't be so happy about seeing you with a stranger."

"B... boyfriend?" Gin now really flushed bright red and let go of him to turn away. "I don't... have one."

"Girlfriend then?" Emil laughed and poked her with a finger.

Gin slapped his hand away and shot him a mean glare. "Also not! Stop mocking me!"

"Just were under the impression you humans love to rush these thing the moment you come into the right age. Okay, okay, I'll stop." He raised both hands in mock surrender and grinned from ear to ear while taking a precautious step back.

Not without taking in the sight of the now woman that stood before him, his treacherous hearts unwilling to obey every attempt of being forced into a normal rhythm. Gin scowled and he observed her face, that was unremarkable but somehow pretty in its own way. It were her eyes that really captured his attention the most. Like a green flame they were burning, strong and determined. They could see right through all the layers of masks he wore, but without ever judging or rejecting what lay beneath them.

And those green flames were now glued to him as if she desperately wanted to say something.

After a moment she relaxed and smiled shyly. "I've got to run some errands. But... will you tell me a story this evening? I'm still living at the same place."

Emil took a deep breath and shrugged. "Maybe. I've got a universe to conquer. That won't happen on its own."

Gin's face dropped, the light in her eyes seemed to dim not only a little, but almost faded. "Oh. I... understand." Then she laughed a little, but humourlessly. "I became boring, right? For someone that lives so long... a human like me must be really dull to you."

And before he could answer, she already stormed away.


She hadn't expected him to show up. But when he really didn't, it still hurt. She actually had no idea why she was waiting in her room every evening. Amy already grew worried and Gin's parents exchanged questioning looks over the dinner table.

It was luck that she had to study a lot for university. It kept her mind occupied, but she also stayed awake until late into the night oftentimes.

This night was especially nasty. Winter had arrived, the temperatures had dropped quite a bit, but Gin still refused to completely close her window. Mostly because the air in her room got stale rapidly. But also...

There was a shadow rushing over the textbook she had just been reading.

Gin sprang up and glanced around just in time to see someone ducking away from the window. She jumped over, flung it open fully and blindly grabbed the first thing she could reach. Cloth.

"Gotcha!" she called out happily and tore a little to bring Emil into view.

He was actually standing on a tree branch in front of her window, both hands now clutching the window frame. His face wore a mischievous grin when he bent down to her.

"I'm a lot stronger than you. If I want to leave, I-"

Gin grabbed his jacket with both hands and tore at it. "Don't be an idiot," she giggled. "Come in."

She continued to tug at him until he gave up the farce and swiftly climbed inside the room, not leaving his usual spot at the window though.

"Hey, could you maybe help me with that?" Gin asked and pointed at a paper with lots of complicated formulas written all over it. "This stuff is driving me nuts. And I bet human mathematics is easy for you."

"It is indeed." He pushed himself away from the window and came a single step closer. "But I actually only wanted to say goodbye. I think it really is time to leave for good."

"Why?" She let the paper drop onto the table and hid her disappointment by turning her head away.

"Because I'll stir more trouble for you than will be good and..." Emil paused and cocked his head, then laughed to himself. "How weird. I never bothered about making trouble. Quite the opposite."

"Then why do you care now?" she mumbled sadly.

"Because... I completely forgot about the reason I actually came visiting you," he admitted. "It haunted me my whole life, but the past years... I mostly didn't even think about it."

Gin shot straight and approached him. "But that's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Maybe... I don't know." He shrugged. "I just don't want to miss you more than necessary. That's all."

"Miss me? That has to be a lie," she mocked, although her heart was suddenly acting up.

Could it be? Might he still be visiting her for more reasons than only to chase away his boredom?

Both stood now only a few steps apart from each other, their eyes locked in a little staring contest that Emil lost when he started to chuckle.

"Yeah, it was fun coming here. I liked hunting for new stories to tell you."

He said it with a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his gaze, almost as if he was making fun of himself for enjoying his visits so much.

And then it was clear what she had to do. Gin took another step and stopped so close in front of him that they almost touched. Her blazing green eyes asked the question before her mouth could, but she did anyway.

"Take me with you. Why stories when I can see all of what you told me about with my own eyes?"

Emil swallowed and his hand reached out to cup the side of her face with his palm. The touch sent a tingling through her mind, reminded her of something that never was and that she could not know, nor name.

"It's dangerous. And you humans are so fragile. What if you break?"

"I won't," she promised with a smile. "I might die one day, sure, but then I will have lived the best life of all. And..." She stopped and hesitantly placed her hand over his hearts, fingers spread out and then curling above the warm beating rhythm. "I wouldn't have to say goodbye to you."

Emil swallowed visibly and clutched her hand with his own. Something in his eyes changed. A mask dropped, revealing something dangerous, something ancient and willing to break and burn everything its way. "But I'm a monster. I will harm you. It might even be me who brakes you in the end."

"I don't care."

Gin shook her head, never loosing the focus on his face. She knew what he was showing her was the man he usually was, when he was on his own, and when there was no one to stop him. It wasn't new to her. He had never hidden any details from his stories, never even tried to paint himself as a better person than he was. Gin knew. And it didn't matter at all. The only thing she wanted was to stay with him, to be close and to continue to feel the soothing heartbeat under her palm. She knew he wanted her to be scared, to retreat and to run away, but instead she stayed and stretched a little towards him.

His gaze changed once more, lost the dangerous tough and gained one that was almost desperate. "But I don't want to hurt you, little crow."

She startled. Something weird shot through her, like a memory that wasn't her own but should be, one that belonged to her, but not to... herself.

"Why... did you call me that?" she asked perplex.

Emil leaned down to her, his eyes suddenly warm and gentle. "It felt right," was all he offered. He dropped his forehead against hers, their eyes locked, both not able to look anywhere else. "Are you sure? You can't come back, if you leave."

Gin nodded without looking away. "Yeah, I've never been so sure about anything at all. Each time you're gone I miss you so badly it hurts."

Her mouth snapped shut and she looked away. This wasn't a thing she had planned to admit, even though it was the truth.

Her hand over his hearts felt how they sped up, a wild drumming of four beats. Shyly she peeked up again and inched a little closer, leaned against him to feel the warmth of his body. He, who had stayed at as much distance as possible throughout her whole life, who was so much older than she would ever get, who didn't even like humans.

But now he leaned down a little more, his lips hovering above hers as if he feared any closer would wake them both from a long dream. Gin stretched only a tiny little bit, her heart so fast she could feel it pounding in her finger tips. They met, timidly, almost nothing but a breath, but it was enough to break the spell. He closed the remaining distance, moulded their lips together in a gentle, slow kiss. And in that moment everything suddenly made sense. Not with words, nor images or even thoughts at all. But the feeling that had haunted them both for so long now completely swallowed them, a fire of tingling electricity, too much to bear, but still not enough.

He could feel the connection snapping into place, memories bubbling to the surface, images that would finally bring answers to all of his questions. For one single moment... he remembered.

His hands wandered down, caressing Gin's shoulders, traced down and rested on her hips so he could hold her tight against him. She got more fierce, pushed herself closer, her scent and warmth wiping away each and every of those newly gained memories, before they could fully surface. He didn't care anymore. Nothing was important and would ever be. Nothing but this very second, this moment and this reality alone.

And he knew, sensed, that she felt the same. He sensed it, because she was in his mind all of a sudden. No, he was in hers. It had simply happened. Not a full bond, not yet, but their thoughts were connected in a way humans would never experience on their own.

It didn't matter. She didn't bother or care, although it was a weird sensation. He had long told her about his psychic abilities, and feeling his very presence in her mind was soothing and thrilling at the same time. She wanted him there, wanted him close, and she felt how he yearned for the same with every second they were connected.

They never broke the kiss. Not when she reached up to loosen the blood red tie around his neck, not when he dug his fingers deeper into her hips, not as they slowly stepped through the room and finally bumped against the bed frame.

Only then did she gasp for air and threw a glance up at his eyes that were dark and hungry. For her. It was in that moment that she realized that she would truly have to give up everything to stay with this man. Every last bit of what she had ever been.

Gin smiled and tugged at his loosened tie to draw him down to her again, while she lowered herself onto the bed. He followed willingly, his mouth seeking hers, tongues dancing, hands roaming.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, grabbed her wrists and held them down to both sides of her head. There was a dangerous darkness in his eyes, accompanied by a devilish smile.

"You want to be all mine then?" he almost whispered.

She swallowed and a tiny part of her mind screamed at what a stupid idea that was. But she only smiled.

"I've been that all along."


Gin had to leave behind more than she had expected. It wasn't only the place, she also had to make sure that no one would remember her. Not in her entire lifetime would she want her parents to endure losing another child. And that meant she had to vanish completely.

It wasn't that hard. Emil was able to hack into all necessary files and change them accordingly. And after that he sent some kind of radio signal through the whole place that would make everyone forget her just enough. He tried to explain it to her, but Gin wasn't sure she entirely understood.

And then there was only one step left. Erasing her from the memory of the people closest to her. The signal wasn't strong enough to do that, so Emil had to visit them on his own. Not that there were many people. Gin had never been the most popular person and besides her parent and Amy there was no one who really cared about her.

"Are you sure they can't remember?" she asked when he came back from Amy.

"Of course I am!" A smug smile played on his lips. "My hypnosis is pretty good, if I might say so." He chuckled and pulled her against him. "This whole thing wouldn't even be necessary, you know. You could have just told them you'd move to another country."

"Yeah, sure. As if anyone would believe that," she snorted. "And even if. They would notice one way or the other that I'm gone. And I don't want anyone to worry."

"You've got a way too gentle heart. What again makes you like me?" He laughed and leaned down to her, enough to spike her anticipation, but without actually getting too close, eyes glinting with mirth. "You know I'm a bad person. Probably the perfect opposite to you."

"Probably. Mhm... no, I really don't think so, actually." She hooked a finger into his collar and drew him closer to her. "I think first and foremost, you're just lonely. And I very much intend to change that."

In a quick and bold move she stretched a little and kissed him. Not in a lifetime could she imagine to ever get enough of this, of him. And he responded eagerly, stole her very breath away and left her lightheaded and flushed when he retreated eventually.

"Guess I'll have to find a way to stop you from aging then," he purred happily and took her hand. "But come. First I have to show you my TARDIS. You will bloody love her!"

He rushed ahead, Gin in taw, until they reached a building that seemed a little off in regards to the number of doors at its front.

"She calculates her surroundings and picks a fitting object to hide herself as that," he explained. "At least that's the short version. Anyway... in with you!" With that he opened the extra door and pushed Gin inside.

She gaped at what she saw there. The interior was bathed in bright, greenish light, a hexagonal, complicated looking console in the middle, and the walls were lined with bookshelves. But it wasn't only the alien appearance... somehow, in a weird and unexplainable way, it felt as if she should know this place.

"You... don't happen to have brought me here before, do you?" she asked carefully. "I don't know.. and let me believe it was a dream afterwards or so..."

Emil laughed and shook his head. "No. I would remember."

"Huh, then it's strange. It feels so... familiar." Gin stretched out a hand and stroked over the cool metal of the console. "Well... I've probably watched too much Star Trek or something like that."

And then, suddenly, she remembered something about the day he had started his irregular visits. She turned around, stepped in front of Emil and glared up at him with folded arms.

"You never told me your real name," she remarked with a mischievous smirk.

"Well, and I won't," he retorted so fast it seemed like instinct. "You probably couldn't even pronounce it anyway." Gin didn't break her posture, so he almost hesitantly continued to tell, "It's custom among my people to choose a new name at some point."

"And that would be?"

He straightened with an evil grin. "I am the Master."

Gin snorted and finally turned away. "Of course you are."

"It's the name I chose. But I don't care what you call me." He stepped next to her and grinned down. "I've taken on many names in my life. One is as good as the other."

"Master it is then," Gin decided and giggled. "It fits you perfectly."


And this is how this tale could end. Because endings have to be bright and happy. They have to leave us with a soothing warmth in our hearts and chase away bad dreams in dark nights.

But you can't ever reach the last page of reality. It's not possible to lay it aside like a book you no longer want to read. It just goes on, whether we like it or not.

They travelled through all of time and space, chased after danger and fun and chaos, wherever they went. The Master was not a good person, as he had promised. But Gin's presence alone was enough to erase his urge for misery. He had no use for it any longer. Which didn't mean that he was a different man, not at all. And on some days Gin was shocked and felt sick at what he did. But all she ever got, was a look that clearly said, I warned you.

However, these days were rare and far apart. And she learned to live with them. There were so many other things she enjoyed too much. Rushing through all of time and space was exciting and awe-inspiring. They visited places she could have never imagined, not even after hearing the Master's stories for so many years. And it was thrilling to not bother about morals or rules. The universe was full of different angles. What was cruel and evil to one person could be normal or even desired by a whole planet. Gin learned that there was no so such thing as 'good or 'bad', and that she had to define these things anew for herself.

Sometimes the Master mocked her for her kind heart, called her weak and silly. But deep in his hazel eyes, that somehow always seemed to reflect the stars above their heads, she could see that he admired her for this trait. And because she never lost it while being with him.

She showed him kindness where everyone else had ever pushed him away. Compassion when he had none for himself. She loved him like no one else ever had, and she knew he felt the same, even though he never dared voicing it. That was just the way he was.

"A galaxy for your thoughts," the Master interrupted her pondering. He stepped in front of Gin, cupped her face with both hands and simply kissed her as if he had never done so before.

Eventually she broke away, gasped for air and leaned her head against his chest with a smile. "I thought about how I never want this life to end. How I never regretted leaving. Not even for a second, you know?"

The Master wrapped both arms around her and hummed content. Near her he could be calm and gentle. A side he hadn't known existed in himself.


From time to time they visited earth. Gin never wanted to return for good, but she loved seeing her home here and there. Disguised or with the help of perception filters they also took a glance at what Amy was doing.

Gin watched with a smile how she grew close to Rory Williams, the shy boy who had always adored Amy. She watched how Amy continued to talk about her raggedy doctor from her dreams, and wondered where this figure might have come from. Amy had never been able to tell when or where she had seen this doctor. It seemed to have to do with a crack, but the Master told her it had closed on its own - completely uneventfully - years ago, and there had been no doctor around.

But this time, as they visited, something was very off. People behaved strange, aliens were roaming the sky, calling for a Prisoner Zero.

Gin insisted on investigating, so they did. And somehow they ended up in a hospital. Somehow they ended up chasing away the aliens and preventing them from destroying the planet, by claiming they had already killed Zero.

But they had been wrong. He was still alive.

"Silence will fall," he hissed through sharp teeth at the two, then his featured morphed and became that of Amy as a child.

"Uh, wow, that's scary," the Master mocked snickering, his Laser Screwdriver pointing at the small chest.

"Just leave Amy be," Gin pleaded next to him. "We can drop you wherever you want. But leave her alone!"

"No. No I won't! It has to be prevented!" the girl spoke. "But it won't. It won't and we don't know why. But this girl is linked to everything." It pointed at itself.

The Master and Gin exchanged a confused look, then suddenly Prisoner Zero cocked Amy's head and sniffed the air. "No... no. She is part of it. But you..." It now pointed at Gin. "You smell so much more like it!"

"Wh... what?" She took a step back and drew her knifes from her belt. "I warn you. Come near me, and you'll die."

Zero laughed out loud, the sound eerie and wrong out of Amy's small mouth. The Master rose his laser and aimed at the girl, but it seemed as if he too was hesitating. All the years of having been her imaginary friend had done something to him. And even though he knew perfectly well that this thing in front of them was only a copy, he just couldn't.

But he had enough. And so he did anyway.

Zero bent and twisted and managed to get away with only a scratch. It hissed and screamed and then transformed again, now looking exactly like the Master.

"You've visited her so often," his own voice spoke mockingly, "I know everything about you."

"Yeaaaah, right," the real Master drawled and found his nails surprisingly fascinating all of a sudden.

His own nasty grin was on the other one's face, as it melted once more, went back into being a disgusting snake thing. The Master shot beam after beam at the thing, but in its own form it was fast.

"Master, careful!" Gin shouted and spun around with her knifes to hit away Zero's tale, while the head was aiming at the Time Lord. "You ugly shit. Leave him be!"

The snake turned around and hissed, then shot towards her. "Yoooou! It's you! You mustn't exist!" it hissed hatefully. "They were wrong. It wasn't the girl. It was you all along!"

Gin evaded and only scraped the slick skin. She heard laser beams shooting, but was too preoccupied to shift her focus on anything else. It had only been a couple of years that she was travelling with the Master now, but he had trained her well with the knifes, so Zero had no chance against her.

As soon as it realized that, it morphed again into the Master, but so fast that Gin hadn't seen it. And now two of them stood before her, both claiming to be the real one, both not showing any sign of falsehood.

"Ahhh, you know what?" one Master asked the other. "It's easy to prove that I'm the real one. You might copy me, but I bet you can't replicate a functioning laser screwdriver." He held up his own and tossed it happily onto the air, where it performed a small flip and was supposed to drop back into his hand.

It did.

But in the wrong pair of his hands. Zero stared at him, and the Master could read in his own face what the monster would do. That thing truly had copied him well. Maybe too well.

He wasn't fast enough.

The moment he bumped against himself and sent him crashing to the ground was the same moment his own laser screwdriver fired. Zero lay on the ground, laughing like a lunatic. Like he had laughed when the drums had still possessed his mind and had driven him insane.

The Master didn't care. He threw himself at the creature, got his laser back and then there was no laughing anymore. Zero would never move a muscle ever again.

He spun around and sighed relieved when he saw Gin gaping at him with a puzzled look on her face. She never liked seeing him kill. But this time the alien had truly deserved it. He took a deep breath and smiled, but then stopped dead in his tracks.

"I... Master... I..." Gin stuttered and stumbled a step towards him. "Oof, that's not so good I thinkĀ­."

Only now did he see the small, still smoking hole in her black leather jacket. His hearts stopped both for what felt like eternity, while she bumped against him and then collapsed. The Master grabbed Gin with both arms and held her, his fingers brushing over another hole at her back. The laser had not been on a deadly setting, but it had shot a hole through her anyway, at the wrong spot, and now he felt all the wet blood on the leather, felt his hands getting drenched in it, fast.

They both sunk to the ground, Gin's eyes flickered and her face was contorted in pain.

"You can fix this, right?" she almost begged, tears in her eyes. "Tell me you can."

The Master took her shaking, ice cold hand into his and held her tight, not able to speak a word.

"You have to," Gin murmured. "I can't leave you all alone out there. You're rubbish on your own." She tried to smile, and somehow she even managed.

It was what finally broke him. He lowered his head and clenched his teeth as if in pain. His whole body was trembling and only when he felt a hand touching his cheek did he notice the tears on his own face.

"You will live," he brought out. "That's an order, you hear me? Obey." He dropped his forehead against hers, his desperate eyes glued to hers. "Just this once, do what I tell you, you stubborn fool."

She smiled. It was so him to react like this. "You can make people forget me. Can't you do that with yourself too?" she breathed. "Then I'd be nothing but a ghost in your head. No one would know I ever existed. And then..." she sobbed, but still continued to smile. "Then no one would have to cry, right?"

"You have a way too gentle heart, my little crow." Carefully he leaned down and kissed her trembling lips. "How could I ever forget you?"

Her hand stretched out to wipe his tears away, she stretched to find his lips again, because all she had ever wanted was to be with him, and the only thing she would want to take with her was his taste, his scent, the feeling of his presence all around her, cradled in his arms, everything they had felt for each other pouring into this one last kiss.

The Master stared at her lifeless eyes, no longer a blazing green flame. He trembled, cradled her and then cried out. He screamed his pain into the empty room, begged every god and devil he had ever heard of to make it stop, to bring her back.

And someone answered.

"I heard someone screaming. Are you alr..." the woman's voice stopped. "Hey... I know you. You visited me when I was a child."

His head snapped up and he saw Amy standing there, slowly realizing what she was actually witnessing. The dead creature, the blood, the lifeless woman in his arms. She put both hands in front of her mouth, eyes wide in shock and disbelieve.

"Wha..." Amy swayed a little and drew in a deep breath when she saw his devastated face. She took together all her strength, didn't falter, and instead sunk to her knees in front of him. "Who was she?" Amy asked carefully.

Of course... she didn't know anymore.

"No one," the Master mumbled and swallowed. "There is no one who remembers her. She's... only a ghost." His hearts clenched and ached when he reached out to close her eyes.

"You do," Amy said, her voice warm. "That's enough. Thanks to you she was real."


Amy stayed with him. She didn't speak a word. Not when he finally rose to his feet to carry the dead woman outside. Not when he walked almost two miles to a beautiful little lake in a forest. Not when he stole a shovel on the way and also not when he dug a hole in the moist forest ground.

She was simply there and refused to leave him alone. This strange man, who had told her fairy tales in her childhood, who had, however, never even told her his name. She would not ask for it now.

When the day came to an end, when the sun set over the lake and silence covered the forest and the unnamed, fresh grave, he finally looked at Amy.

"Thanks," he muttered, and even meant it.

"Of course." She gave him a warm, reassuring smile. "You know... You can always come visit me. I enjoyed that. And... maybe it's you who needs someone to tell him a few stories now."

His eyes were cold and distanced, but she could see the sadness he was trying to hide.

"It doesn't matter," was all he said before he walked away and left her standing in the darkness.


He was the Master.

The universe was his and his alone.

Well, one day it would be. That he was certain of. They would know his name. Everyone would. When he would be done leaving a swath of chaos and fire, when nothing would be left but cold, black ashes and decaying corpses.

No one would be left to witness his victory. Not that it would bother anyone.

Again he had the feeling as if something was missing. Someone, who was able to stop him. Because on his own he never would. And that hardly could be right. It was too easy.

He hated easy.

It didn't matter.

The Master couldn't tell how much time had passed. It could have been an hour or a century, for him it was all the same. But one day he returned to earth and visited Amy Pond. For no reason at all. Or maybe he simply wanted to take a look.

She wasn't at home and it wasn't that late anyway, so he strolled through town and scared children and parents alike, lit a few waste bins on fire with his laser screwdriver, broke a few of those hilariously expensive cars those humans were so fond of. And in the end he found out where Amy was.

He saw her with a large group of people, wearing a beautiful white dress. By her side was a boy, you could hardly call him a man, but she seemed to be so happy with him.

The Master was always dressed for the occasion. He liked wearing nice clothes. So no one noticed how he slipped between people and helped himself with food and alcohol. Not that the latter had much effect on him, but one could at least pretend.

He wasn't aware of much of what was going on and only looked up when it seemed as if the bride and her parents would hold a speech. He didn't listen. But then some turmoil started, Amy rose with a serious look on her face, a fire in her eyes that could surely burn entire worlds if she had the mind for it.

"Sorry, but shut up, please," she hissed towards her father. "There's someone missing. Someone important. Someone so, so important."

"Amy, what's wrong?" her husband asked perplex.

"Sorry. Sorry, everyone. But when I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend."

Her mother rolled her eyes and sighed, "Oh no, not this again."

Amy ignored her and continued, "The raggedy doctor. My raggedy doctor. But he wasn't imaginary, he was real."

The Master glared at her. How odd. It felt as if he knew she was telling the truth. His hearts ached and he remembered the feeling that had followed him since he could remember. Of someone, who should be there when he had turned around as a child, someone, who should have been around to stop him from becoming a monster.

"I remember you. I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home, too." Amy said all that almost begging, her eyes wandered through the room, as if she was searching for something, and found someone else. "See? The Master is here too!" She smiled at him and he wondered perplex, how she could know his name. "Raggedy man, I remember you, and you are late for my wedding!" She shouted determined.

A few sighs were shared by the crowd, but everyone went silent at once, when a rattling went through the room, getting louder and more intense by the second.

"I found you. I found you in words, like you knew I would," she continued smiling. "That's why you told me the story of the brand new, ancient blue box."

The balloons next to her got suddenly blown around by a strange gust of wind.

A blue box.

The Master stared at the woman. There it was again. A sensation as if her presence alone would be able to bring back what was missing from his mind.

"Oh, clever. Very clever," she mumbled happily.

Rory tugged at her arm. "Amy, what is it?"

She turned around and beamed at him. "Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue."

And then the Master could hear it. The woofing and wheezing of engines. And not just of any. No... that was a TARDIS, materializing right in the middle of the room! A device from the Time Lords! But that was impossible. It couldn't be! He was the only one left.

Or was he?

Rory shot up and glared at the box, then he turned to his wife and spluttered out, "It's the Doctor. How did we forget the Doctor? I was plastic..."

But Amy was already on her way to the TARDIS. She plainly stepped over the table in her waving dress, knocked at the blue wood, and the Master could almost feel the vibrations running through the machine. Through himself.

He should remember!

He knew he should. It was right there, on the tip of his mind, waiting to burst like a bubble, but held back by something. Or maybe not something but some... one. Someone he had forgotten, although it was impossible. After all, the memory was burned into his entire timeline, into his very being.

No, he had not forgotten. He had decided to push away the memory, to bury it and make it vanish. Because it had been painful. Because deep in his hearts he had thought it would be easier if those two were missing from his life.

Because, when he had met Gin, he had gotten the second chance he had always deserved!

The Master sank to his heels and clutched his head. It still wouldn't pop back into his mind. He still refused to let it in, although he could feel how the timelines around him changed, how they rearranged themselves to fit what should have never existed, but did anyway now, brought back by Amy's words.

The blue door opened and out stepped the Doctor.

The Doctor. The one, who he had expected to see when he had turned around as a child. The one, who would always stop him from going this tiny little bit too far. His best friend, his most hated enemy, his brother, his demise.

But that wasn't what caught his attention the most.

Behind the Doctor stepped out a second person. One with short, blond hair and flaming green eyes.

And he remembered.

He remembered everything.


A/N: Well, here we are, at the end of the tale. Or, more accurately the tiny snippet of an alternate universe that existed while the Doctor was trapped in the neverspace.

If you got curious about my OC, head over and read my other story The Master's Game. And don't forget to leave some favs and reviews. I'd love to know what you all think about this!