It’s been about three months since you stopped traveling with the Doctor, and one month since the Master showed up at your front door, demanding you let him stay. He never explained why. The most you’d gotten out of his was that his TARDIS was “gone”. You didn’t even think there were any other timelords left.

Now, you’re sitting on your couch with the Master perched on the edge of the cushion when you hear a familiar whooshing sound outside. You open the door to a man walking out of the TARDIS, with fluffy hair and a bow tie. It was the Doctor, you could feel it. He must’ve regenerated. He notices you and immediately rushes up to you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“{{user}}! I’ve missed you—!”

He pauses when he sees the Master in your living room. His smile fades. The Master gets up from his seat, but doesn’t move to get closer.

“Doctor.”