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[Suffering severe trauma leads to taking an holiday. Taking an holiday leads to intense boredom. And intense boredom leads to ~~the Dark Side~~ Sam Tyler in a waist apron]

Fumie, we're having pasta alla carbonara tonight.

And, uh, if anyone else is hungry... I have a lot of spare time right now. [muttered] Can't believe the satellite and the internet went out at the same time...

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[looks up and smiles] And you're not like him, Sam. Don't worry. I don't...associate you two. You're a good person. I know you probably really couldn't care less if he died or something. I know I'm the only one who was upset by that. It's rude of me to ramble about this, isn't it? Always forget what's rude and what isn't. [pauses] I don't even care if this is the right thing to do. I just...need him. [slumps back and rubs his eyes tiredly] I don't think that's enough anymore.

How... how can you...?

Hm? What?

[shakes his head] Never mind.

What... happened, that it got like this?

[grins] We were thick, that's what. [grin fades and he rubs his jaw] We had a fight of the friendship ending variety. I said things I shouldn't have and he did stupid things in return. [clicks his tongue] He's...always been off. But not like this. Well, inside, yeah, maybe but...he was the best friend I could have asked for. By the time I saw him again, though, he'd already asserted his path. He wanted me on it with him but- [shakes his head] -I'm not that sort of person. So! I'd turn him down, he'd try again, there'd be deaths or traps or challenges, but I never said I wanted him back and, well...he got a bit bitter after that. [scratches his neck] Well! He kept killing and taking over planets and I kept fighting him.

[looks up, perhaps a bit startled, and rather oblivious to the implications of his words] It's all about you, then?

[mildly] Not to be arrogant but basically yes.

That's, uh... bit worrisome, actually. ...And you say you need him? Why?

Ah, well... [shifts and looks up] Gallifrey is gone. There aren't anymore Time Lords. Just me and him. Well, where we are, anyway. There's Romana and a few of us 'here', too. But...I dunno, I suppose your home and your species being taken away leads to some interesting thoughts. And when I found the Master again, I thought...maybe I had a second chance. Maybe this time things could be different. It's not as simple as starting over, of course. But it's something.

Then... is it really him you need?

[snorts] I wondered about it, trust me. But I do want him. He's brilliant, Sam! I could talk for hours with him, just debating things! He's...well, always said, it's a bit like we share a mind. It's a different level.

How much.... [frowns] If you think he's something worth fighting for, then you can't give up.

If you want to ask me something, you're welcome to. But! Well, I am fighting for it. Don't worry. But thank you.

You said he was an hopeless case.

Quite possibly, yes.

Maybe you have the wrong goal. Maybe you need to find something more attainable to work towards. And from there, you can assess what your next goals would be.

You make it sound like I'm investing in stocks. What's a better goal, then?

What's something you want about him - with him, from him, whatever - that you know is possible?

Uhm, well...I can get him to stay. I mean, he's never actually left, so there's that. And...not sure what else he'd be willing to do.

I don't know him very well, but maybe there's some sort of compromise you can offer to him. ...It makes me sick to think about compromising with someone with that many crimes to his names. [sighs]

[a pause]

Of all the things I didn't expect, "Giving an alien advice on how to deal with his evil boyfriend" has to be one of the top ones.

Hm, compromise... [frowns softly, then gives him a strange look] He's not my boyfriend.

[gives him a strange look back] No, he's just the evil archenemy that you've decided you can't live without, so you're forcing him to stay with you. Breakfast must be a bit odd. ... Reminds me a bit of Misery, actually.

Actually, he's the one who locked me up and broke my bones when he felt like it. He still breaks them sometimes. But that's a bit different.

--you let him break your arms?

[rubs his neck awkwardly] I don't let him. Just, well. He's got violent mood swings.