Getting a transfer to Cardiff was surprisingly easy. Appearing to be properly traumatized while still completely sane, however, was a bit more difficult. He managed, though, and once all the arrangements were made he met up with Lucy again.

It was almost too easy. All it took was a quick kiss hello and he was in the perfect position to break her neck. Her death was quick and painless, and she never even saw it coming. It was the least he could do for her after her excellent service.

He didn't quite regret killing Lucy, as regret would imply that he would have done things differently given the opportunity, but he did hate that it had been necessary. She had been beautiful and bright, and above all else she had been fiercely loyal. And as much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, it was actually rather lonely without Lucy to listen to his plans and occasionally even make intelligent comments.

Instead, he was forced to pretend to be Jack Harkness's tea boy, though where that odious man who called himself a doctor had come up with such a silly nickname was anyone's guess since he only made coffee, which he had to continually keep himself from poisoning. Poisoned coffee wasn't very imaginative, but there were times when he thought that the sheer satisfaction of seeing Harper dead would be worth it.

Sleeping with Harkness wasn't exactly a hardship, though that really had more to do with his sheer glee in knowing just how horrified the Captain would be if he knew just who he was fucking than any sort of skill on Harkness's part. Oh, he wasn't bad in bed, but the Master had certainly had better.

He waited patiently until the-year-that-would-have-been (if-the-Doctor-hadn't-ruined-his-plans-yet-again-and-erased-it) and finally let himself have a little fun. After all, if he was the only one who would remember it, and everything reset itself later, what could be the harm?

He killed Tosh fairly quickly as she wasn't really that annoying for a human, at least not compared to the other two, and he didn't actually hate her. He took his time with Cooper and Harper, however, torturing one while the other was forced to watch. He especially enjoyed Cooper's tears as she tried to reason with him, urging him to fight whatever had apparently taken him over and trying to be supportive even as he slowly bled Harper to death.

He sighed in contentment at the memory. That had been so much fun. It was too bad that time had finally reset itself and they were all alive again.

Of course, he could always kill them again, which wasn't something he was usually able to do, and he amused himself while he waited for Harkness to return by imagining all of the various ways that he could do it. Of course, he'd have to wait until after he'd found the Doctor again to do it, but he could wait.

After all, time was something that he had plenty of.