Summary: He's finally free. 'Utopia' spoilers.
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By Dagniro Vanaliel
"If the Doctor can be young and strong, then so can I! The Master, reborn!"
He likes this new body, this new regeneration. It's young and agile and bristling with energy.
Most of all, it's him. Not a watch, not an old, smelly human, but him. His body. His consciousness.
He laughs with glee and dances around the TARDIS console. The Doctor's TARDIS console! HA! It's his! The universe, the multiverse, all of time and space! It's his!
Gloating, he mocks the Doctor. His old adversary.
"I'm asking you, really, properly, just stop! Just think!" the Doctor begs, but that's the absolute last thing the Master wants to do.
"Use my name!" the Master demands happily. He loves having this Time Lord at his mercy, powerless, stripped of his transport. He wants to knock the Doctor down and rip through his defenses.
"Master," he says, voice thick with emotion, "I'm sorry."
"TOUGH!" the Master shouts maniacally, then returns to the TARDIS controls. For the first time in a long time, he's happy. He's contented. He's at peace.
And he's free.