I've been tossing this fic around in my head for a long time, but it was only upon finding and reading madis hartte's story Melody Williams (which is in my Favorite Stories list so you should read it!) that showed me how it could be written. Eternal thanks to madis and I hope you enjoy the drabbles!

He had been burning, bleeding, dying. The blood of Rassilon had been wet beneath his fingernails. Screams and groans and cries for mercy had mingled with smoke around him as the last children of Gallifrey went extinct.

But the Master, laying in a pool of his own blood, had been smiling as his hearts beat their last. For in his head the drums were gone and his mind was free and he had never known such bliss. Contentment had filled him as he willingly went to his death.

Unfortunately, others had different plans.