DOCTOR WHO fucks

Inside the humming TARDIS, the Master stood by the console, fiddling with the controls. Meredith sat in the console chair, her gaze fixed on him.

"Master, where are you taking me now?" she asked.

"Just wait," he replied with a mischievous smile. "You'll see. It's a beautiful ice planet called Rozana."

Before Meredith could respond, the shrill ring of a phone echoed through the TARDIS. The Master picked it up, raising an eyebrow.

On the other end was Jim, his voice frantic. "Doctor! Doctor! I need your help. My wife... my wife has disappeared!"

The Master lowered the phone, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips. Turning to Meredith, he said casually, "It's Jim."

Meredith's face paled, her voice trembling. "What? What does he want? Oh no... no, no, no! This is bad."

The Master put the phone back to his ear, his tone mockingly sympathetic. "Alright, Jim, try to stay calm. I'll see what I can do."

As soon as the call ended, the Master burst into laughter, his amusement cutting against Meredith's rising panic.

"I guess he's finally waking up," the Master said, leaning against the console.

Meredith clutched the chair's armrests, her voice breaking. "What are we going to do? I don't want to lose my family!"

The Master's expression shifted. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his voice a low whisper when he pulled away. "What family? I am your family now."

Meredith blinked, her breath catching.

The Master straightened, his playful demeanor returning. "Well then, let's head to Manchester. We'll pretend I found you in the second century, taken by a Weeping Angel. Sound good?"

Without waiting for a response, he pulled a lever on the console, and the TARDIS began to hum once more.

The TARDIS materialized in the front yard of the Dunham apartment, its distinctive sound breaking the quiet of a serene Saturday morning.

Jim, recognizing the familiar noise, hurried to the door and flung it open just as Meredith and the Master stepped out.

"Meredith!" Jim exclaimed, relief flooding his face. He ran to her, pulling her into a tight hug. From inside the house, a sixteen-year-old girl, Tressa, stepped out, her expression a mix of confusion and worry.

Jim turned to Meredith, his voice shaking. "Where were you? I was so worried."

Meredith, feigning fear, let her voice quiver. "Last night... I just went outside to get some air. But then I saw them—those horrible creatures you're always warning us about. I—I'm sorry, Jim. I blinked, and suddenly I found myself in ancient England."

Jim's eyes widened in disbelief. "A Weeping Angel? You were attacked by a Weeping Angel?"

Before Meredith could respond, the Master interjected smoothly, a smug grin on his face. "Good thing I set a Quantum Vortex Tracking Field on all of you."

Jim turned to him, gratitude evident in his voice. "Thank you, Doctor. You saved her."

The Master gave a slight bow, his expression unreadable. Meredith glanced at him briefly, her lips pressing into a thin line as she avoided Tressa's questioning gaze.

"Doctor, come on, let's have breakfast," Jim said warmly.

The Master smirked. "Hmm! I hope you've got pancakes."

Jim chuckled. "You're in the right place, my friend. Come on in."

At the dining table, Tressa served pancakes drizzled with honey to the Master. As she placed the plate in front of him, she smiled shyly. The Master returned her smile, his charm undeniable.

Meredith stood abruptly, excusing herself. "I'm going to take a bath first."

The Master watched her leave before turning his attention to Jim. "So, Jim, have you decided on which university this young archaeologist here will attend?" He gestured toward Tressa with a grin.

Jim chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Doctor, I didn't realize my daughter's education was of cosmic importance to you."

The Master dabbed at his mouth with a napkin after savoring a bite of pancake. "Of course it is. Every small decision creates a ripple—leads to a butterfly effect."

Jim nodded, his expression thoughtful. "We're thinking of sending her to the U.S. You know, Columbia, Stanford, New York, Yale..."

The Master's gaze flicked toward Tressa at the mention of Yale, telepathically noting the spike in her brain activity.

Jim continued, unaware. "...Harvard, California. But at the end of the day, she's her own person. It's her choice."

The Master gave Tressa a playful wink. "Of course she is."

Tressa smiled, her tone confident. "Dad, I'll decide when the time comes."

The Master finished the last slice of his pancake and stood, brushing imaginary crumbs from his jacket. "The devil doesn't rest, and neither do I."

Jim's smile faltered. "You're leaving already?"

The Master gave a curt nod. "Sayonara. And say goodbye to Meredith for me."

Without another word, he stepped out and closed the door behind him