"I met Oh. Years ago."
The Master had imagined that MI6 would be an entertaining organization to sink his hands into, but he was incredibly disappointed to realize how utterly boring it was. It was constant paperwork, analyzing easy puzzles that had simple answers, and following the orders of stupid humans who had no idea who he truly was.
He had forgotten how tedious it could be to maintain a disguise and Agent O was meant to be a perfect disguise, which made the work into maintaining the man's human identity all the more tedious.
The Master very nearly started another World War out of boredom. It would be so easy to feed the wrong information to these fools and organize the beginnings of a brutal war that would rip this stupid boring world apart. But that would reveal his hand far too soon and he was waiting.
It wasn't time yet, but it wouldn't be much longer. He could feel it in the air. The Doctor was coming and when he did, the Master would finally be able to play.
A fic where the Eleventh Doctor meets Agent Oh. Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic.
Words: 1762, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)
- Rating: General Audiences
- Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories: Gen, M/M
- Characters: Eleventh Doctor, The Master (Dhawan)
- Relationships: Eleventh Doctor/The Master (Dhawan), The Doctor/The Master (Doctor Who), The Doctor & The Master (Doctor Who), Eleventh Doctor & The Master (Dhawan)
- Additional Tags: Shippy Gen, POV The Master (Doctor Who)
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