The Master Returns
The Master Returns
Katrina Lycanthrope sat on a park bench in the park near the flat she inhabited temporarily in Cardiff, trying to decide what kind of chapter the day's chapter would be. It could be so many things, but she honestly had no clue what to choose. So, she decided on the one that seemed most easily doable. She'd bring back the white kitten.
"Wait a minute…" she said aloud, causing one of the passers by to pause and look at her. "No, not you," Katrina said and the man who had stopped nodded, walking away. "I already told everyone who the white kitten was. It's not going to be any fun if I bring him back… and I couldn't end my chapter with the traditional 'soon' thing I usually end it with. Damn, that is disappointing."
But, still, she had no other option, as she was way too lazy to come up with something entirely new, having been involved in a Heroes marathon all day and, therefore, her thoughts were more focused on creating an OC to end up with the serial killer then on the possible creation of a new idea for this story. And, she wasn't able to think in non-run-on sentences. Which made her kind of angry.
"I suppose I have no other choice. I have to bring him back. Time to go visit the Ponds," she sighed, standing up slowly. "Allons-y."
Katrina skipped up the steps to the front door of the Ponds' house and rapped her knuckles against it sharply in a manner that was similar to the drums. It was only a moment before the door opened.
"Hello, can I help you?" asked Rory and Katrina smiled. She was really quite glad Rory had answered the door. She really didn't enjoy Amy all that much…
"Yes, hello, I would like to speak to your cat if that isn't a problem," Katrina requested and Rory blinked several times. If Katrina had been a weeping angel, she would have definitely been able to kill him by now.
"You want to…what?"
"Speak with your cat. Can I talk to Harold?" she asked, standing on her tiptoes to look over Rory's shoulder and into the house.
"Um," he said, giving Katrina an odd look.
"Fantastic!" she said, pushing past the long-nosed man and waltzing into the living room. "Master?"
"Harold is your master?" Rory asked, following her into the living room.
"Nope," Katrina said, "though I wouldn't mind if he was… his real name is the Master."
Just then, a small, fluffy, white kitten came padding into the room and over to Katrina.
"There you are!" the writer squealed, reaching down and lifting the kitten up, hugging him to her chest and getting white cat fur all over her Tardis-blue tank-top. "It is fantastic to see you! How've you been?"
"You're talking to my cat?" Rory gaped, having undoubtedly doubted that Katrina would actually talk to the kitten.
"He's not really a cat. He's actually a Time Lord, and I'm here to change him back," Katrina said, continuing to snuggle with the Master. She couldn't help herself for two reasons. The first was that the Master was her favorite character, and the second was, well, she just really liked cats. The Master mewed contentedly.
"My wife's cat is a Time Lord?"
"Yes." Katrina reluctantly set the Master down and stepped back a step, snapping her fingers. In place of the fluffy white kitten sat the Master, who was smiling devilishly.
"Hi," he said exuberantly and Rory opened his mouth, closing it, opening it, and then closing it, before feinting.
"You broke him," Katrina commented offhandedly, not really caring that Rory had feinted due to the presence of her favorite character other then the Doctor.
"And I care?" the Master asked with a smirk. Katrina snickered.
"Well, I'm not quite sure what to do next, but I suppose we should just leave. If Amy found us here with her husband, who knows what she'd do…" she said, and the Master laughed, the psychotic sound making Katrina's heart stop. He was just so fantastic. "Oh holy shit!" Katrina gasped suddenly, "I'm starting to sound like Eccleston!"
"What's an Eccleston?" the Master frowned and Katrina, vaguely distraught over the amount of times she'd said the word 'fantastic' since the beginning of the chapter, shrugged.
"Does it even matter?"
"I suppose not…" the Master amended and Katrina sighed.
"Fantastic," she said and then winced before shaking it off. "Let's get out of here before-"
"Hey, who are you and why are you-" Amy started, having walked down the stairs to see what all the yelling was about.
"Run!" Katrina yelled, grabbing the Master by the wrist and running away from the irritable ginger before she could finish her sentence. She didn't look back until they were far away, and then proceeded to take the Master out for ice cream in order to celebrate his return to normality.