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"Couldn't you have brought us anywhere a bit more interesting?"

By 'more interesting', the Master really meant a planet with anything at all he could use to hide or escape from the Doctor. This one, with fields of purple grass as far even a Time Lord eye could see, did not fit that criteria. There was also the larger problem that the planet's atmosphere was not breathable. The two of them were lying in that grass in an atmosphere created by the TARDIS' extending its defense shields, although the Master had insisted on keeping a considerable distance from the Doctor. They were supposed to be cloudgazing-- Kelboros-5 was famous for its semi-sentient cloud formations manifesting a low-level psychic field, which would metamorphose them in response to faint psychic cues from the minds of visitors. Those with a bit of telepathic skill could control these clouds, to some extent, and it was considered an art in some cultures.

But the Master's eyes were continually drawn to the TARDIS. It was locked up, of course; else-wise the Master would have been long gone from this planet by now, and the Doctor would be asphyxiating slowly. The idea thrilled him.

Above their heads, the clouds morphed into a cruel-beaked bird swooping down on a snake, catching it in its talons and shaking fiercely.

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He fought with all he had, but it simply wasn't enough, and it wasn't long until he was on his hands and knees, gulping in huge breaths of air not far from the TARDIS.

The currently left open door of the TARDIS.

The Master went still for a moment, grinning, before he clambered to his feet and bolted for the ship.

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Sighing softly the Doctor held up his hand and clicked his fingers, the door to the TARDIS swinging closed before the Master could get inside.

Sighing softly he shook his head, "Nice try, but not fast enough."

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The Master thudded against the closed doors, unable to stop himself. He began pummeling them out of pure frustration before sagging against them, panting. The Doctor couldn't have... He whipped himself around, his back to the TARDIS doors, a look of defeat mixed with horror on his face. There was something very familiar about all of this, but it didn't surprise him. Their altercations always seemed to end similarly.

"I see you've picked up some new tricks," he said acidly, once he'd gotten his breath back.

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"What? That old thing?" He looked at the Master and shrugged his shoulders, "That's nothing really, just a fun little thing I can do."

Slowly the Doctor walked towards him, a slightly smug smile upon his face. He moved to the door and held it open, waiting for the Master to join them inside the TARDIS.

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He considered, briefly, remaining where he was. But he didn't much want a repeat of what had occurred last time he'd refused to go in the TARDIS. So the Master got up, grumbling, and trudged over the threshold.

"This isn't going to last, you realize." He'd escape, sooner or later. The Doctor had to know that.

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With a sigh the Doctor nodded. Of course he knew that this wouldn't last, but he could hope that it would, couldn't he? With a soft sigh he followed the Master into the TARDIS, closing the door behind them.

"Right, well I need to get milk, we've run out." So Earth bound they were.