The Three Masters
The Three Masters by Danny Nicol Rat tat tat tat! Rat tat tat tat! Rat tat tat tat! Rat tat tat tat! The heartbeat of a Time Lord… the Untempered Schism… the trauma of Gallifrey…the abuse of childhood, the torment of the Academy….the unceasing, constant rage, burning within… Rat tat tat tat! “Oi, Master, get out the bath!” intoned the Yorkshire accent of the personage knocking fiercely on the bathroom door. “When I said you could come and stay in my TARDIS till you were less damaged, I didn’t mean you could hog the bathroom to the exclusion of Yaz and me.” “Oh crack a smile, Doctor,” chided the Master, “Not often gender stereotypes get reversed in this TARDIS. Anyway I’ve got to make the most of my good looks.” “You’ve five minutes. Any longer and I dump you on the next available planet!” He chuckled at the idle threat and relaxed back in the bath. Steam rose. Suds foamed on his golden-brown limbs....