Her name was Susan Foreman; it might as well be with her original name lost to the winds of time and her original face long broken under a falling boulder.
His name is also long forgotten, by deliberate force of will more then anything else… When she asks he tries to remember and eventually comes up with a “k” which it might have started with.
The Doctor probably remembers both of their names; he’s odd like that, the winds of time blowing over him just as smoothly as they roll her and him aside.
The Doctor would probably know the Master on sight, even though he is now blonde, tall, charming and completely beardless, his cackle is awful and he looks extremely bad in any kind of cape, like a child playing superhero instead of a proper villain that lurks in the night.
Susan however… She’s grown, changed… Ash blonde hair down to her shoulders, dark eyes and a certain leaning towards red, towards chuckling at mayhem, towards capes, towards destruction and chaos and her or her love ruling over a thousand planets and burning them at will.
It’s enough to tear rough gasps out of her throat, and he just looks at her and smiles.
The Doctor would recognise the Master, he always des… But his granddaughter? The one who kisses his foe so sweetly? The one who dances in the ashes of burning worlds? He would barely know her… She barely knows herself anymore.
Future!Susan Foreman/Future!Master
His name is also long forgotten, by deliberate force of will more then anything else… When she asks he tries to remember and eventually comes up with a “k” which it might have started with.
The Doctor probably remembers both of their names; he’s odd like that, the winds of time blowing over him just as smoothly as they roll her and him aside.
The Doctor would probably know the Master on sight, even though he is now blonde, tall, charming and completely beardless, his cackle is awful and he looks extremely bad in any kind of cape, like a child playing superhero instead of a proper villain that lurks in the night.
Susan however… She’s grown, changed… Ash blonde hair down to her shoulders, dark eyes and a certain leaning towards red, towards chuckling at mayhem, towards capes, towards destruction and chaos and her or her love ruling over a thousand planets and burning them at will.
It’s enough to tear rough gasps out of her throat, and he just looks at her and smiles.
The Doctor would recognise the Master, he always des… But his granddaughter? The one who kisses his foe so sweetly? The one who dances in the ashes of burning worlds? He would barely know her… She barely knows herself anymore.
Simm!Master/Susan Foreman, Delgado!Master/Susan Foreman, Delgado!Master/Liz Shaw