Clara is the Master AU! || Open to any Doctors (pretty please someone)

short-and-bossy:

Miss Oswald. It was almost enough to make her laugh, but somehow the Master kept her composure. She lead him into her home, closing the door behind him and subtly locking it as she did so. “Have a seat.” She said casually, waving a hand to one of the chairs as she moved to grab the kettle from the cupboard. Filling it with water, a hand flicked on the flame of the stove top  on high, setting the kettle on to boil. The girl plopped a few tea bags inside and pushed them into the water with a wooden spoon before turning to rest on the counter. 

“So Doctor,” The name burned on her lips to say it in such a friendly voice. Once long ago the Master would have had no problem calling the Doctor friend, and quite frankly she wasn’t surprised the human form of her would have gravitated towards him, but with her memories back, the very sight of him sent her blood boiling with hatred.  ”What have you been getting up to in my absence?” Rosy lips flashed a toothy grin, keeping her act up. “Not getting yourself in too much trouble I hope?” As she spoke her fingers subconsciously tapped rhythmic patterns on the counter top behind her. Since the drumming in her head had served it’s purpose to the Gallifreyan High Council it’s signal had faded, but old habits die hard. 

The kettle didn’t take long to boil, and frankly the Master cared little for the tea’s flavor. It’s purpose wasn’t exactly for drinking. Turning her back to him the girl fixed two cups, pouring the liquid inside as she waited for his reply. She didn’t need to be Clara Oswald to know how the Doctor took his tea, fixing it up just the way he liked, however this time there was an extra ingredient this time. Taking a bottle of aspirin as she grabbed the sugar, the Master scraped a small amount of dust into the tea, not enough to kill the Time Lord, but mixed with just a small amount of sleep aid he would be out cold in seconds, allowing her more time to plan what she was going to do with him. Turning again she placed his cup in front of him and raised her own. “Cheers.” She waited watching his cup to see him take a sip, and again nails tapped measures of four in anticipation. 

“Well…” He flashed a smile, grinning as his tongue placed itself between his teeth, a bit like Rose used to do. Something he got from herself after the woman left him. “You know I try to avoid trouble. But it seems to be my middle name, sort of.” The Doctor crossed his arms, looking around from his seat. Her house was comfortable, the design pattern a bit like her room in the TARDIS.

His eyes followed the woman as she put the kettle on to boil. It had been a long time since he didn’t have a nice cup of tea, with all the recent running the Time Lord had gotten himself in. So this afternoon with Clara wasn’t usual, but it was turning out to be really nice.

They had a bit of chat before the water boiled, and she got herself working on preparing the tea. He had offered to help, but she refused, so the Doctor just waited. From the moment she places the cup in front of him, he didn’t hesitated to take it. From the smell, he could tell that it was just like he loved. Lifting his eyebrows at her with a grin, the Doctor raised his cup a few inches and replied. “Cheers.”

He took a sip and shook his head. “Hm, delicious.” Snapping his tongue, he was trying to identify the bland taste a bit different in the liquid. But he didn’t have time to do much. Frowning, his eyes were at Clara when his mouth opened. “What is this dif—“

The Doctor wasn’t able to finish the sentence before collapsing; realizing what was happening to his body half second later before everything went black.