.Tristan.
More words were exchanged between the two men, there was an introduction--Mr. Masters, the name of the stranger--a short explanation, and then Tristan was, for the first time in his life, walking out the door of his home of eighteen years.
It was dizzying, the world outside his front door. Filled with sound and noise and words that he had only read in books and smells--and it was bright. So bright. He squinted, forgetting for a minute that he was not outside of his own free will, until a firm hand was placed on his shoulder, guiding him.
He was confused, too. Confused as to why this Mr. Masters was the one to take him out into the world. The little explanation he had been given was not enough, though he was hesitant to ask any questions--today did not seem like a questioning sort of day, only a listening sort.
The blood was still on his finger, though now it was dried and cracked.
.The Master.
It had been surprisingly smooth, getting his genetic safe from its incubators, and he was very pleased with himself. Now, the fun part was getting back to 1993 with said genetic safe, who was very busy taking in all the newness of everything.
He would have thought that the kid would at least be exposed to some parts of culture, though it seemed even there the research lab wa lacking. As long as the kid didn't go getting ideas into his head, though, everything was going to be fine. Perfectly fine...
Maybe not. The Doctor. Of course he would be roaming the city. Naturally. Nothing was ever problem free. The Master began steering the kid away from the Time Lord, back in the direction of the Tardis. Maybe, just maybe, he could manage to steal it away without the doctor realizing he was even gone.
More words were exchanged between the two men, there was an introduction--Mr. Masters, the name of the stranger--a short explanation, and then Tristan was, for the first time in his life, walking out the door of his home of eighteen years.
It was dizzying, the world outside his front door. Filled with sound and noise and words that he had only read in books and smells--and it was bright. So bright. He squinted, forgetting for a minute that he was not outside of his own free will, until a firm hand was placed on his shoulder, guiding him.
He was confused, too. Confused as to why this Mr. Masters was the one to take him out into the world. The little explanation he had been given was not enough, though he was hesitant to ask any questions--today did not seem like a questioning sort of day, only a listening sort.
The blood was still on his finger, though now it was dried and cracked.
.The Master.
It had been surprisingly smooth, getting his genetic safe from its incubators, and he was very pleased with himself. Now, the fun part was getting back to 1993 with said genetic safe, who was very busy taking in all the newness of everything.
He would have thought that the kid would at least be exposed to some parts of culture, though it seemed even there the research lab wa lacking. As long as the kid didn't go getting ideas into his head, though, everything was going to be fine. Perfectly fine...
Maybe not. The Doctor. Of course he would be roaming the city. Naturally. Nothing was ever problem free. The Master began steering the kid away from the Time Lord, back in the direction of the Tardis. Maybe, just maybe, he could manage to steal it away without the doctor realizing he was even gone.
