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The Master hates Wednesdays.
It's 3:48 am on a Thursday, but it's still part of Wednesday night on the human calender. The Master paces the floor, a restless and relentless circle, his shoes tapping out a steady beat that doesn't drown out the one in his head.
Spaghetti night. What an absurdly stupid concept. It's just a ritual - a way for Captain Jack Harkness to get time with the Doctor, his Doctor. He had his chance and he has a companion of his own. Why can't he just back off and leave the two of them alone?
Simple.
It isn't just about Captain Harkness and what he wants. It's about the Doctor and the fact that he enjoys fraternizing with the two of them - the Captain and his human companion.
The Master punches in a code on the far wall of the room and waits for the door to open. It may not be real, that thing that lies beyond, but it's cathartic to watch it bleed and hear it beg all the same.