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There's nothing here but what here's mine.

This wasn't, exactly, how he had planned his return. He had expected to be on home turf, a place he understood and wanted to be. Surrounded by worshippers and already plotting. Not here with some strange man using the power he gave specifically to his followers to bring him back. The books of Saxon weren't meant to be public knowledge, they were his private notes, and yet this man decided to drag him into a world he didn't want to be in.

The Master always had a funny feeling that magic wasn't something he should of ever tried to toy with because as it stood, he didn't like where this was going. It defied the logic he knew.

Voldemort was a strange creature, a very unpleasant one at that. He looked sickly and his eyes were red like an albino. Still, he didn't say much on it, he'd looked worse himself and damages were just a sign of ambition and desire. It always took everything out of you, especially with humans.

The drums were raging in his head as he followed Voldemort into this meeting he'd decided to attend. He'd only been back a few days and already he seemed to of captured the imagination of this tiny little creature who was all but eager to introduce him.

An ancient ruler from another reality must of been interesting.

He didn't walk behind Voldemort, he kept in step, not willing to seem a lesser. Hey, the dark lord brought him here. If he was going to play with this merry band of psychopaths, he wanted to seem equal.

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It seemed like a very, very long time ago that Barty had been at Hogwarts, actually studying Astronomy. It had never been a field of particular interest to him, but he'd learned it all the same and spent the hours staring up at the sky, drawing star maps, all of it.

Maybe that was why it was coming back to him now as he looked at the sky and knew for a fact that those weren't the same stars he'd looked at back home. Even if they might behave exactly the same.

He leaned back on his elbows, tongue touching the corner of his mouth as he tried to track familiar constellations. This was so much more than he ever could have dreamed up.

He hadn't quite managed to get a TARDIS yet, that would take a very long trip to the end of the universe and he doubted he could find enough artron energy for that till he met the Doctor again. But luckily he had a laser screwdriver capable of being plugged into a haphazardly made little machine that sort of functioned like a TARDIS. Only not as good. He couldn't really sleep in it and he was still having to upgrade it every moment, he was worried that if the barrier failed Barty would just freeze to death as they floated together through space. Not very good, really.

Hence why he was currently lying under the console of the crappy machine, which was very open what with the lack of walls and everything, trying desperately to keep on top of it. Ironically, he was better off in the wizard world. He didn't really have a home here and he'd accidentally forgotten he was the most wanted man in Britain and America, so everyone knew his face. That's what he got for assassinating the president.

"Stay together, you piece of junk," the Maser growled at the control as he fiddled with two wires that were refusing to stay stuck, no matter how much crazy glue was applied. Well, you know, supplies were low these days. And he didn't have time to join Barty for leisurely star-gazing. "This thing is driving me mad! It needs more parts and Earth has nothing. I vote hotel tonight... unless you'd like to freeze to death and suffocates. That's all up to you. Personally, I've suffered worse."

There were many things Barty could have tried with his magic and his wand, from having them go undetected to possibly even helping out with the machine, but he had learned not to bring magic up unless he was asked. However, that didn't keep him from using a charm to keep himself warm. The Master could hardly object to that, especially since he hadn't told him.

"I'd rather not freeze to death and suffocate, if it's all the same to you, Master." Barty got on his feet and made his way over to the Master, inspecting the machine curiously. He wished he understood it better, but the truth was that he wasn't even beginning to comprehend. Maybe one day. "Hotel it is."

"Fine, be a killjoy," the Master said, yanking out two wires from the back and separating them so they fell into an emergency landing procedure. That way, the device would be planted firmly on the guard and locked until he did otherwise. Once the machine was hidden behind a bush and the cloaking device activated, the Master gave it a kick angry kick before strolling off ahead.

"Come on, lets get some money out."

And by get money out, he meant rig the ATM till he spat out nearly a thousand pounds of notes. Perfect for a descent hotel. Though, with this face, he couldn't really approach the desk. So, instead, he stuffed all the money into Barty's hands. "When we get there, go ask for a room for two nights. A double bed? It'll be cheaper."

Barty put the money away, starting to get used to the muggle currency. A lot easier to use than wizarding money, really. Especially when one went about getting it the way the Master did. It hadn't taken long to figure out that this wasn't the right way.

"Sure. But I'm not sleeping on the floor." Obviously he would if ordered, but making it a point anyway. He put his hands in his pocket and followed alongside the Master, wondering about a couple of things but most of them were probably better not brought up. "So why don't you want people here to see you? If someone recognizes you, should I kill them?"

"You could of asked nicely but fine, we can share," the Master rolled his eyes at the boy's casual order, trying not to get into an argument with him. Well, he said argument but it was usually just him yelling at Barty. It wasn't like he wanted to be best pals, he just had too much of a headache to assert his dominance tonight. Repairs did that to him.

"When I was last here, I got a little bit of negative attention because I didn't really like the American president. And so I destroyed him rather publicly on TV. I'm told you're not actually allowed to do that," But it was something he assumed would never come back to him but totally did. Annoying as hell. "Now the FBI, CIA, the police, the army, UNIT, Torchwood, the Doctor and all his merry band of men are after me for justice."

"Please, Master, may I share the bed with you? I'll even make myself useful while there if you want me to." He asked sincerely enough, because he was glad not to be yelled at and, well. It never hurt to be polite a little.

"Ah." Well, that sounded like an adventure. "I don't know about the president here, but I never liked Americans much. Can't imagine their president not deserving it." He looked at the Master and frowned. "What do you want me to say if people ask who you are?"

"See, that's how you ask," the Master mocked but he was going to let Barty pass this time, they'd just share like normal people. Maybe play around a little should the mood take him. He hadn't been in the mood for a while now, that was the downside with Time Lords. They were asexual by nature and when something came about that he needed doing, he would focus on that solely. Like his ship.

And finding the Doctor because he had to be here, somehow. Somewhere. "Names? Erm, call me John Smith. If they ask if I'm Harold or Harry Saxon then just pretend you have no idea who that is, okay?"

"Sorry, I was raised very wrong. Erratic manners." Barty smirked and nodded. John Smith. He was a wizard, so that name didn't really scream 'fake' as much as it might have been had he been more familiar with the naming conventions of the muggle world. "I can do that. Is there a chance of anyone recognizing my face?" He just liked to be prepared.

Now he looked back up at the sky, looking at the stars for some moments before talking again. "Can I get books somewhere?" He had a lot to learn.

"Odds are but if they do, just grin brightly, say you're the Doctor and basically act like an excited puppy," the Master explained simply with waving out his hand to indicate it didn't take much thought to pretend to be the Doctor. "Tell them you found me and you're handling me so they don't need to bother."

It may have seem an odd statement but in the context of their friendship, it really did work. The Doctor was his handler, in his own small way, the only one to reign him in. "Books? Well, we could. I need some new clothes anyway so while we have the time, why not?"

They were near the shopping center and the Master had drawn out more than enough to get some books, clothes and food.

"Fair enough," Barty agreed, though it really just made him want to ask more questions. But he knew better than to linger on the topic of the Doctor unless the Master was the one doing the lingering, so he'd just, as so often, roll with the punches.

He smiled at the prospect of books, although new clothes should probably be a thing as well. Or, really, anything but what he was wearing right now. "I probably need clothes too. Are there any books on technology here actually worth reading?"

Because he listened to what the Master said, even when he was talking to himself, and he had caught on to him not thinking very highly of the tech level around here.

The Master looked over his clothes before shrugging slightly, they weren't awful but they needed replacing. As they headed further into the city centre, the Master scanned around for the nearest clothes shop that didn't look formal. He couldn't wear a suit here, that's make him stick out. He had to slum it a little, get some rubbish cheap stuff.

"I can probably find some suited to your ... limited knowledge. You can start with Earth level tech and build up. But there aren't many books on the Gallifreyan level of technology and engineering. And if there was, you'd never be able to read it. So it's probably wise to start small," the Master pointed out, shoving Barty in the direction of a cheap clothes store.

They had hoodies for £10, which would do. The hood could come in handy. "Just grab anything that doesn't look too good, we're undercover and we can't afford to draw eyes to us."

Barty almost mentioned that for him, all of this didn't look too good, but he wisely refrained and just grabbed things that looked similar to what the Master was grabbing. Only a size or two bigger. Not that he'd point that out. It didn't take a genius to figure out why that wouldn't be a good idea.

"Start with Earth technology. I can do that." Barty didn't like the feeling of not really understanding a thing around him, so especially if they might be staying here a while, he wanted to study up on it all anyway. And he wanted to learn to be more useful. Especially since magic annoyed the Master.

It was rather awful but the Master settled for a black hoodie, black trousers and everything else that was black really. He didn't want to be seen and hopefully keeping himself normal would let him fly under the radar. Of course when this was over, he'd get them nicer clothes. Barty always looked better in something tailors anyway, as did he. The right clothes went a long way.

"We'll have to put these on next chance we get," The Master shoved the clothes into Barty's hands and gestured to the checkout. "go pay and then we'll find you some books. I think there's a bookshop around the corner but it's been a while since I shopped in London, it could be closed down by now.

Colours could hold a lot of meaning where he came from and Barty had always gravitated toward black, so it was no wonder that he copied the Master in that regard, too. If they'd actually be all that inconspicuous as two grown men walking around in all black, well, time would tell. For now he took the clothes and headed for the cash register, returning carrying two bags. He wasn't expecting the Master to carry anything.

"We're in London? Neat." It definitely looked familiar, but he hadn't spend that much time in Muggle London. Could have been any other city. Only, he reminded himself, this was a universe where magic and any of the people associated with it didn't exist. An eerie feeling, really. "That man out there keeps looking at you. Not sure if he fancies or recognizes you."

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There's nothing here but what here's mine.

Some time after they entered Whoverse.

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