Advent Calendar 3 -- Rooftop (requested by see_a_panther)

Transport was troublesome when you didn’t have a TARDIS. You had to waste a lot of precious time worrying about it. He should have stolen the Doctor’s TARDIS. So it was that the Master found himself on a rooftop. One of those rooftops with a pool and a garden, in the middle of a city. He wouldn’t say he was stranded. Not exactly.

“Where’s your sleigh?”

The Master started and looked down at the little girl. “My sleigh?”

“It’s Christmas Eve and you’re on my rooftop. Aren’t you Santa?” She frowned. “Why aren’t you fat and jolly?”

The Master stared.