A/N: The chibi's made me write this! I didn't have chibi's before this fic, but they invaded my room, and forced me to write this with their unending cuteness. So I did, But they won't leave! ((looks over at chibi's with worry))...Did anyone know there were chibi!Daleks? Oh yes, as the chibi's made me write this it is henceforth declared as pure and utter crack, with a side helping of silly.

The worst had come to the worst and there had been no other choice. Despite everyone's fears, Martha Jones proceeded to The Vault, with the intention of using the Osterhagen Key. Said Key had only been a recent discovery by UNIT, found after Saxon had been killed on Valiant. Of course, while Jack knew when the Key had been found, Martha had not been privy to this information, and as such, her only fear was that whatever weapon hidden in the fault, since she was sure it was a weapon, would not be enough to fight against the Daleks.

She made her way to the Vault in silence, fearing that speaking out loud would bring her to death sooner rather than later. The Vault was, as the name suggests, a vault, rather big and black on the outside. While it seemed like there was no way to open this door, there in fact was. A small rectangular slot, the same colour as the vault door, in which the Osterhagen Key would fit. Martha paused only for a short while before putting the Key into it's slot. There was a noise, rather like a clunk, and the door slowly began to open.

"Martha Jones, the faithful companion," the mocking voice came in a soft tone.

"But you're dead," Martha gasped, moving away from the door. "I saw you die," she said, stepping away from the door even further. "You're meant to be dead."

"Oh, am I not?" the voice responded, coming out of the Vault. The Master smirked. "What a pity."

XXX

It all looked grim, with no way out, as the Doctor faced down Davros, creator of the Daleks, for the first time since the beginning of the Time War. "Why can't this just end?" he asked sadly, feeling for some odd reason, over melodramatic. "The war ended, it was meant to be over."

"Bad things live and good things end, isn't that always the way, Doctor?" The Master asked, looking slightly to right to where the Doctor was standing. "Call it fate, call it bad luck, call it, oh, a paradox?" he said, looking up, avoiding the Doctor's gaze. A paradox? Surely he couldn't be suggesting… "Like my little machine, do you remember Doctor? All you have to do was break the core, and it was over…" the Master continued ranting.

"You will silence yourself," Davros commanded, pointing his robotic hand at the Master. The Doctor clicked as to what the Master had been about.

"Well, he might but I won't. See Time Lords, we're good at talking," the Doctor rambled, walking around Davros, who motioned for his Daleks to remain still. "Another thing we're good at, is being very, very clever,"

"Says he who only just passed the classes," the Master pointed out, causing the Doctor to shush him.

"But one thing I'm particularly good at is pressing buttons," at this point the Doctor has reached a rather large red button. "Especially great big red threatening buttons that should never ever be pressed, because, I just do this." And with that he reached out and slammed his hand down on the button, causing Davros to scream out.

The Master grinned. "Reset."

XXX

After it was all done, the Children of Time and the two Time Lords stood in the Tardis, the Earth restored, the Daleks stopped, and Gallifrey and the Time Lords restored to their former glory. Rose grinned over at the Doctor, her eyes glistening with happiness. The Doctor grinned a similar grin to Rose, equally happy that she had returned. The Master sighed and rolled his eyes, what had happened to his old enemy? He never would have grinned that sappily at a companion back in the old days.

"Well that's the day saved. Now how about you all pop off to get chips, and I'll return to Gallifrey, grab a Tardis, and be on my merry way," the Master suggested, smirking at the group at large. The Doctor turned to him.

"You helped to save the world," he reminded his best enemy with a humour filled grin. The Master groaned.

"Does this mean I have to join your little team? Be a goodie-goodie?" He looked disgusted with the prospect. The Doctor thought the prospect over, before looking equally at odds with the idea. "Thought not."

"But you're a Time Lord yeah? Savin' worlds is your whole thing right?" Rose asked, looking confused. The Master stared at her, before turning to look at the Doctor who had the decency to look embarrassed. The rest of the group who were in the know - namely Sarah Jane; Jack and Martha - also looked embarrassed.

"Rose I don't think…" he began before the Master loudly interrupted him.

"And you travelled with her?!"