Author's Note: Finally! The third book in the series! It took me some time to get over my exams and vacation, but now I have a little time before school. So I promise speedy updates for at least some time. P.S. I'm still getting used to the features of Fanfiction and writing styles so there might be slight editing changes in older stories and some newer styles in this one. Well that's it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, but like everybody, I wish I did. :(

"But this is fantastic isn't it. The Timelords restored" mused the Master.

"You weren't there in the final days of the war!" retorted the Doctor. "You never saw what was born. But if the time lock's broken then everything is coming through. Not just the Daleks but the Skaro Degradations. The Horde of Travesties. The Nightmare Child. The Could've Been King with his Armies of Meanwhiles and Neverweres! The War turned into hell! And that's what you've opened, right above the Earth. Hell is descending!"

"My kind of world!"

"Just Listen! Because even the Timelords can't survive that!"

"We will initiate the Final Sanction!" said Rassilon. "The End of Time will come, at my hand! The rupture will continue until it rips the Time Vortex apart!"

"That's suicide!"

"We will ascend to become creatures of consciousness alone. Free of these bodies, free of Time, and cause and effect, while creation itself ceases to be."

"You see now?" asked the Doctor, annoyed by the Master's stupidity. "That's what they were planning, in the final days of the war. I had to stop them!"

"Then…" the Master mused, savouring the idea, completely ignoring the Doctor. "Take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory!"

"You are diseased," Rassilon said, spitting out the words as if he felt like squashing out all the diseased. "Be it a disease of our own making. No more." He raised his Gauntlet preparing to eradicate the Master, only to find the Doctor in his way.

The Doctor cocked Wilf's gun at Rassilon. "Choose your enemy well" Rassilon warned. "We are many, The Master is but one."

The Master, sensing the conversation getting out of hand, stepped in. "But he's the President. Kill him, and Gallifrey could be yours!" The Doctor, who had been listening patiently, now cocked the gun at the Master. "He's to blame, not me!" he shouted, but then realisation dawned.

"Oh… the link is inside my head. Kill me, the link gets broken, they go back." He waited while the Doctor stood there, making his choice. One he had always solved immediately, but now honestly didn't know what to do. "You never would, you coward!" the Master spat, now disgusted; neither he nor the Doctor noticing a bubble forming around them.

"He wouldn't" said someone from behind them. Someone who shouldn't have existed anymore.

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