And Strike the Time Lords Dead
"We need the Moment!" Growled one of the council members. She paced around the table and eyed the General expecting an answer.
The General glared at her before replying, "You know that the Moment is a dangerous weapon with a conscience! It can judge you and the minute it finds a fault in you, it will kill you on the spot!"
The woman should have been intimidated, but stood her ground instead. "He used it, so that means that we can as well!"
"He has gone too far!" Yelled another of the council members. "He has defiled a fixed point in time!"
"And not only that," continued another. "The Master is still alive! He was destined to die whilst Gallifrey returned to its rightful place. Not only has the Doctor messed with two fixed points in time, he is reunited with the most diseased Time Lord." He looked at the General. "We need the Moment."
The General considered this. Just a while ago all of the Doctor's incarnations saved Gallifrey in a Time Lock; and now, this version of the Doctor (mind you, one of the ones he spoke with during the Time Lock imprisonment) had just sent back his own planet back to the Time War. Did he really miss his home planet?
The General nodded, "Alright then. We go and retrieve the Moment." And with that, the General and the three council members headed towards where they had placed the Moment.
In the Cloisters.
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The Doctor slowly opened his eyes, trying to get used to the bright light. Once the white blur was gone and the ringing in his ears disappeared, he put himself in a sitting position and looked around. Everything was destroyed; nothing had any apparent use anymore. The desks and chairs were all splintered and scattered all around. There were translucent shards of glass dispersed around from the ceiling and windows. Then he found the Master on his back lying on the ground. Miraculously enough, there weren't any shards of glass under him by the looks of him. The Doctor hurried towards his side and looked him over.
He had a few scratches, nothing drastic. He checked his pulse. Good, both hearts were working perfectly fine. Then he grabbed a hold of his hand and saw scorch marks. His life force burned his hands from when he shot the White Point Star out of existence. He hadn't thought this would happen. He touched the scorch marks lightly with his index and middle finger. It was second-degree burn. With the help of the Tardis' power and the Master's strength, the burns would be gone. Nothing to worry about.
He felt the Master stir and he dropped his hand. The Master shook his head and opened his eyes quickly. Survival instinct, the Doctor noticed. The Master surveyed his surroundings carefully. When he saw the Doctor, he hit his head back on the floor and groaned.
"Nice to see you too," the Doctor mumbled. He stood up and offered a hand to his counterpart. The Master waved it off and stood up on his own.
"Are we still on Earth?" The Master managed to say before coughing.
"What? Are you not satisfied that you didn't get to become a God? Wait, let me guess… You didn't want to die on planet full of stupid apes." He paused. "Am I right?"
"You are completely in the wrong." The Master concluded. "I thought we were sucked into the Time Lock. I thought we were back on Gallifrey. I thought we were back in the Time War."
The Doctor quickly looked down at his shoes. "Oh, I didn't know. Sorry about that." He apologized.
"How would you know? You can't read my mind," the Doctor gave him a look. "Well, not now." Then they both heard four powerful knocks.
Both Time Lords turned their gaze at the radiation booth. Inside that booth, was poor old Wilfred. He waved at them. "They gone, then?"
"Your companion is stuck. What is the Almighty Doctor going to do?" The Master mocked.
The Doctor ignored his remark and walked to the booth. "Why, Wilfred?" He looked over the booth. "There's no other way… I'm going in there."
The Master widened his eyes at that. "Uh, no you're not!"
"Then how will I get him out?" The Doctor asked. "What other way is there?"
The Master laughed, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Uh, hello! You have me here! I can help you, you know."
The Doctor held in a snicker. "Oh yeah? How exactly are you going to help me and Wilfred?"
Wilfred watched quietly but nodded his head slowly, letting the Master know to proceed with his 'plan'.
The Master swiftly walked to a keyboard and typed rapidly. Wilfred stared at him, astonished while the Doctor stared unimpressed. Once the Master was done, a loud beeping sound rang around the room and booth's door opened automatically. Wilfred quickly got out and hugged the Master.
"Thank you so much!" He said as he hugged him tighter.
The Master looked at the Doctor and mouthed the word 'help'. The Doctor smirked and gently tapped Wilfred's shoulder. Wilfred looked at the Doctor.
"I don't think our friend here really likes to hug." He nodded towards the Master, who was still trying to make out the situation.
"Oh, sorry about that," Wilfred then let go of him and backed away a bit. The Master rolled his shoulders, causing them to pop.
"Ah, much better!" He sighed. Then he glanced at the Doctor. "So, what do we do now?"
"What do you mean?" The Doctor inquired, raising an eyebrow. "We travel!"
"And me?" Wilfred asked quietly. Both Time Lords looked at him.
The Doctor smiled. "Well, you go back home with Sylvia, Shaun, and Donna."
Wilfred hugged the Doctor and let the tears fall. He didn't know why he was crying but he just did. The Doctor comforted him by patting his back. The Master watched from afar with his arms crossed.
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"Sir, I do not think we should be down here," stated one of the council members, his name was Adrin. He walked behind the other council members, their names being Rayta and Clasnim.
"If you did not think this was a good idea, then why did you come?" Rayta retorted. Clasnim smirked. They kept walking until they made it to the Cloisters.
"Keep at the edge," warned the General. "If you walk past that, you will be stuck there for eternity." The three Time Lords nodded. They all walked along the edges until they were in front of a small golden and bronze box with intricate designs.
"Is that the Moment?" Adrin asked naively. Rayta nodded in fascination.
"We are here for your help, Moment." The General proclaimed. "We need you!"
"Hush up. Let me sleep." Replied a voice.
"Is that you?" Clasnim whispered.
"What the Moment? Are you expecting to see me?" The voice paused, then continued. "You need me? For what purpose exactly? If it is to commit genocide, I strongly advise you four to go away."
"No, it isn't exactly for that," the General responded nervously.
"Then what is it for?"
"The Doctor has gone too far. And now he is reunited with the Master. If those two aren't separated soon enough, the Universe would be doomed with their stupidity and inexperience!" The General boldly stated.
If the Moment had a mouth, they would have been smirking at this Time Lord's primitive knowledge. Yes, Time Lords were powerful but in the presence of the Moment they were useless. Just like humans.
"You want me to punish them?" They asked, waiting for an answer.
The General hesitated before responding, "No, we want you to kill them."