Chapter 2 – The Rani's Story
Rani's POV
Still dressed in a black t-shirt, jeans and leather jacket I sat in a leather seat across from the Master. His smug face made me want to wipe it off his face, but I restrained myself. I might hate him, but I'd promised him a favour in exchange for my freedom from that blasted watch.
I'd been at the fall of Gallifrey when the great world burnt, they'd let me back home to develop weapons for helping fight the Daleks.
The way I felt when the worlds of Gallifrey and Skaro burnt…I couldn't describe it, but the fear I felt…I just ran, and ran and ran. Eventually I landed on Earth in the 1800's and used the Chameleon Arch to hide myself. The identity I took was one Gwyneth, maid for an undertaker named Mr Sneed. But the Cardiff rift locked onto my dormant physic talents and magnified them. To make matters worse I was separated from my watch.
Then the Doctor came and I died in that cellar, but I wasn't a genius for nothing. I'd built a safety system into my Tardis that transmatted me back to my Tardis, resuscitated me, transmatted the watch back and set up a new cover 200 years later, that of Gwen Cooper.
I then became involved in Torchwood and I hoped that my body would notice the watch, but she never did.
So I had to be rescued by the Master of all people, the man I hated completely, my feelings towards the Doctor had mellowed a bit after we comforted each other when our respective children died at the fall of Arcadia.
The war had realised feelings in me, those of compassion, guilt, remorse, regret. All the death I saw…it made me realise how precious life was.
I was still a brilliant scientist, but I now drew the line at something's, like live autopsies or developing diseases to see how bad they got. I'd done a lot of things I'm not proud of.
Now the face of my second body looked towards the man I both hated and although I wouldn't admit it was impressed by. To accomplish what he had was quite good for him.
But back to the present, The Master began to speak "So my dear Rani, I believe you owe me a favour" and I wasn't sure that it was possible his grin widened
I began to speak back "Well get on with it, I doubt I'll like it so let's just get it over with" I snapped
He pretended to look affronted and just laughed "What a mouth you've got my dear" he got up and walked around the table and right in front of me. Quick as a flash he roughly forced his mouth into mine and I pushed him off straight away and got to my feet glaring him at him
He laughed again and spoke in his annoying drawl "You taste as good as you look. Regeneration was good to you. But I'm a married man so let's get down to business, plenty of time for that later" a glint in his eye that disturbed me, I knew a least part of what he wanted. I knew that between the guards and his laser screwdriver I wouldn't have much of choice. I was as much a prisoner as the Torchwood 3 team.
But at least for a while, he sobered up and cracked on "As you know, there might be only three of us left in the whole universe. I want you to change that. I want you to use your brains in genetic engineering and cloning to make a new race of Timelords and ladies to carry on the race and dominate the Empire when it rises"
The task he'd set me was a quite a challenge but I love a challenge and it could ensure the future of our race and it might get him to stop thinking about…that
"All right but I'll need samples of your and the Doctor's DNA and lots of equipment" I said fixing him with an emotionless mask
"You'll have it and plenty of material to work with. But right now you stay where I can keep an eye on you" He said back and he went back behind his desk and pushed one of what I presumed was one of many concealed buttons. Two security guards came in and rather than let them drag me out I got up and walked towards the door they fell in step a short way behind me.
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