Chapter 2
"HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!" shouted the Doctor, completely baffled.
"WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?!" shouted the Master, annoyed.
"WHO DO YOU THINK?!" shouted the Doctor back, brandishing his screwdriver. "NEW FACE!"
"Oh, oh, oh..." said the Master, rolling his eyes and shaking his head with that wry, maniacal smile. "The little Doctor has come back to spoil all of my fun again. To be honest, I'm not sure how you found me. I hid myself quite well. The last time you saw me, I was killed when I burned up my life force. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not dead anymore. I'm sick of you managing to pop in every single time I want to try and do something."
"I came back, but I'm not about to tell you how. And you would think," he added, tapping his finger on his head, "that the drumming would be gone now, right? Well, IT'S NOT! IT'S STILL HERE, JUST LIKE ALWAYS!" With that, he reached down to the control panel and pulled down a lever.
"AH!" The Doctor cried out, sinking to his knees as an immense amount of electricity coursed through him through the floor. He could see the arcs popping and jumping all over his body. Then he noticed where they were the strongest: the hand that held his sonic screwdriver.
"I suggest you drop it if you want the pain to stop. It only hurts if you're touching something metallic" said the Master, grinning maniacally.
"No." said the Doctor, clenching his teeth from the pain. He tried to adjust his grip to hold his screwdriver by its leather grip, but that had no effect.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to give you a little extra incentive." The Doctor looked over to the far wall of the room, where a large glass containment chamber stood. It was flooded with fog, and several tubes and cords could be seen coming out of it. The fog began to clear slightly, and the Doctor recognized the young man strapped inside.
"SEAN!" The Doctor cried out, then doubled over from the pain of the electricity.
"Don't bother; he can't hear you. It seems that he just couldn't resist going in after you. Too bad he neglected my little booby trap transport system. Pathetic. They're just little puppies, following you around. Now, this one is about to be my first test subject."
"Leave him alone," said the Doctor through gritted teeth. He was incredibly close to giving in to the pain.
"Oh Doctor, you know as well as I do that that's not going to happen. Besides, you don't even know what I'm going to do with him. Not that I mind telling you, since you're clearly incapacitated right now. Look around you, Doctor. The Silurians did love to experiment, which makes it quite a bit easier to do what I want to do. Too bad they abandoned this facility decades ago."
"What- are going to do?" asked the Doctor, still doubled over in pain.
"Look around you, Doctor! I'm going to bring back the Time Lords." He smiled again, his insanity plain on every corner of his face. "They might be physically gone, but I can still steal ideas and minds. I found a way to retrieve minds from the Time Vortex that we thought had been lost. All I need are human vessels for them, and I can bring back an army of Time Lords. I will be the first thing that they see, and they will have to bow down to me as the rightful king of a resurrected race! Of course, if they won't bow down to me, then I'll just have to kill them. And I'll make sure their new bodies can't regenerate."
"You don't have to do this! It will never work! They're gone. You can't reawaken a dead race like this. You have to face the facts!"
"Too late! And if it doesn't work, then your friend dies anyway! Oh well!" With that, the Master pulled down another lever, setting into motion a series of other processes. They heard a clunking sound from inside the chamber, and then it began to flood with a golden light.
"AAAH!" the Doctor cried out, finally letting his screwdriver drop to the floor, where it was instantly held in place by the magnetized floor. The electricity instantly stopped flowing through him. He ran over to the Master, pushing him into a choke hold against the control panel.
"STOP IT! NOW!" he yelled, his face showing the full fury of a 1200-year-old Time Lord.
"It's too late now!" sputtered out the Master.
"THERE HAS TO BE A WAY!" the Doctor yelled, throwing the Master against the wall.
"Well, there isn't! You'll just make everything worse if you try to mess with it now." The Master stood rubbing his neck as the Doctor frantically looked over the control panel, trying to learn the workings of it and figure out a way to stop or undo the process. He refused to believe that he was helpless to stop his friend from being taken over by another mind, leaving the Sean he once knew lost forever.
Suddenly, the glass of the chamber began to crack, right in the places where the shafts of golden light were beaming through. Quickly, the cracks spread, before finally the pressure inside caused the glass to shatter. Then, out of the fog, the figure that had been Sean walked forward, after bending down for a brief second as if to retrieve an item that he had dropped. He walked forward in an almost trance-like gait, like some powerful being awakening from a long slumber. They could now see that the golden light was streaming out of his face, turning the fog billowing from the now broken chamber into golden clouds enveloping the room.

When he was only a few feet from the Master, the fog and light around his face cleared, and he spoke.
"Good Gallifrey, you are thick." Then Sean swung a hard right punch right straight into the Master's face.
"W-What?!" The Master stared at Sean fearfully. "I- I'm your king! I brought you back, saved you from being lost forever in the Time War!"
"Again, you are thicker than thick. You didn't retrieve me, because I never went anywhere." Then, he turned to the Doctor, after straightening the collar on his black jacket, the silver buttons on the epaulets seeming to gleam from the effect of the fog. "Doctor, the entire time I've been traveling with you," he said, pulling a fob watch out of his pocket, "I've been right here."