A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this up, but I've also been working on my parody of 'Young Frankenstein: The Musical.' Plus, I also had jury duty this week, so I haven't had the time/energy to write. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: See the previous chapters.

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One week later…

Lucy lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling of her hotel room. The news was on, but Lucy barely noticed it (something about efforts to repair damages from the 'terrorist' bombings and attack on the military base outside the city earlier that day), as she was too busy going over the events of that day on the Valiant for the trillionth time.

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Lucy stood on the upper level of the Valiant's conference room, staring out the window where just moments ago, she had seen hundreds of the Toclafane spheres- she couldn't think of them as humans- had vanished as the paradox machine was destroyed. She could hear the Doctor behind her, explaining to Jones and her family how being at 'the eye of the storm' had prevented them from having their memories of the last year erased. Suddenly, there was a commotion, and she turned around in time to see the Freak stopping the Master from escaping out the conference room door. She watched as he and the rest the Doctor's allies discussed what to do with the renegade Time Lord.

Her eyes had widened when the Doctor stated that he would imprison the Master forever on the TARDIS. Her gaze had quickly turned until it locked with Harry's. The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. He had told her time and again of his hatred for the Doctor- once, he had said that if she were to look up a picture of rivalry in the dictionary, she'd find a picture of those two. She knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that Harry would never accept being the Doctor's prisoner, and there was no bloody way she was going to let it happen.

She quickly reached down and grabbed a gun that had been discarded during the earlier melee aboard the flying battleship. She hesitated for a moment, but she knew she had no choice as she brought the gun to bear, mouthed a silent apology to Harry, and pulled the trigger.

She barely registered the gunshot as she watched the Master crumple in a heap in the Doctor's arms. She almost didn't notice the shocked looks on everyone's faces as they turned from the dying Time Lord to her (some of them seemed to have forgotten she was there altogether), as one of the soldiers who'd turned against her husband grabbed the gun out of her hands. All she could see and hear was the one she loved more than anything else dying in his worst enemy's arms…

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Lucy wiped tears out of her eyes as she fought against the memories. What choice did she have, God damn it!? If the Doctor had taken Harry prisoner on the TARDIS, she never would have seen him again, and after all the time he spent telling her, again and again, to get her hands on his ring incase of the worst case scenario, she knew that somehow, it would bring him back.

So, after UNIT let her go- they assumed she'd killed the Master out of revenge, not mercy- she had followed the Doctor via a microscopic tracking device she had dropped into one of his infinitely large pockets. She had watched as he burned his fellow Gallifreyan's remains upon a pyre, and eventually just walk away. Then, she had quickly grabbed the ring off of her husband's corpse and made her way back to London.

Now, a week after arriving in Cardiff and fulfilling the instruction in the ring's hologram to the letter, she lay on a bed in a cheap hotel room, waiting for some sign that she had succeeded. But so far, nothing had happened. She let out a sigh as she rolled onto her side. She was just considering running out and getting some chips or something- anything to keep her mind otherwise occupied- when a jabbing pain suddenly struck her in her head.

She took an involuntary gasp of breath as she shot up, a hand to her throbbing forehead. Then, as quickly as it came, the pain was gone. Lucy blinked in surprise as she tried to figure out what had just happened, when she heard an all-to-familiar voice and froze on the spot. It was Harry's voice.

'Come, come, come to me,' the Master's distinctive tone of firm command filled Lucy's head as she got to her feet, as clear to her as the drums had been to her husband. She was trying to figure out if she had finally gone mad when it hit her- the ring. It must have finally absorbed enough Rift energy to do what needed doing.

With the first smile she'd had in weeks on her face, and tears of joy in her eyes, Lucy grabbed her car keys and ran out the door towards the lift.

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A/N: And I think I'll end it right there. I know the ending is kind of abrupt, but it's the best I can do. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I've gotten finished with the second chapter of my 'Young Frankenstein' parody.

Until then, read & review!