A\N: Once again a reminder, my story, my rules, if Moffat can do it so can I ;)
Clara watched as everyone in the room ran out, wishing one of them would help her. "Please help me." All of them just gave her a look before running out of the room. The Master looked at her, "But, I did this. I get the credit. I'm on your side." Wilfred came running into the room, and Clara called to him, he looked at her before someone else attracted his attention. The technician in the glass case was begging him to let him go. The Doctor shouted from the floor "Wilf, don't! Don't!" Wilfred ran to the other cubicle, getting in pressing the release, and the scared technician ran out of the room, without even thanking Wilfred. The Doctor sat on the floor shoulders hunched.
The Master stumbled around, walking closer to the Doctor "But this is fantastic, isn't it? The Time Lords restored?" The Doctor looked up at him, anger radiating from him. "You weren't there in the final days of the War. You never saw what was born. But if the Timelock's broken, then everything's coming through. Not just the Daleks but the Skaro Degradations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could-have-been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Never-weres. The War turned into hell. And that's what you've opened, right above the earth. Hell is descending." Clara looked bewildered what were all these things they were talking about, why was the Master getting more scared with each mentioned thing? "That's suicide!" he shouted at the President, the man looked down at The Master "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."
The Doctor looked defeated; he turned to the Master "You see now? That's what they were planning in the final days of the War. I had to stop them." The Master stepped towards The President who then held up his iron clad hand again pointing it towards the Master "You are diseased, albeit a disease of our own making. No more." The Doctor stood up, standing in the middle of The Master and the President, aiming a revolver at the Lord President. The President looked angrily at the Doctor "choose your enemy well. We are many. The Master is but one." The Master stepped forward yelling at the Doctor "but he's the President. Kill him and Gallifrey could be yours" The Doctor turned aiming his gun at the Master, Clara gasped she wished she could cover her eyes, she closed them looking away.
The Master begged the Doctor "He's to blame, not me!" realisation dawned on the Master "oh, the link is inside my head. Kill me, the link gets broken, they go back. You never would, you coward. Go on then. Do it." When Clara didn't hear anyone respond, she peaked at the scene playing of in front of her. The Master standing there defenceless; looking like a lost little boy, the Doctor aiming the old gun at him; his eyes welling with tears and the group of Time Lords standing there looking smug. The Doctor suddenly turned aiming the gun at the President. She could see the Master heaving a sigh of relieve "Exactly. It's not just me, it's him. He's the link. Kill him!" he shouted egging the Doctor on. Clara felt her heart go out to two Time Lord's standing in front of her. She wanted to speak up, to tell them this wasn't the way to solve it, but she was scared.
The President was taunting the Doctor "The final act of your life is murder. But which one of us?" Clara gasped as the Doctor turned again, facing the Master. "No you can't!" she yelled out. The Doctor said "Get out of the way" under his breath. The Master jumped out of the way and the Doctor shot the console where the Whitestar was acting as a link for the Time Lords. A great explosion erupted. He then turned back to the President "The link is broken. Back into the Time War, Rassilon. Back into hell." The President held up his iron clad hand once again, and it started to glow "you'll die with me, Doctor." The Doctor looked him in the face, determination shining through. "I know" he answered. Clara watched as the Master stepped forward, pulling his sleeves up. "Get out of the way." The Doctor steps away and the Master flung himself towards the group of Time Lords, sending shots of electricity at the President. "You did this to me! All of my life! You made me! One! Two! Three! Four!"
With each word the Master stepped closer to the group of Time Lords, shooting the President with bolts of electricity, until a blinding white light erupted. Clara closed her eyes to shield herself from it; she knew this was the last time she would see the Master, that he had sacrificed himself. She felt defeated. She wanted to get to know this strange man.
The Doctor was lying on the floor, and through the glass roof, you could see the red planet vanishing. The Doctor got up "I'm alive. I've. There was. I'm still alive." Clara glared at him, when suddenly to the side she heard four knocks, she looked to the source of the knocks, expecting to see the Master standing there, but no, it was Wilfred, trapped inside radiated glass cubicle. "They've gone then? Yeah, good-o. If you could let me out?" The Doctor got up walking towards Wilfred, Clara could see the console was flashing red lights, definitely showing signs of something going wrong with it. She could see the Doctor shoulders slump, "The Master left left the Nuclear Bolt running. It's gone into overload. Touch one control and it floods. Even this would set it off." He looked lovingly at a silver cylinder in his hand. Wilfred looked at the Doctor realisation dawning on him. "Look just leave me. I'm an old man, Doctor. I've had my time."
Clara was shocked at what the Doctor said next "Well, exactly. Look at you. Not remotely important, but me? I could do so much more. So much more! But this is what I get, my reward. And it's not fair! Oh. Oh. I've lived too long." Clara watched as the Doctor stepped towards Wilfred, she knew that this man, who just yelled at the universe, was going to save this old man's life. Wilfred was begging him to not do this, to leave him. But the Doctor squared his shoulders, walking into the glass cubicle. The Doctor looked at Wilfred "Wilfred it's my honour" Just then the Doctor pushes a button and Wilfred ran out of the cubicle, standing next to Clara. The glass cubicle was flashing red, and Clara could see in how much pain the Doctor was. Wilfred grabbed onto Clara shoulder, as if he was trying to stop himself from running back to the Doctor.
When the Doctor stepped out, he gave Clara a look, and she knew that he was being brave for Wilfred's sake. Wilfred uttered in amazement. "Well, there we are, then. Safe and sound, mind you, you're in a hell of a state. You've got some battle scars there." He pointed at the Doctors face. The Doctor held his face in his hands, rubbing it, when he removed his hands, there were no scars on his face, the only signs of the battle were his tattered suit. Clara was shocked "But they've your face. How did you do that?" she said. Both the Doctor and Wilfred looked down at her. They reached towards her starting to remove the ropes. The Doctor glanced at Wilfred "It's started" he said with a weak smile. Wilfred gave him a hug, and the two men turned to Clara.
The Doctor gave her one of his most dashing smiles, "Well young lady, I'm afraid we are going to have to leave you, to sort this mess out." Clara looked at the Doctor, "Doctor, what happened to the Master?" The Doctor looked over to where the Time Lords were standing and the Master disappeared with them, "Oh well, I suspect he was probably sucked into the time war with them. You weren't his companion, were you?" The Doctor looked quizzically at Clara, she sighed "No I just met him, but I had hoped..." her voice trailed off. The Doctor gave her a knowing look, before he and Wilfred turned away, walking out of the door. In the distance she could hear a strange noise, almost like a wheezing engine. Clara started to clear up some of the mess. Her heart was in her throat. She wanted to cry for the man she had only just met. She felt an attraction towards him, and she had hoped he felt the same, yet now she will never know.
A couple of minutes had passed in which Clara had quickly typed a resignation letter which she now pinned against the broken Gate that had brought the Time Lords here, when she heard that wheezing sound right behind her. When she turned around she was facing a tall silver cylinder. The door slid open and there in the opening stood The Master with a big grin on his face. He knocked four times against the silver thing. "Do you want to go for a spin?" he said holding his hand out towards Clara.