A/N: Sorry for the lack of update yesterday! It was my Prom! :D Here is another chapter though and once again thank you for the continued support via reviews, alerts and favourites! :) x

Rebeka hadn't realised she had fallen asleep. It was only when she woke up in a bed, dressed in a night dress with her teddy at her side that she deduced that she must have.

Clutching the teddy in one hand, Rebeka made her way across the foreign room and opened the door. She then peered down the corridor, there was no one there. "Hello..." Rebeka called. "Paure? Anybody?" With no response Rebeka left the room and began to explore the corridor.

Rebeka's little feet patted very gently on the wooden floor, her teddy dragging softly behind her. She had yet to come across anyone else yet, but judging by the corridors Rebeka guessed she was still on the Valiant. Did that mean her nightmare, of her daddy killing the old man, wasn't a nightmare at all?

She now reached the end of the corridor and approached the lift, the one her, her step-mummy and daddy had gone into upon their arrival. She pressed the glowing blue button and the doors slid open silently. With a final glance behind her, she entered the lift and pressed the same button her Daddy had, the flight deck. The door's slid closed and the lift rose, leaving Rebeka to clutch her teddy tight in the lift's centre.

When the lift reached the flight deck Rebeka could hear raised voices from the other side of the door, one of them being her Daddy and he didn't sound very happy. Clutching the teddy to her chest, the doors slid open to reveal her Daddy and another old man looking directly at her, both of their expressions angered. She took a little step back in fright.

The Master had had enough with the Doctor, he maybe the last Timelord, bar himself, in existence but that didn't mean that he liked him. He disliked the other Timelord beyond belief, but he'd never stretch it to hate. No he respected the Doctor enough not to hate the man, just deep discontentment.

This argument though, Rassilon it was pointless. The Doctor was arguing for his petty human race, how pathetic. But the Doctor's apparent ignorance of the Timelord magnificence angered him, how could the Doctor not see it? By starting anew they'd create a better world, hell they'd create a better universe, an empire that'd last for as long as time itself. And it was as if it was for him, he was doing it all for her, so that she'd have a future, a future, in his eyes, that she deserved.

As he was arguing his point with the now very old man, he heard the lift approach. He had specifically asked not to be disturbed, what part of that could the human meat bags not understand? As the door's slid open, his sour expression instantly softened as he saw who was stood there. Rebeka.

Rebeka looked up at her Daddy and was relieved to see his expression soften. She slowly took a step out of the lift and the doors slid shut behind her. "L'aiorlea what are you doing out of bed?" Her Daddy asked softly, he had turned his back to the old man and was approaching her.
"I couldn't sleep." She mumbled, before falling into her Daddy's outstretched arms.

The Master kissed Rebeka's head. "Re e tana loi fwa feranli tu and?" He said soothingly and Rebeka shrugged her shoulders. The Master chuckled. He picked Rebeka up in his arms and stood in the lift. Rebeka leant her head on the Master's shoulder, her eyes already beginning to droop.

"We'll finish this off later." He said to the Doctor through gritted teeth, as the doors to the lift began to close. The Doctor didn't respond to the Master's comment, his eyes were fixed on Rebeka. His gaze something between sceptic, surprise and confusion. The Master let it be, he had no doubt that the Doctor would try and figure out how he got his only daughter out of Gallifray, but that would be a story for another day.

Right now he had to put his, once again, sleeping daughter to bed.


Translations:

Re e tana loi fwa feranli tu and? (Ruh-eh tan-ah luh-oi eff-wa fer-an-li-too and): What am I going to do with you? (Literal: What I am to do going with you?)

L'aiorlea (le-ay-oarl-ee-ah): Term of affection. (L' is the Love pronoun, aiorlea means darling or any affectionate term said unaffectionately.)

Paure (Poor-ree): Daddy. (Pau means Dad.)