Chapter 7
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who commented. I have decided to make the Doctor and the Master slashed in this story now. If you didn't want them to be slashed i hope you still continue to read this, because it's not going to be all about love (and i wouldn't really call it 'love', i'd call it 'i love you but i hate you'), as you can probably see if you read this whole chapter.
18.
He kept walking until he once again passed the Master's room. 'Well might as well get this over with,' the Doctor thought. He creaked the Master's door open to find an empty room. "Dammit!" he cursed. He didn't expect the Master to try to escape anymore. Why is he so unpredictable?
He exited the empty room and started his journey towards the console room to see if the Master was trying to land the TARDIS somewhere to escape. The TARDIS suddenly tried to urge him to go to sleep. He hasn't been taking the best care of his health recently, even though he is a Time Lord, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have to sleep. 'But the Master?' the Doctor asked the TARDIS. 'He could be leaving me!'
The TARDIS reassured him that the Master was fine, so he reluctantly entered his bedroom door that appeared in the wall. He flicked his light on and dropped on his bed feeling really tired. He suddenly heard a shifting noise by his bed. He then saw a dark shadow behind him. He turned around to find the Master behind him. "Oh hello," he said a little startled.
"Did you really think I could stay mad at you for that long?" the Master asked him.
"Well, err?" the Doctor said stupidly. He had a feeling that the Master was going to try to hurt him.
He stepped forward and climbed onto the confused Doctor's bed.
"Why the sudden change of hearts?" the Doctor asked warily.
"I should be the one apologising to you, I'm sorry I wasn't very nice to you when your friends were leaving."
Was the Doctor seriously hearing this? The Master was apologising without any sarcasm?
"That's very nice of you, Master," the Doctor said slightly mocking. If he is going to make a joke out of this, he might as well join in.
The Master looked at him a little infuriated. "Don't push it," he said.
The Doctor laughed. "I like it when you're mad."
"Oh really?" The Master said seductively. He pulled the Doctor off the bed by his tie and kissed him. "That mad enough for you," he said as he released him.
The Doctor was shocked that the Master would actually want to kiss him, when about ten minutes ago he was completely ignoring him. He desperately wanted to take advantage of this moment, but the Master seemed to be having a really emotional time, and for him to just abuse that is just not right. "No we can't," the Doctor said as the Master tried to lead them back onto the bed. "Not now, you're not thinking straight."
The Master smiled as he released the Doctor and just lied down on the bed by himself. "Fine have it your way," the Master said while he just lied there smiling. "Instead we can talk about feelings and apologise for irrelevant things."
"Don't do this to me," the Doctor sighed as he sat down on his bed next to the Master.
"Why not, it's fun! But I'd tell you what would be more fun…"
"I don't wanna hear."
"Your loss."
They sat there in silence for less than a minute until the Doctor finally gave up. He began to seek the Master's mind.
The Master smirked. "Couldn't keep away, could you?
Their telepathic link was re-established. The darkness was now filled with a wonderful purifying light. The two Time Lord locked lips as their minds converged. The emptiness was now flooding with light. Their minds tangled, stretched and meshed together until they didn't know who was doing what. The Doctor pulled the Master's jacket off and the Master practically broke his favourite tie, or was it the other way around? The Doctor began to forget which Time Lord he was as they finished removing clothes. 'Oh I've missed this, Koschei!' the Doctor told the Master.
'Your ability to talk and move at the same time astounds me,' the Master replied. 'Now shut up, Theta.'
'Technically I'm not talking.'
'Stubborn as ever.'
He had waited so long for this. Since the Master came back from the dead the Doctor wanted nothing but to do this with him, but he tried to ignore that over powering feeling, because he didn't want to destroy their newly reformed friendship. He tried so hard to deny his feelings, despite what went on in their childhood, but it was virtually impossible now. Their minds weaved together and they could no longer tell where one of them finished and the other began. Their heads touching one another as they explored each other's minds, and their bodies colliding and they made love in the last living TARDIS. They were no longer the Doctor and the Master or Theta and Koschei, they were halves of the same spirit finally reuniting with one another.
They no longer cared about anything besides each other. Everything else in the universe was completely irrelevant. The Master forgot about all the guilt he carried from taking the lives of so many, and the Doctor forgot about all the people he manipulated to take their own lives. They released their burdens and embraced in each other's love.
The last two children of Gallifrey spent the rest of their night in pure bliss.
19.
"The weapon is located in station three," Gamma Nu told his partner, Omicron.
Omicron moved towards the entrance to station three. The door granted him access so he entered the station.
The whole planet was covered in metal structures and was very boring; well to an emotionally effected being it would seem boring. The supreme council of New Planet were currently trying and succeeding in removing the emotional inhibitors on the New Planet inhabitants. The New Planetians were born with a disease that stopped them from feeling emotions and trapped them inside a hard shell.
Omicron made the weapon teleport to the ship that was departing New Planet by moonrise. He used his transmat-ray gun to do this. "The weapon was been transported safely," he told Gamma Nu.
Yuioki entered the room and evaluated the surroundings. All of his lower officers were doing their correct job, so he exited the station.
"What is the probability level that Yuioki will find out our plan?" Omicron asked.
Gamma Nu looked closer at his partner. Ever since the removal of their emotional inhibitors it as made each New Planetian have different skills. Omicron must be loosing the ability to calculate probabilities. "There is a 54% chance that we will succeed in our plan," Gamma Nu told him.
"Shouldn't we higher the odds?"
"We have no time. The universe will be ours in less than 24 hours! We will reform the universe into our image!"
A data script appeared in the seal. Omicron took a closer look at it. "It is from Ramidon," he said. "It reads 'we move in 12 hours'."
"Come on, Omicron we need to head back to the academy."
The two New Planetians, as they called themselves, went back to their sleeping chambers in the academy and dreamt or their dead leaders.
20.
"Oh get up would you, Doctor!" Donna yelled banging her fist on the Doctor's door.
Usually the Doctor was fixing things in the console room before she woke up, but he had been in his room for a very long time.
She heard some shuffling and then the Doctor opened the door. He was wearing a dressing gown rapped around his lanky body and his hair was a mess. "Aren't we going to go save some planet?" Donna asked him. She had gotten dressed long ago despite not knowing what the outside weather would be like at what ever planet they landed at. "Yeah, in a bit. Let me just get ready," he told her with a yawn.
He slammed the door shut and it hit Donna in the head. "Not very nice!" Donna told him and walked back down the hall to the console room.
Half an hour later the Doctor emerged from his room, with the Master. "Morning Donna!" the Doctor said brightly. "Where would you like to go?"
Donna looked a little confused and then understood why they were in the room together. Some automatic part of her brain told her what they probably would have been doing; it was probably left over from her Time Lord consciousness.
"Somewhere in the future," Donna said. "I'm getting quite bored of 21st century."
"What about the other 6billion people on Earth who are bored? Should we pick them up too?" the Master asked without thinking. He then had a look of regret on his face. The Doctor looked at him angrily.
"Anywhere particular?" the Doctor asked Donna.
Donna thought about it. "I don't mind."
"Right! Lets randomise the future settings!" the Doctor said happily as he began prancing around the TARDIS controls.
The Master joined in and Donna held onto the railing expecting a bumpy trip, but to her surprise it was quite a smooth landing. The Doctor swung the screen around and read the Gallifreyan script. He then jogged to the door and held the knob. "Some where in the future, around 51st century! Allons-y!" he said as he swung the door open with a creek.
The two Time Lords and human stepped out onto a dusty street. The people walking around were wearing robes and togas and other ancient garments. "Oh yeah, future all right," Donna said rolling her eyes at the Time Lords' horrible driving skills.
The Doctor looked around very confused. "But… but… we shouldn't be here."
"Maybe with his driving skills, we would have ended up here, but not mine," the Master said while closing his eyes and most probably trying to sense the time. "Ancient Rome, around the 32CE."
"Well maybe someone wanted us here," the Doctor said as he locked the TARDIS. "How about we find out who and why."
Donna, the Doctor and the Master walked up to a man selling marble. He was standing but a pillar with his cart and had sad look on his face. He suddenly smiled when he saw people walking up to him. "Are you looking to buy some marble?" he asked.
The Doctor shook his head. "No we're just passing by, I was wondering. How are the Gods doing? Are there any fiery people coming out of the ground? Any stone people?"
The man stared at them confused. "I'm sorry?" he asked.
"Never mind then," the Doctor began to turn around.
"Did you just speak of the Gods?"
The Doctor turned back to him. "Err yes."
"Can you help us?"
"Yes, what happened?"
The man looked around him for listening ears. "The Gods are punishing the good people," he said as if he was sharing a terrible secret.
Donna looked confused at him. "What do you mean? How can they punish people? Aren't they in the sky, or the heavens, or mount Olympus?" Donna didn't mean to sound a bit sacrilegious but it was quite confusing.
"Where have you three been?" the man asked. "The gods descended upon Earth one moon cycle ago!"
"We just arrived from Britannia today, so what's been going on with the Gods?"
"We were wrong about them. Their names were wrong and their personalities were wrong too. I'd go as so far to say, that they are completely different Gods all together."
Donna knew that Roman culture was a very big part of Earth history, and in the history books she read at school, not once did she hear anything like the God's descending upon Earth. "Well then who are your Gods now?" she asked.
"Rho Psi, Blodeuin, Wyaoun, Zeta, Delta Fluien, Ukilnao, Gamma Nu, Omicron, Dweflowe and Ghuoewi. They are the ten Gods from the heavens, but they call the heavens space, what is space?"
The Doctor stared at the man disbelievingly.
"What's wrong, Doctor?" Donna asked.
The Doctor shook his head. "But they are Gallifreyan names and words," he said very serious. "What is going on!"
Donna suddenly realised that the Master hadn't spoken for at least 30 seconds. She turned to see him staring into the distance with a horrified look on his face. "We need to leave," he said simply grabbing the Doctor by the arm and trying to pull him back inside the TARDIS.
"Not until I find out why this happening," the Doctor told him. He followed the Master's gaze to a statue of a peppershaker shaped thing.
"That's Lord Zeta in marble," the man said looking in the same direction.
"They never die!" the Master said madly. He looked at the statue in something similar to fear.
The Doctor looked back at the Master and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll get through this, Master. If we just leave it doesn't make it go away," he told him.
The man suddenly raised his eyebrows at him in doubt. "Did you just call him Master?" he asked. "Then you must be the Doctor!"
The Doctor turned back to look at the man distrustfully. "How do you know that?" he asked suddenly even more confused
"Lord Gamma Nu told us of the ancient legends of New Planet. He spoke of the last two Old Planet survivors of the Temporal Battle. Are you the evil God's from the infernal Old Planet?"
"No, they are John Smith and Harold Saxon" Donna intercepted, the Doctor smiled gratefully at her.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"I'm Donna Noble, am I one of your infamous Gods?" she asked sceptically.
"Lord Gamma Nu never spoke of any Donna Nobles. I must report Smith and Saxon to Lord Wyaoun, for speaking of the infernal ones!"
The man ran off while the two Time Lords were leaning against the TARDIS trying to cope. Why was there a statue of a Dalek? Why do their walking Gods have Gallifreyan names? Why do their Gods know the Doctor and the Master's titles?
"Well come on then," Donna said as she tried to get the Time Lord's attentions. "Aren't we going to stop the Daleks?"
The Doctor and the Master wore very similar expressions on their faces. The Master looked absolutely terrified but he was trying to cover it up by being angry, but he wasn't very good at it. The Doctor's face wore a mixture of hatred and horror, he was also very concerned for the Master.
"Yeah," the Doctor said quietly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he stood up straight and offered a hand to the Master.
The Master looked at his hand and then at the people around him. He shrugged and just took the hand; he was probably thinking something along the lines off 'who cares what these humans think.'
Donna smiled at her Time Lord buddies and they tried to bravely walk in the direction that the man they had encountered walked in, which was the way to the temple.
People walked around them going about their business, but some how them had slightly worried looks on their faces. Donna, the Doctor and the Master eventually arrived at the temple made out of mud bricks. It was quite confusing due to the fact that they are in Rome not Egypt. The so-called Gods must be changing the time lines.
"Do you have an appointment?" one of the guards asked them.
"Oh what do you think this is? A bloody hairdressers!" the Master yelled at him. "Let us in!"
The guard stared at him for five more seconds, then blinked and stepped to the side to let them into the entrance. The Doctor mustn't have cared that the Master used hypnosis on the guard, probably because he was too enraged from seeing the Dalek sculpture and too determined to find the Gods.
Inside the temple the walls were the same colour, but it had many red banners pinned onto the walls with circle writing that Donna guessed was Gallifreyan. The people who were walking around were quite scared of the Doctor, the Master and Donna. They kept staring at them in fright. "Some how I didn't think the Romans were this scared, aren't they supposed to be an all powerful race of dictators?" Donna asked the Time Lords.
"I can feel the time lines bending," the Doctor said.
They arrived at a big gold door with green vines weaving all through the patterns on the door.
"Open it," the Master ordered the guards.
They slid the huge doors to the side and the Master, the Doctor and Donna entered. There was a rug, similar to the red carpet you would see at award ceremonies, leading up a few rows of stairs where three Daleks were standing. "Intruders!" a black Dalek wearing a red sheet around it that looked a bit like robes. The robe-like things had a symbol on them that looked like some kind of Celtic knot on them. The rest of the Daleks had the same red robes draped around them. One of them was black and the other white.
"Report your names, intruders?" the black Dalek ordered.
The Doctor smirked. "What no cry of 'exterminate'?" he asked. "No death threats?"
"I do not compute?" the white one said. "Explain your meaning."
The Master looked at the Daleks in disgust. "What is this!" he asked. "Why the hell are you trying to change yourselves into Time Lords? Is this some kind of mockery?"
The Daleks ignored them. "I am Lord Gamma Nu," the red one said. "This is Lord Omicron and Lord Zeta. We are the New Planetian Lords. State your names."
"No no no," the Doctor interrupted. "I don't get this, I don't get any of this. Why are you here? How on Gallifrey are you still alive?"
"What is New Planet?" Donna interrupted with curiosity despite the terrifying situation.
"New Planet was our home in space, but we left it long ago to rule over time, we are starting with Rome and then the world, and then the universe, and then all of time and space!" the white one, Zeta said. "Long ago we were just a humble race, the last survivors of the Temporal Battle. We live in respect for our enemies, the Old Planetians as we call them. After the Temporal Battle many of us forgot what happened in the war because of our memory circuits were damaged, but the Old Planetians had a computer called the matrix. It lasted the battle and we uploaded the information into our memories."
"You bastards! How dare you try to take everything Time Lord and twist it into a fucked up forged version of our culture!" the Master yelled.
"You said 'our culture'. You have identified yourself as a Time Lord."
"Damn right I am, and your nothing but a tin can of uncooked meat!"
"You have insulted us!" Omicron said panickly. "Insults are pointless. If you want to fight a battle you should have been there for the Temporal Battle."
The Master grabbed his lazer screwdriver out of his pocket and aimed it at the Dalek. "I was there! I fought the doomed war, already knowing the outcome, for the Time Lords, and to kill you lot!" he yelled.
The Master had his finger on the 'fire' button but the Doctor shook his head. "It's no use," he told him sadly. "If they really are living by Time Lord code, then we're playing by our own rules. They'll kill us if you attack."
The Doctor seemed allot calmer than the Master, but the sadness, anger and hatred was clear in his ancient eyes. Donna knew how dangerous Daleks were from her last experience with them, but it didn't stop her from feeling scared. Last time the Doctor had abandoned all hope at one stage, and now they were doing something that Donna presumed must be worse than moving planets, they were mocking the Doctor and the Master's race and trying to follow their races traditions to become lords of time.
"What the hell is a Planetian?" Donna asked as the thought occurred to her. "And why do you keep calling it the Temporal Battle, when it's called the Time War?"
Another Dalek that was silver rolled into the room from the entrance behind Donna, the Master and the Doctor.
"Welcome Lord Dweflowe," Zeta said. "I believe we have some Old Planetians in our presence."
"During the battle we lost records of the names of planets. The matrix was damaged, and it lost quite a lot of information, so we just decided to name our planet New Planet. But we have left New Planet now, to start an empire on Earth ruled by us!" the silver Dalek named Dweflowe said. "And we were not aware of that the name of the battle was the Time War. Thankyou for informing us, inferior one."
"Did you just call me inferior one? I am not inferior! I'll have you know that I wiped out the last Dalek fleet," Donna said.
The Doctor smiled at her bravery.
"Identify yourselves or we will have to result to other means of acquiring information," Dweflowe said.
"And what other means will that be?" the Doctor asked with the air of authority. He seemed to have gained some more courage. "By Time Lord law, any mental or physical attacks to gain knowledge from other people is against the law."
"But…" Dweflowe tried to say.
"Yes, yes, I know. It can be done but only if the Lord President has signed the warrant, and I'm just wandering, New Planetians who is your Lord President?" the Doctor asked smiling brightly at the Daleks.
"I am the Lord President!" said Gamma Nu.
"I am the most superior!" Omicron yelled.
Another black Dalek materialised at the top of the stairs. "Rho Psi is the supreme one," he said referring to himself.
The remaining five also materialised in various places around the room. The Daleks started to shout amongst themselves, they said many things like "Whyaon reign supreme," "I am the ruler," "Lord President is Delta Fluien," "Negative, Blodeuin is president," "Ghuoewi is your leader,"
Dweflowe pointed his ray gun at Gamma Nu and fired. All of the Daleks zoomed their eyepieces on Dweflowe. "You exterminated Gamma Nu!" Omicron cried. "Dweflowe will now be executed for killing one of his own kind!"
Omicron shot Dweflowe. There were two piles of ashes on the grown from the two exterminated Daleks.
"We must stop this at once!" Rho Psi shouted. "We can not reform our society with less than eight New Planetians!"
All the other Daleks shouted, "Agreed!"
The Master who had been silent for record time finally spoke up again, "Eight Daleks?" he asked. The Daleks stared at him with something that could be described as confusion. He laughed. "Only eight Daleks?" He looked over at the Doctor. "Eight fricken Daleks!" he said hysterically.
The Doctor also started laughing. Donna figured it must be a Time Lord thing. "Why are there only eight? What did they do? Keep shooting each other?" she joked.
The Doctor nodded. "Daleks," he yelled out to them.
They continued to talk amongst themselves.
"Oi Daleks!" they turned to look at him.
"You refer to us as Daleks," Whyoan stated. "You are Old Planetians with superior knowledge from before the 'Time War' as you call it. Will you share the knowledge?"
"First I have a question for you. How many of you were there before you culled your kind?"
"One billion," answered Delta Fluien. "We saw the error in our new ways, we tried to convince the others of it, but they wouldn't change the plans."
The Doctor stepped forward swinging his sonic screwdriver around and then pointed it at a big machine next to the Daleks that Donna hadn't noticed early. It's probably got some kind of perception filter on it. "Did you kill them with that?" the Doctor asked.
Blodion moved forward slightly. "Yes. Our original leader, who devised our grand plans, betrayed us. He used that word you said 'Daleks'. He said the Daleks should not be lowering to Time Lord standards. You call yourselves Time Lords. Your knowledge will be used." Blodion said.
"What happened to your leader?" the Master asked also with his head raised high like the Doctor. They have gained the high ground.
"He wanted to put our emotional inhibitors back in place, but if we are all the same then we would run out of new ideas, and the New Planetians will fall," Zeta informed. His ray gun and plunger twitched as though talking about this made him agitated. "We exterminated Ramidon, our leader, so our plans were ignored for a few years. The resistance then left New Planet and we burned the planet when were gone."
The Doctor's face fell. Talking about burning planets was probably bringing back more memories. "You burnt your planet," he mused sadly.
"No, your nothing like them," the Master told him with sincere honesty. "It was inevitable. If you didn't do it, someone else would have had to, but no one else could because they're not as brave as you. Unlike you lot!" the Master turned his attention to the Daleks. "You just burnt it because you didn't like the way the other Daleks lived. We had to live in hell for three hundred years, but we made it work." The Doctor and the Master smiled at each other for a brief second before continuing. "Well you just did the job for us anyway."
Rho Psi's eyepiece widened. "Your comment suggests hostility. Are you planning on burning the remaining Daleks?"
The doors suddenly opened and the man who was selling marble entered the room. "My Lords," he addressed the Daleks with fright. "I'm sorry for barging in here unaddressed but I met two people who spoke of the evil Gods. They were…" he trailed off as he realised that the Doctor and the Master were in their presence. "Oh! They're here!"
"We are aware of that, civilian," Rho Psi said. "You have interrupted our meeting. Leave."
The man looked nervously at the Daleks. "But I must inform you that the ones claiming to be John Smith and Harold Saxon," he said as he pointed at the Doctor and the Master. "Did actually mention the evil Gods' titles."
All of the Daleks turned to look back at the Time Lords. "You know of the Doctor and the Master!" they yelled in synchronisation.
"Obviously if they are currently existing they must be the Doctor and the Master, because they are reported as the last survivors of the planet we have now been informed is called Gallifrey," Zeta said.
"They will be restrained and put in the volts," Omicron yelled.
The Master smirked. "Like that's gonna happen." He shot Ghuoewi with his lazer screwdriver.
The Dalek disintegrated into dust.
"Oh now look what you've done!" the Doctor said quite annoyed.
All of the Daleks began to fire at them.
Authors Note: If anyone is interested in what the names of the Daleks mean:
Rho Psi, Zeta, Gamma Nu, Omicron- Greek letters
Delta- Greek letter. Fluien- Flame in Gallifreyan
Blodeiun- Flower in Gallifreyan
Dweflowe- Water in Gallifreyan
Whyaoun, Ukilnao, Ghuoewi, Yuioki, Ramidon- made up names
