-Earlier-
A loud crack filled the air. The ground shook, throwing Jacques to the ground roughly. The ground continued to shake as the trees were thrown side to side, falling in the aftermath. Jacques had been told that the land once had earthquakes but it had been years since he one had ripped through the village. The last time his grandfather had been a little boy and he remembered the swaying of the village. One hadn't happened since that day though. Almost as quickly as it started, it was over and he stood shakily. He had to get to the cove and collect his sons. They would be frightened from quake.
As he approached the water though, he could see that the once protected cove was buried in the rocks that surrounded it. He ran faster, he had sent the children to the cove for protection and now that cove was gone. He screamed in his anguish as he drew nearer. Behind him the sound of the strange sound of the man arriving, filled the air once more. It sounded different though and Jacques was sure the man was leaving this time. He ran to the rocks digging at them, searching desperately for his children. He didn't want to live if his family was gone. He had to live, for he was going to seek revenge on the man who had caused the village so much pain. His fingers bled as he moved rock after rock digging for his children.
"Daddy," a little voice spoke up. He turned with tear filled as he saw his children standing nearby with the others. He rushed forward, grabbing all three of his boys and kissing them on the head. He did a quick head count of the other children and much to his anguish several of the others were missing.
"How?" He asked, thankful that his children weren't in the rocky mess.
"We were on the beach, when the shaking started," Adam informed him as he held tightly to his father. "There were others in the cove..." He trailed off his eyes wide with terror.
"It's all right now." Jacques reassured him. "Come on, we need to find your mother. The rest of you come with me, I will keep you safe." He promised as he stood, lifting the youngest of his sons up with him and holding him on his hip. Together the frightened group headed into the forest. Jacques would protect them he swore, until he found their families. He wasn't going to lose another of the children that he had taught and watched grow. His heart cried out for his beloved Emma, but he pushed on.
He didn't need to arrive to his house, to know that the house was gone. He had been sure of it, ever since the Time Lords arrived in his village. He wasn't sure if his wife was alive or not. He prayed silently to the Gods that she was and if not she was with their daughter until he could join her. He moved the children away from the homes though. There was a safe spot further away from the village that everyone would head to if the village was ever in danger. He looked up at the darkening sky above him. It was still a few hours walk to the safe spot and with the children would take longer. At night though it would be dangerous to navigate the trees. The children cried out when the ground shook once more.
"It's all right," He tried to reassure them, as the ground stopped moving. "We will rest here for a while and then we need to head deeper into the woods. The others will be waiting for us and we don't want to keep them waiting."
-DW-
Jack froze as he entered the TARDIS. The Doctor was standing at the bottom of the ramp staring up at the console. Near the console stood another man. He looked so familiar to Jack but at the same time there was enough differences that Jack had to question if it was really him. The man that Jack had known as the Master, was wearing a blue pinstriped suit similar to the Doctors. His short brown hair was slightly messy. Beside him stood Martha. Only she wasn't Martha. She was taller with a slightly chubby build. Her black hair was done up in braids.
"I'll ask you again, who are you," the Master demanded of the group who had just entered.
"Being that it is my TARDIS I think I should be the one asking questions. Like how did you get on board," The Doctor questioned as he moved forward.
"The door was left open," the Master lied.
"No, it wasn't," the Doctor responded immediately. Though the man tried to block him, the Doctor could still feel the man on the edge of his mind, just as he use to feel the Time Lords. This man felt familiar but different at the same. It was impossible all Time Lords were dead but here this man was.
"The child is injured, can we please take her to the medi-bay to treat her," Martha asked stepping forward. The Master eyed her for a moment seeing the same differences in her that Jack saw with his.
"Marta go with her please," the Master said nodding his consent. Jack carefully handed the little girl over to Martha and watched them disappear into the medi-bay. He stayed by the Doctor's side though, unwilling to leave him. He stepped forward to show his support of the man in the brown pinstripes standing in front of him.
"You look like he use to. Before he regenerated," the Master said finally.
"Who," the Doctor questioned as the two men circled each other.
"The Doctor," the Master spat.
"I am the Doctor." The Doctor replied firmly.
"That is a dangerous man to be," the Master responded with a low hiss. The Doctor felt the man on the edge of his mind pushing for answers. He blocked him with ease though. Even as he heard the man whispering inside his mind.
*Let me in,* the Master insisted, his voice no more then a whisper in the Doctor's mind.
*Never Master,* The Doctor responded. He built his wall higher, blocking the man. To his surprise the man didn't try to force his way in. This man was the Master, the Doctor was sure of it. Yet at the same time he wasn't, he was almost... nice. The Master the Doctor knew would have never let the child go to the medi-bay. He wouldn't care whether or not that child suffered.
"I could say the same about you Master," The Doctor answered, his voice sure of who he was talking too. Jack pulled his gun upon hearing the name and the Doctor sighed loudly, placing his hand upon the gun and pushing it to point at the floor. "He isn't the same one who was aboard the valiant."
"How can you know that?" The Master questioned. "You regenerated from the bullet and then escaped."
"And you died." The Doctor answered as he stepped forward once more. They eyed each other suspiciously. The Doctor held out his hands asking permission with gesture. The Master nodded and the Doctor carefully placed his hands upon his temples. He instantly felt the minds of the other Time Lords, pulling back quickly he fell to his knees. "How I killed them all," He stuttered.
"And I saved them," The Master responded. The Doctor didn't say anything as his stomach churned as he was sick. How had there been a way and he missed it. It couldn't be possible, the only way to save them was to destroy them, yet he clearly felt the other minds. He screamed and felt his stomach flip once again.
