Author's notes

Weren't expecting that were you? (or at least I hope you didn't) Review your thoughts to me, it's getting interesting.

-Nightwish14

"I should have known. You would never help out of goodness" said the Doctor.

"You were just so beautifully gullible. I planned this, you didn't pick me up as Harold Saxon, and I led you to believe that. I helped the Daleks capture Clara, I broke into the house, knocked her unconscious and had the Daleks teleport her here. I helped a Dalek to appear like Clara for the conference call, but when their power ran low, we had to speed things up a bit and teleport the TARDIS' subconscious before the call could be ended. I only offered to come with you because it was a free trip to be exactly where I wanted to be. Here."

"What's in it for you? They get power and then exterminate you, what's stopping them from doing that?" asked the Doctor.

"I've inputted my heart beat into the network, if it stops. Boom! Bye-bye Daleks" he splayed his hands to mimic an explosion. "Now let us begin."

"No!" shouted the Doctor, as he ran to free the TARDIS, he pulled a few cables free.

The Master didn't like that, he turned to Clara who was too slow to move away, her pitiful attempt was crushed with a yank and twist of the arm, she cried out and he pulled her closer; using his free arm he got his laser screwdriver from his pocket and placed it at the temple of her head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Doctor." the Master announced. "Not unless you defiantly want to lose another companion, properly this time, it'd be such a waste, she's such a brilliant kisser. I never gave you my laser screwdriver, I gave you a replica."

"Don't listen to him Doctor!" burst Clara. The master tightened his twist on her arm and she cried out in pain again.

"Keep quiet you" he growled.

"Leave her alone, she's not the one you want, you don't need to hurt her like that" pleaded the Doctor.

"Oh but I do; to ensure your obedience."

The Doctor put his hands in the air. "I'll do as you say; what do you want?"

"Oh my hero" said the TARDIS sarcastically.

"That's better, now you take him to a holding cell" he commanded to a Dalek. "Guard him as well, don't let him get away, and you fetch me some rope or something to tie with, this one's a bit of an escape artist, I want her where I can see her" he pointed to another Dalek; he turned Clara to face him. "I would let you go with him, but you two plot things, and I can't be having that, I want my own TARDIS but one to suit me."

The Master was busy putting wires back where they belong.

The Doctor had caused havoc ripping them out aimlessly in an attempt to save the day from the dreaded Daleks and the Master. He smirked at that thought, 'dreaded Daleks, they're depending on me, they're so dreaded.'

Clara had been, tied to a chair with cables that had been lying around placed in the middle of the room, quite literally where the Master could see her, there was no escape he had said. The cables were tight and they dug into her skin it was very uncomfortable; no wonder, he had done it himself, "you can't trust a Dalek to tie a shoe lace right, let alone a danger to my plan" he had told her.

The TARDIS had scolded the Doctor for not letting Clara die and for not freeing her.

"You're not going to get away with this you know, you're never going to succeed" said Clara from her position.

"Really? I don't see anyone trying to stop me, the TARDIS is here, the Doctor is in a cell and you're tied to a chair" replied the Master.

"It's in your nature, you're always beaten, you have been many times before; the Doctor told me."

The master stopped what he was doing and strode towards her; he clasped her face in his hand and looked right into her eyes. "I would shut up if I were you, you're in no position to threaten or talk big to me. You might think you're trying to be brave but you're not, I can see it in your eyes, your frightened but trying to hide it, if you value your life keep quiet and don't say a word, otherwise I'll do it for you, understand?"

She spat into his face with revulsion.

Slap. Clara's cheek became a sore pink colour, the outline of the Master's hand was now viewable and it stung. Her head fell forward, hair obscured her face. Somehow he had managed to knock her out with just slapping her.

"I'd never compliment you, but well-done you silenced her at last, she was doing my head in" said the TARDIS.