a/n: Bows down before who_in_whoville who is most patient and fixes all my grammar failure. The phrase Void Lords comes from fannishliss who came up with that after reading Finding The way. She very kindly allowed me to steal it for this fic.
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It wasn't long before the Master's cult found him at the shop. He was now dressed smartly in a dark charcoal gray suit with a vibrant red tie. He turned when he saw two dark haired men and a ginger haired woman enter and bow before him.
"Well! What took you so long? Do you know where I generated? Some tasteless, puny human hovel!" he shouted. He straightened his tie and kicked aside the body of the sales associate whose life force he had drained. "Now tell me what's happening," he commanded.
The ginger haired girl, Clarice, looked up at him. "We knew the time had come as your most powerful image had been spread across the planet in the dreams of every human. We reveled in it. We found one of the Doctor's companions, Donna Noble, and passed the ring to her. Her temporal energy and life force was strong and provided the needed sustenance to bring you back. I'm sorry My Lord, the transference happened before we arrived to witness your glorious return."
"The hag on the floor was one of his companions?" he said with a disgusted look on his face. "He's slumming now isn't he," the Master stated.
"No My Lord, Donna Noble was his ginger haired companion. We watched the Torchwood agent and other friends of the Doctor take her and the mother away after you left.
"The freak," he said, pacing in front of his followers. He turned back to them. "And the Doctor?"
"We have not seen him recently. We know that he dropped off his friends six months ago and Donna Noble just a day ago. He and the blonde woman left and have not returned since."
"Blonde woman? Who's she?"
"We believe her to be the companion he lost at the battle of Canary Wharf. We don't know how she has returned."
The Master grinned. "The girl who swallowed time. Oh this is going to be a good day!" he said and snapped his fingers. "Canary Wharf! Yes, there should be plenty of fun things there. Things that could be interesting and cause destruction." He looked at Clarice. "You!" he said pointing at her. "Get me an entourage and suitable transportation and none of those puny transports! Get me something with style!" he said and walked toward the door looking outside. "Come on Doctor, you sappy, altruistic do-gooder. Time to play a new game."
Jack was easily able to get everyone into Canary Wharf and they went straight to the infirmary. Donna and Sylvia were placed on beds with Wilf looking after them while Mickey, Martha and Jack organized the infirmary and gathered together equipment and supplies Martha would need.
"I think there's something in the alien artifact storage unit that could help. I'll be right back. Don't leave the infirmary and I mean it. There's dangerous alien tech around here and some of it's still active..." he warned them as he left the room.
Martha looked worried as she stared at some of the more nefarious equipment in the infirmary. She and Mickey set up some IVs and attached them to Donna and Sylvia to try and stabilize them.
Mickey pulled Martha away from Wilf. "What you think?"
She looked him in the eyes. "I think Sylvia will stabilize. She's suffering symptoms similar to electrocution, but it's like whatever happened, was aimed more at Donna."
"But, Donna was walkin' and talkin' while Sylvia was flat out cold," Mickey reminded her.
"Yes, but Donna's younger and had all that arton energy. I think whatever it was latched onto her and was draining her slowly for hours will Sylvia just got one quick shock. I dunno Mick. If the Doctor were here maybe he'd know what to do or have something in the Tardis to help," Martha said, her voice laced with concern.
"Then we gotta find him. We've gotta keep tryin'. Give me your mobile," Mickey asked and reached for Martha's phone and punched in Rose's number.
Jack was quickly sorting through the alien devices and experiments stored in the under levels of Canary Wharf. He found a hand held device and smiled. Something moved in a dark end of the cavernous storage room and he tensed. No one else was suppose to be here. He pulled out his gun and crept closer to the dark area. Something fell off a table and he ducked down behind some shelves. A group of three people walked by wheeling a cart. He heard one mention, "The Master will be pleased."
After they left. Jack stood up cursing. He had to get back to the medical facility and quick. It took him some time to sneak his way back as there were more armed people walking around. He heard them talking about the dawn of a new age and some type of ceremony that was suppose to provide the Master with ultimate power.
Jack carefully snuck away noticing that all the activity seemed to be on the upper floors. He ducked into an office and hacked into the security system with his Vortex manipulator and found out that whatever they were doing, was happening in the ghost room.
"No, not there," he whispered fearfully, knowing that the ghost room was where the universal barrier was weakest. "He wouldn't," Jack again whispered, but knew that the Master was capable of anything. There was nothing to stop him from punching a hole into the Void or another universe if he wanted. He looked at his vortex manipulator and began punching in a signal to the Tardis and hoped the Doctor noticed before it was too late.
As he was about to leave, he saw a flash of white out the corner of his eye. He turned with gun drawn and found himself face to face with a woman with slightly graying brown hair dressed in a professional looking cream colored suit sitting behind a desk. She smiled a gentle smile but her eyes were filled with sadness."Who are you?" Jack demanded, still leveling his gun at sat back in her chair, seemingly unconcerned about the weapon now pointed at her. "No one anymore. I was lost long ago," she answered softly. "Events are moving Jack, faster than we expected. A song from long ago will sound across not just this planet but the universe. It is a song of madness and destruction. It must be stopped as it was once before.""I don't understand." Jack said, shaking his head. His gut instinct was to trust this woman and he lowered his weapon. "You're not with the Master are you?" he smiled. "You love him, both of them. Even now, after all this time through all that you have endured, you still possess compassion for the one that made you and the one that ran. You don't even know why do you? Time has a way of binding lives together with such intricacy and elegance that we can never understand, only wonder.""You're not human. You're…" Jack said, but didn't finish his sentence as he looked into her eyes and saw an old soul. He knew those eyes and was astounded at what this woman being here meant."If the Doctor falls, so will all you know and protect. You are the White Knight. He will not want to sacrifice you and neither will she. They will destroy themselves first to protect you. There will be a choice, a pivotal point at which your choice dictates the fate of the universe. The only certainty is a sacrifice must be made."
"Well that's obvious. I can't die so if there's any sacrificing, it will be me," Jack said cautiously."So human, even now after all this time. He was always right about your species." she said smiling kindly at him. "Everything ends eventually, even a conundrum of time. The choice will be yours to make. When the time comes, the Black Knightwill have a moment of clarity. That is your only opportunity." She arose from the chair and walked by Jack, pausing. "You must not tell him about me or all will be lost." She smiled once more and walked out the door."But… Hey, wait that doesn't..." Jack started to say, but found something was stopping him from going after her. Eventually, he shook himself out of the daze of worry and confusion from being confronted by the mysterious woman. He crawled over and peeked out the door and the building shook. He looked up cursing the Master and when he saw the coast was clear, made his way back to the infirmary.
Rose's phone rang and the Doctor looked over at her. "It's Mickey," she said and picked up.
"Mickey?"
"Rose, thank gawd! You and the Doctor have to get to Canary Wharf as soon as you can. Somthin's happened to Donna and her mum."
The Doctor watched as Rose's eyes reflected the horror she was feeling from whatever Mickey said to her. The Doctor grabbed the phone.
"Mickey! What's going on!" the Doctor demanded.
"It's about bloody time! Where the 'ell have you two been! We've been tryin' to reach you to for the past day! You've got to get to Canary Wharf now!" Mickey yelled.
"Oi! We've been tied up in a crisis tryin' to save this planet!" the Doctor shouted back. "Let me talk to Donna!"
Martha grabbed the phone. "Doctor, Donna and her mum are unconscious. It's like something sucked the life and time right out of them. Donna was conscious when we found her, but she's getting worse!" Martha told him and gave him the date and time of their location. The building shook as if an explosion had rocked it. "Shit!" she shouted in the phone before she was disconnected.
The Doctor held the phone out, staring at it in terror for Donna. He looked at Rose, his eyes haunted. "We have to get to Canary Wharf."
"They're at Canary Wharf right now?" Rose asked, worried for Donna but feeling a prickling of fear at the thought that something bad was once again going to happen at that place that had so ripped apart her world.
The Doctor ignored her questions and grabbed her hand while staring off into the distance. "Come on!" he said and dragged her along as he ran toward a motorcycle. He mounted it, soniced the ignition and then his glasses, turning them into sunglasses. "The Master has activated a psychic field directed to all the humans on the planet putting them into a sleep-like coma," he explained.
"But what about Mickey and everyone at Canary Wharf? They seemed fine and how do you know it's this Master?"
"The field could be generated from Canary Wharf and not affect anyone there. I know it's the Master, Rose. I can feel him," the Doctor explained and tapped his head as he made some adjustments to the motorcycle's engine with his sonic.
Although she had horrible feelings about heading straight to Canary Wharf, she grabbed a helmet that was attached on the back of the motorbike and strapped it on as she climbed on behind him. She had even more misgivings about facing this Master that had such an effect on the Doctor.
As the Doctor was about to pull away, Rose saw the Little Red Hooded Girl. She held her basket out in front of her and stared at Rose. A telepathic message began playing in Rose's mind. "They are very clever and will try to deceive you. The black knight will surround the white queen and torment the white king with words as sharp as daggers, his only goal to crush the white king's heart and poison everything around him. The arrogant black king sees himself as the great architect wielding the black knight to do his will. He does not see what is before him. The Darkness hides what cannot be seen, the hidden foe that waits their turn to re-enter the game."
When the Doctor sped away, the girl disappeared and Rose shivered at her frightening prophecy. Rose clung to the Doctor's back as he increased his speed weaving in and out and around unconscious people and abandoned cars, his long coat fluttering in the breeze. Rose closed her eyes tight trying to stay positive and imbibe the Doctor with all her love and strength to face whatever horrors awaited them at Canary Wharf. She only hoped their friends were faring well.
After an hour of the Doctor's seemingly erratic and wild driving, he slowed and stopped. Rose looked around him and saw a minivan puttering its way through the stalled traffic. It slowed and stopped. A green lizard like face peered out the window.
"It's a Silurian," the Doctor told her.
"How come it's awake? I thought anyone outside of Canary Wharf was knocked out cold?
"Only affects the human population. It's why you and I aren't affected. You're not human enough anymore and I'm, well me." He dismounted and the Silurian exited the vehicle, both of them walking toward one another.
"Doctor," the Silurian addressed him inclining her head. She was armed only with a samurai sword.
"I'm sorry, have we met? Sometimes I meet people out of order you see, so you could know me…"
"But you do not know me yet," she finished. She looked over at Rose. "Your Wolf is worried and well she should be. This planet is no longer safe harbor. Something is coming and all who have taken refuge on this primitive world are leaving."
"Is that so. Don't suppose you want to tell me what that is?" he asked with arched brows.
The female Silurian grinned a menacing toothy grin. "As you would say, that would be cheating. Know this old friend, a darkness is coming and the fate of this world is in flux. Not even the Lost Seer can say what will happen. Any species with self preservation is looking for a way off this planet."
The Doctor's eyes darkened. "I won't let it happen. Not this time and not this world," he said with cold certainty.
The Silurian again smiled at him. "You are the Doctor. I would expect nothing less. Any creature that plans on facing you and the Wolf is either insane or has a death wish. Good luck to you Doctor, not that you believe in it," she said mysteriously and returned to her vehicle to drive away.
The Doctor was taken aback by her belief that he and Rose were some type of fierce warriors. He never wanted that for Rose. He returned to the cycle.
"Doctor, what was that about?" Rose asked worried at his dark mood.
"Nothing, it was nothing. They're just on their way off world is all. Come on, we can't delay any longer," he told her in an emotionless tone of voice.
As they left, Rose watched menacing dark clouds building in the sky, starting to block the sun. It was as if the shadows were chasing them.
In the white room at the top of Canary Wharf, the Master stood tall and impressive watching the flurry of activity as his minions assembled a large metallic arch at the center of the room. Within this arch was a silver pedestal standing four feet high which held a round silver orb that looked liquid and yet solid at the same time. Around the edges of the room were small pillars with shiny red orbs atop them. The Master walked down toward the pedestal and ran his hand over the top, watching as the liquid metal orb rippled as if he had disturbed the surface even though he never touched.
He pulled a perfect diamond, the size of a walnut, out of his pocket and held it up. He tightened his fist around it and closed his eyes attuning his body into the rhythm of the never ending drums that perpetually haunted him. He opened his eyes and stared at the diamond as if mesmerized.
The ginger-haired Clarice walked into the room and bowed down. "Master, there is news of the Doctor."
The Master pocketed the diamond and narrowed his eyes at her. "Go on," ordered.
This facility ties into video surveillance throughout London which we have been monitoring. All has been quiet since you activated the psychotropic device until a few minutes ago. We observed two people on a motorbike riding into the outskirts of London. We believe they are coming here."
"Yes, I know. I already felt him. He always chooses the common direct route. He has no class, no finesse."
Clarice looked up at him, her eyes filled with devotion. "What are your orders, My Lord?"
The Master paced over to some devices set up off to one side of the room which appeared to be connected to the archway and caressed them. He turned back to Clarice. "Let's make him feel welcome. Set free our new pets to greet him and blondie," the Master said, smiling. "Make sure you activate all the cameras. Consider it a gift of entertainment from your lord and master," he said, as one of his followers brought him a curvy blonde dressed in a clingy red dress. She was struggling and cursing them until the Master touched her. She stopped and stared at him blankly. He held her hand and pulled her down a corridor. Minutes later, her screams echoed throughout the top floor of Canary Wharf.
As Rose and the Doctor continued to make their way closer and closer to Canary Wharf, Rose swore the sky grew even darker and the wind picked up. She saw Evil Red Riding Hood sneering at her twice along the way. Even worse, when she reached out with her feelings toward the Doctor, she was met with an icy, impenetrable wall. He was tense and focused on getting to Canary Wharf. She felt a foreboding growing within her the closer they progressed to their destination.
She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize they were slowing down until she heard the Doctor call her name and realized he had lowered whatever telepathic walls he had erected. She sat up as the motorcycle slowed to a stop. A movement caught her eye.
"Oh Gawd!" she exclaimed as she looked on as dozens upon dozens of obviously dead people lumbered toward them, some carrying axes and other sharp objects.
"Hello, Doctor!" a voice rang out over a speaker system nearby. "Welcome to my the new and improved London. Don't mind the local population, they can be a bit homicidal," he said, a bit cheerfully. After a pause, the Master added, "Oh wait, do mind the population 'cos they have a hankering for pinstripes and cute blondes!"
The Doctor stared ahead as the undead slowly made their way toward them. He pulled out his sonic "Rose, hang on tight. This could be…" he paused, "a bit messy."
"You mean we're gonna…" she didn't finish as the Doctor revved the motorbike.
"Oh shit," she muttered and wrapped herself tightly around him. Suddenly, he took off popping a wheelie as he zoomed around some of the decomposing, bloated bodies dragging themselves after the Doctor and Rose. Rose squeaked as one grabbed onto her and it's arm was ripped off as the Doctor sped by. Rose let go of the Doctor to reach up and toss the hand aside, feeling nauseous as she did so. After all, that had been a person at some point.
As they zoomed through the streets weaving in and around unconscious people, cars and the undead, they would periodically pass electronic signs which flashed messages like, "The Master Rocks!" "Bow before the Master!" and "Praise to the Master."
Rose rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding me?" she muttered. "What kind of rubbish Time Lord is he. I mean is this the best he can do?"
The Doctor who had been silent sent her a telepathic message. "Don't judge him based on some pathetic signs. He's clever and ruthless and…. he can't spell apparently," the Doctor said, as he looked at a sign that flashed "The Doctor Sux." "Blimey, he's dropping his standards," the Doctor muttered.
They continued passing signs, some with images of the Master grinning and taunting them. "Go on Doctor. Run! You and your new pet won't get far! I can seeee you!"
Soon they reached a street that was wall to wall undead. The Doctor stopped and pulled his helmet off and tossed it aside. Rose did the same. He looked at her. "Take the bike. I'll divert them," he said with little emotion to his voice.
"The hell I will!" she shouted at him. "I'm not leavin' you," she said firmly.
"Do as I say and run!" he shouted.
"No!" she answered.
"Do you want to die!" he raged at her, worried at what would happen if she didn't leave now.
"I'm not gonna die and neither are you. We've been through worse and we're doin' this together. We've got to get to Canary Wharf so stop wastin' time arguin'. Now what's the plan for dealin' with the zombie apocalypse?" Rose said, crossing her arms.
The Doctor stared at her his anger evident but thinking about what she said. He looked at the undead closing in on them and turned back to her. "Uh, run?" he answered, scratching his head, looking a bit perplexed. Rose rolled her eyes, grabbed his hand and off they ran, abandoning their motorbike and heading toward some buildings.
As they passed an electronics store, all the televisions displayed the Master's face laughing. "Oh come on! You can do better than this! Where's all that blood, anger and revenge!" he taunted and tossed some popcorn at the screen.
"Bloody annoying psycho Time Lord," Rose muttered as the Doctor soniced open a building and they raced in. He soniced the lock and they ran up the stairs heading toward the roof.
Once on the roof, the Doctor took a minute to scan the area. They were still miles from Canary Wharf. The Doctor paced angrily about the roof. He was furious at their situation and the fact that Rose refused to leave him. His emotions were in turmoil. Not only did he have the Master to contend with but there was something worse coming.
They didn't land at that crater in the park by accident. Something impossible had crashed there. He could feel its anomalous presence as clearly as he felt the Master. A horrible fear was clawing at him. How could a white point diamond have landed on Earth? That diamond could only come from one place in the whole universe: Gallifrey. It shouldn't have been possible. The planet was time locked. Nothing could get out unless...
Rose pulled out her mobile and rang Mickey. The Doctor whipped around and looked at her aggravated. "What are you doing?" he snapped, the Oncoming Storm simmering in his eyes.
"Calling an expert," she retorted.
Mickey picked up. "Rose! Where are you? All 'ell is breakin' loose here!"
"You don't say," Rose answered dryly as she watched at least a hundred zombies racing toward the building they were standing on. "So tell me, you have a zombie problem over there then?"
"Wot! Whadda mean a zombie problem!" Mickey demanded loudly. Martha and Wilf looked over at him, their eyes widening.
Jack burst into the room, closed and locked the door. "We've got a big problem," he said, checking his revolver to make sure it was loaded.
"Yeah, well Rose is askin' 'bout zombies and she don't sound like she's jokin" Mickey explained.
Jack snorted. "Well, we've got the Master in the building. I think that trumps zombies." He grabbed the phone from Mickey. "Rose, where are you?"
Rose sighed. "Well, we're a few miles from Canary Wharf on top of some building about to be surrounded by zombies if you can believe it. Apparently this Master has a sick sense of humor."
Jack cursed loudly. "The Doctor, is he with you?"
"Yeah, he's here. Don't s'pose you have an idea on how to get us outta here." Rose walked to the edge of the building and watched the zombies banging away at the entrance trying to get in. The dark clouds that had followed them continued to grow closer and the wind picked up. Rose looked up and shivered. She felt the icy wind and could feel time shifting. Something bad was coming. "Jack, we really need to get out of here. It's coming."
Jack paled and began pacing, trying to think of a solution. Mickey cleared his throat. "What!" Jack shouted.
"Rose called me 'cos she knows I got experience in stuff like this," Mickey said smirking. "I've seen just 'bout every zombie movie there is."
Jack thrust the mobile into Mickey's chest. "Fine Mr. Expert. Get them off the building and here pronto. It won't take the Master long to figure out we're here."
Mickey's smirk fell as he heard the worry and frustration in Jack's voice. "Rose, I think I've got an idea. Look, you got anything there that can burn and when I say burn, I mean like burn zombies."
Rose stared at the phone, her face a combination of horror and disbelief.
"What is it?" the Doctor asked, after pacing around the building contemplating a multitude of solutions.
"Mick wants to know if we've got anything to burn, um you know, them down there," Rose said, indicating the undead surrounding the building, her face filled with revulsion and unable to say the word "zombies."
The Doctor stopped, stared at her and then began to grin. "Brilliant," he breathed and walked purposefully toward the edge of the building. Rose followed him holding the phone. She looked over the edge and saw what the Doctor was looking at with an excited look.
She backed away from the edge as she watched the Doctor set the sonic and point it at a truck parked next the building which was marked "Propane."
"Mick, uh I think I better go run now. I'll call you after the explosion," she said and rang off.
Mickey stared at the phone and then looked up at Jack, Martha and Wilf who looked at him expectantly. "She says she'll call us after the explosion."
Jack closed his eyes and rubbed his hands on his face. Martha sighed shaking her head and walked back to her patients.
Wilf walked up to him. "Explosion you say? So, he's blowin' up them zombies?' Mickey nodded his head as he stared at his phone. Wilf patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry son, the Doctor will save us."
Meanwhile, back at the building, Rose ducked down behind an air conditioning unit while the Doctor used the sonic to blow up the propane truck. A huge explosion rocked the building. Smoke and falling debris filled the air.
Rose coughed as she called for the Doctor. It wasn't long before he strode casually over to her seemingly pleased with himself. "Well?" she asked.
"Oh the explosion was massive, blew several of them away really. Singed a few more, but you can tell Mr. Mickey that zombies can still attack a building even when they're burning. Rose sighed and shook her head. She and the Doctor made their way through the smoke to the side of the building. Hand-in-hand they stared at the wreckage. Pieces of zombies were everywhere and bits of them were still creeping toward the building. They noticed that the glass on the front of the building they were standing on was shattered and zombies were now crawling in and soon would be up on the roof with them. Rose looked up at the Doctor as he scratched his head with a contemplative look on his face.
The mobile rang and Rose absently answered it. "Mickey it was nice…" she started to say, before another voice cut her off.
"Well hello Rose Tyler, faithful companion of the Doctor, and public menace. Don't think that you two can spoil my fun by hiding up on that nasty building and blowing up the city. If anyone's going to blow up the city, it's me! Now I…"
Rose pulled the phone from her ear, frowned and stared at it. The caller ID showed "The Master."
She looked at the Doctor while still holding the phone out all the while the Master ranted at her. "Doctor, it's for you," she said and shoved the phone at him.
"What! I'm busy!" he shouted into the phone.
"Doctor," the Master purred. "Your naughty Rose was rude to me. I was having a conversation and she ignored me. You know I can't have that. How shall I punish her?" he asked in a soft evil voice.
The Doctor sighed. "Master, I don't have time for this," he said in an even voice and rang off and handed the phone back to Rose. "What did you say to him?" he asked in a tired voice.
Before Rose could answer, her mobile rang. The caller ID showed it was The Master. "Don't….don't answer that," the Doctor said, looking at the phone with mixed feelings of curiosity and contempt.
"He'll just keep callin' if we don't. He's like some evil telemarketer," Rose explained and accepted the call and shoved the mobile at the Doctor who glared at her.
"You don't get to hang up on me! You didn't even let me tell you what I found and I know you want to know. Don't you? You want to know what fell in that park. You can feel it, can't you? Just like the drums. Tell me you can hear them now!"
The Doctor swallowed hard. "What did you find?" he whispered. Already knowing the answer.
"What cannot exist. A white point star, Doctor. Something that escaped the time lock. Think about it. Think about what I could do," The Master said in insane glee.
"No, you can't. The Time War had to be ended. They were insane. Rassilon wanted to destroy the universe and every living thing in it just so his chosen few could ascend. Do you really think you would have been amongst those whom he deemed worthy of ascension?"
"We'll see about who does the ascending," the Master asserted confidently. "Why fight it anyway. You and I could stop them and start over. Think of it. A new Gallifrey. One that could fulfill its destiny and do what our people were meant for instead of that boring and pompous noninterference nonsense. You could finally make the universe better just like you always wanted," the Master said in a persuading voice.
"No. Gallifrey's time is over. I won't help you. I'll stop you Master no matter what it takes," the Doctor said in a broken voice.
The Master laughed harshly. "Really Doctor, as I recall last time we met, you were weeping uncontrollably over my loss. Touching really," the Master said sadistically.
The Doctor's face fell and he looked so devastated and miserable Rose decided she'd had enough and yanked the phone away from him. The Doctor stared at her in shock.
"All right, now see here! We're a bit busy! Go torment someone else and stop callin!" Rose told him in a perturbed voice.
The Master who had been sitting having his nails filed by one of his cult members slapped the girl away. "Oooo! Did he just hear you talk to me that way? You insipid little blonde peasant! Do you know who you're talking to!"
"Yeah I do. A spoiled, self indulgent, egotistical psychopath who has issues with authority and needs a good slappin'!" Rose said into the phone, her Tyler temper beginning to show.
The Doctor turned and looked at her with a look of admiration and maybe a touch of lust. Rose grinned back at him cheekily still holding the phone.
The Master smiled salaciously, caressed the phone and lounged proactively across a chair. "So, you like it rough do you? He always did try and fool everyone with that goody goody exterior. He really likes things a bit more physical. Just wait till I get my hands on you and I'll show you things he only dreams about. That is, if you survive," he said snickering.
Rose rolled her eyes. "Right, been nice talkin' with you Master. See you in a bit when we stop by for tea and to kick your arse!" Rose said and rang off.
Another explosion shattered windows around the block from the building as the propane truck fire began catching other vehicles on fire. "Did you really have to taunt him like that?" the Doctor asked, not seeming too upset by it.
Rose smiled. "Oh yeah," she said, nodding her head as she walked over to the Doctor. Just as they started to snog, Jack materialized.
Jack looked over at them and grinned. "Now, you know I hate to interrupt, especially a good 'we survived the zombie horde' snog but, we still have a big problem."
The Doctor turned toward Jack. "I take it you have a better solution than Mickey's burning zombies?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, my teleport," Jack said, grinning and tapping his wrist. "I'll teleport each of you back to the clinic at Canary Wharf and we can figure out how to stop the Master from there."
The Doctor glared at Jack's vortex manipulator. "Didn't I deactivate that?"
"Yeah, but lucky for you, I knew the base code and was able to re-activate it. You should be thanking me," Jack said, stubbornly refusing to allow the Doctor to chastise him.
"We'll discuss this later. Take Rose first," the Doctor ordered, just as the zombies started banging on the door leading to the roof.
"Oh no you're not. You're takin' the Doctor first," Rose insisted. "He's more important."
"What! Oh no, no, no. If you think I'm leavin' you up here alone to face the zombies, you've lost it," the Doctor retorted, his temper building.
"Really," Rose answered, crossing her arms and staring at him stubbornly as the zombie banging increased. "I don't think so Mr. 'I want you safe away from me and I shall face the oncoming hoard like the lonely god I am'," she said, with attitude.
The Doctor loomed up over her furious at her stubborn refusal. "I have had just about enough of this. When I tell you to go, You. Will. Go!" he said in a tight angry voice.
"Uh, guys," Jack tried to interrupt.
Rose ignored Jack and walked up and stared at the Doctor with her own storm brewing. "I won't leave you! When are you going to get that into that big Time Lord brain!"
Before the Doctor could respond, Jack stepped up to them. "Hey!" he shouted. They're almost through. We have to leave now!"
"Fine! We all leave together," the Doctor said in an angry voice and grabbed Jack's arm. He viciously soniced the vortex manipulator. The door burst open and the smoking and singed zombies crawled and lumbered out.
Jack grabbed both Rose and the Doctor and shouted. "Hang on!" as he hit the teleport.
When they reappeared, they were not in the infirmary at Torchwood. They were on top of the Torchwood building. Rose fell to her knees and vomited. The Doctor gripped his head and glared at Jack who collapsed next to Rose but seemed to be handling the transport better.
The Doctor stood up and looked around. He stared at the roof and could almost hear the Master's insane laughter. He knelt by Rose, handing her a linen cloth from his pocket and helping her up. Jack stood next to him. The three of them stared at the access door leading inside the building. The dark clouds that had been building consumed the sky and all of London was in darkness. Rose shivered as they heard a voice sing.
In a Tardis in a wood a little old Time Lord by the window stood Saw the masses screaming and running by Knocking at his door as the Darkness arrived Help us! Help us! Time Lord they cry or the Darkness will devour us all and we will surely die Helpless was the Time Lord as it all came to pass Soon he faded away as the new lords of universe arrived en masse
Rose and the Doctor looked at each other and then Jack. Rose reached for both their hands as they turned to face the door leading into the building to face what was coming.