A/N: Sorry I'm slightly late! Had to stay at church for longer than I had anticipated.

Sherlockedbyben: I'm interested as to when you are going to update your Clara/Master story. It's been almost three weeks. D:

The Doctor and the Woman gave a start as the TARDIS landed. He got up and ran to the door that led farther into the TARDIS.

"River, come on!" He called into the hall. "We've landed!"

"I'm coming!" Was the faint response.

The Woman rose from her seat "Where are we?"

"Ah…" The Doctor checked the TARDIS console. "London! Perfect! And judging by the looks of it, we've arrived at almost the exact place where the Master's TARDIS should be." He patted the controls. "Well done, old girl."

"What are the chances?" River had come to the doorway. She had changed into a simple blouse and pants. "The TARDIS always knows where to go."

"Is it still out there?" The Woman asked.

The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver. "Let's go and find out."

He poked his head out first. They were in a small square, with a fountain in the middle. It was nighttime, and the area was dimly lit only by street lights. A light rain was coming down, causing everything to glisten. No other TARDIS was in sight.

The Doctor walked out into the rain. "They must've left already! That's strange. Seems like quite a premature departure for someone charging a TARDIS." He started walking around, scanning the area with his screwdriver.

The Woman looked around. The square was rather simple, and there was not a person in sight. As she looked, something glinting in the faint light caught her eye.

The Doctor suddenly stopped his scanning, staring at his sonic.

"What is it?" River asked.

"Traces of Dalek… and cyber technology?"

The Woman crouched down and picked the tiny object up, inspecting it. "Doctor…"

"Just a minute."

She looked up, staring at what was in front of her. "Doctor."

"One sec!"

"Doctor!"

"What?" He turned around. "Oh."

The Woman was staring at a statue, which was still a few meters away from her, but had its arms outstretched. The lights around the square were beginning to flicker.

"Mom, back away slowly." The Doctor said, not taking his eyes off of the statue.

She slowly walked backwards until River grabbed her shoulder, stopping her. She handed the tiny object to the Doctor. "I found this on the ground over there."

"River, watch the statue." The Doctor said while he looked the thing over. It was a tiny metal bug. "A cybermite. Mister Clever!"

"Excuse me?" River said.

The Doctor poked his head. "Think. Daleks, a cybermite , Angels, a TARDIS disappearing."

"Doctor, what's going on?" River demanded as she found it increasingly hard to keep her eyes on the statue.

"This crack leaks things." The Doctor explained. "It's leaking things I've killed in the past, including…" He trailed off.

"Including what?"

"A Cyber Planner. I think a Cyber Planner has control of the Master."

"Well, that's the least of our concerns!" The Woman shouted. "Right now we're surrounded by a bunch of W-"

The Doctor turned to look at her as she cut off, only to find them standing with horrified expressions on their faces; stone hands clamped over their mouths. Statues had come up behind them and grabbed them.

"Don't move." He breathed. "It'll be okay."

So we meet again, Doctor.

He turned, looking up at the fountain. Perched on the point of the fountain was an angel with a jagged-toothed smile on its face.

"Angel Bob."

Correct, sir.

"How are you here? You were in the nineteen sixties a few days ago."

We chased the Lord of Time's TARDIS through the crack.

"But instead, you found me."

We meet again, Lady of Time. Angel Bob said, seemingly acknowledging River.

River mumbled something that sounded distinctly like: "You despicable creature."

"What do you want?" The Doctor asked.

Give us the TARDIS.

The Doctor looked back at the box, which had remained untouched for the time being. "You know I wouldn't let that happen."

Then you're friends will die.

The Doctor pointed at the smirking statue. "You understand this, Angel Bob. I just got my mother and my wife back from the dead, and there is no way on this earth I am ever losing them again! You understand that?"

Then choose. The Angel said. Your family or the TARDIS.

"I think it would be okay to untie me now, at least for a time." The Master said.

"You sure about that?" Clara said, eying him suspiciously. "Or do you want me to slap you again just to make sure?" She raised her hand to slap him.

"No, Clara, no!" The Master wiggled around. "I'm fine, it's really me! You don't have to slap me again!"

"Okay…" Clara undid the bonds, and maintained a safe distance from him as he stood up, massaging his wrists.

"I can't blame you for being suspicious." He said.

"Tell me your real name."

He grinned. "Koschei."

"Good enough." She grabbed the sponge with ammonia and the rope. "I'm taking these just in case."

"Good idea."

As they walked down the TARDIS corridors, Clara finally got the courage to ask: "Was it you or the Cyber Planner that kissed me?"

The Master looked at her, smiling slightly. "What do you think?"

"Er, well, I honestly don't know. After all, it was the Cyber Planner saying all that stuff about me, and—"

At that point, they entered the control room, and the Master cut her off. "We're here. Stay behind me."

He peered out the door, looking around. They were on a ship, with metal corridors. The walls were lined with seemingly deactivated Cybermen.

"I think it's okay." They stepped out into the ship.

"Why did the Cyber Planner bring us here?" Clara asked, looking around at all the dormant robots. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as she looked at their shiny metal faces and dead black eyes.

"The Cyber Planner wants to reactivate the Cybermen; to resurrect them. The Cyber Planner acts as their commander." The Master explained. "But as long as I'm in control, I'll try to destroy the ship and get rid of this thing."

"And how long will you be in control?" Clara asked, feeling slightly intimidated by the dark look in the Time Lord's eyes.

"I'm not sure."

Clara shook her head. These last few days had been a turmoil of emotions.

Suddenly, the corridor opened up into a large room with control panels and a central steering system. On the far right side was a large window looking out into the blackness of space. Across from them was another display case looking thing, with strange robots, not Cybermen, inside. Their heads were transparent, and they could see the mechanical workings inside.

Clara walked to the window, looking out at space. "Wow. No matter how many times I see this, it never ceases to amaze me."

The Master walked over to the control panel and started pressing buttons. "You get tired of it, eventually."

She stared at the stars. "How do you get tired of this?"

"When you're a Time Lord, that's just the way things are."

"That doesn't seem like a very good existence." Clara mumbled.

"But sometimes it makes up for it, because after all, they're here."

"Who's here?"

"I am." His voice was far closer to her this time.

She turned, only to have his hands wrap around her neck. Looking up, she saw the dark, cold expression that the Cyber Planner harbored.

"Master… please…" She croaked as she was strangled, staring in terror at him.

"Maybe the Master won't fight as much if you're not around."

"Please…" She blacked out.

What have you done? The Master roared at the Cyber Planner, battling for control of his mind.

Relax. She's not dead, yet.

You were wrong. The Master hissed. I will fight all the more now that she's been hurt!

The Cyber Planner smiled. Wakey, wakey.