Author's notes

Sorry it took all day to be posted (school takes you're time away, it's a pain i know) but here it is chapter 11, i read many reviews for my last chapter and i want to thank them, NoLongerAGuest and AvengeWholocked reviewed my chapter and i hope they enjoyed it, I'm sorry you though it was predictable NoLongerAGuest :p

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-Nightwish14

The Master still hadn't sorted out the wires when Clara woke up, the Doctor must have really messed them up.

"We're too low on power to do anything, we can't reconnect any of these wires until we get 25% power we have 20%" said the Master to a Dalek.

"We do not have any other power. Not even in the reserves."

"Then you are all going to die, all because you picked a fight you couldn't win and now you've come unstuck and you're depending upon me to help you" concluded the Master walking around the control centre, looking at the scrap metal, odds and ends and basic tools lying around. "How can I help you, if you don't give me the right tools?" he shouted a sudden mood swing. "There has to be another way to get power" he said putting his hands to his temples.

The Daleks moved around the control room, another was next to the TARDIS and the last was by the holding cells. The Master made a sudden move; it struck him, an idea.

"What if we used one of you as power? We would only need 10% power to harvest your energy. Harvesting you would give us a 30% power increase, more than enough power to reconnect these wires and harvest the Doctor's pride and joy."

"Which one of us do you require?"

"You can't be serious?" cut in the TARDIS. "You're going to die just so you can get my power?"

"It is a necessary sacrifice, to survive" replied the Dalek.

"Then you, Dalek. Come here, you can be the sacrifice" said the Master.

"I obey."


Clara watched intently as the Master was hard at work connecting the Dalek to the mainframe, he had taken no notice of her- or very little, since her consciousness.

Her cheek was still stinging and she could feel a small lump, she suspected he had bruised her cheek. She had to do something, she had been completely useless all day, being abducted, then being exterminated and then the Master used her as a hostage and now she was tied to a chair. She had to help the Doctor, there was no way he could get out of the holding cell he was in, and even with his clever ideas he wouldn't be able to get past the Dalek.

"There we are, all connected to the computer" sung the Master. "Say goodbye to your Dalek companions, you're never going to see them again."

"I have no need to say goodbye, what I am doing is for the greater good of the Daleks" it croaked. Au revoir"

The Master pulled a lever and the wires sparked with electricity, the Dalek made a noise that sounded the closest thing it would make to pain; it was comical to see a loading bar on the monitor, it was half full and filling fast, near the end there was a blinding flash and sparks were sent across the room.

The Master was sent backwards, and crashed on the floor.

Clara screamed and closed her eyes; she turned her head away to avoid the sparks from hitting her face. The TARDIS did the same.

After the flash and the power had been fully harvested the light died down, the Master got up from the floor and brushed off his suit. "Excellent" he smiled. "We finally have enough power to reconnect the cables and harvest you're power, isn't that great?" he turned to the TARDIS.

"Go laser your self" replied the TARDIS irritated. "Before you do though unhook me and free the Doctor."

"Tut-tut your words have such a sting to them" he turned towards Clara. "You are now in my way."

He started walking towards Clara and she began to struggle against the cables but her bonds wouldn't move; that was when she became aware of how frightened she was of what he would do.

Once the Master reached her, he gripped the back of the chair she was sitting on and pulled it backwards, to the side of the control centre. "Stay here, don't move, not that you can" he said.

Clara let out a breath of relief. An idea came to her, she wasn't sure if it would work, but it was the only one she had, she had to try. She began to try to loosen the cables around her wrists at the back of her; the Master wouldn't be able to see her now. She twisted and pulled and yanked and did her best.


It was beginning to hurt; the already too tight cables were really cutting into her skin now, they were loosening but at the cost of bloody wrists, although it was painful she knew the blood would help to act as something slippery.

Continuing to coil and twist and pull and yank at the bonds made her wrist bleed more, she blinked back tears; she wasn't going to give up. Not now. She pulled her wrist hard and her hand slipped out of the cables.