The Doctor and The Master stared each other down from a distance as everyone, except David Morrissey's of course, looked on confused. The Master's eyes were filled with anger while The Doctor's were filled with shock, pain, and regret as memories flooded back to him as to the last time he saw The Master.

The Doctor slowly started to walk towards The Master. "But...but how did you..."

Before he could finish and before he could actually walk up to The Master, The Master pulled a sonic blaster from his jacket pocket and pointing it at The Doctor. "Nuh uh uh...not so fast, cowboy. Not one more step. And don't test me because after what you did to me, I have every right to do it." He warned, to which The Doctor sighed.

Matt looked at The Doctor with a face of shock and confusion. "Doctor...correct me if I'm wrong...but did you say The Master was your friend?"

"Yes." The Doctor said with a heavy sigh, still not taking his eyes off The Master, as hard as it was to look at the man. "Contrary to how the show portrays him these days...after the Time War...he was a good friend to me."

"I only wish he put more emphasis on the was because the greatest mistake I ever made in my life was aligning myself with that man." The Master stated, still pointing his blaster at The Doctor. "A mistake I will not make twice and a mistake I wish to correct once I kill him." He added. "Shall I tell them our story, Doctor? What you did to me?" He asked The Doctor, who stayed silent and simply bowed his head sadly at the ground. The Master smirked as he put his blaster back in his jacket pocket. "I'll take that as a yes."

"I'm sorry. I'm so...so sorry." The Doctor said sympathetically.

The Master shook his head. "Sorry doesn't change the past, now does it?" The Doctor stayed silent as The Master scoffed and then looked around the room. "Alright, boys and girls. It's story time." He said sarcastically. "A long time ago, in a galaxy too far away for the human mind to even comprehend...I was a prisoner on Gallifreyan soil. I paid for most of my crimes and I even regretted them. You get a lot of time to think when you spend a while confined to prison cell walls in shackles. I thought that was enough but the Time Lord Council thought that my crimes were so great, I had to be sent to a planet that was close to extinction. The destruction of the planet would have been my execution. Luckily, I escaped and fled Gallifrey the day I was supposed to be shipped and ironically enough...that was the same day that The Time War ended. That was the day Gallifrey was destroyed...at the hands of The Doctor. No more Daleks...except for these artificial ones Morrissey and I made. No more Time Lords...except for me and him. After roaming the galaxy for quite some time, I heard rumors that Gallifrey's destruction was The Doctor's doing. Can't say I was surprised. I always knew he had that killer instinct. He is me afterall."

"You are me." The Doctor agreed with a frown.

"And I am you." The Master added with a grin, enjoying seeing The Doctor suffer internally. "You're the ying to my yang...the Sherlock Holmes to my Professor Moriarty...the good to my evil and as far as clichés go, you're the good that makes me evil and I'm the evil that makes you good. Anyway, once I found out what he did, I decided to look for him and give him a good pat on the back. I always wanted to see Gallifrey fall and after all this time, The Doctor was the last person I thought would make it happen. My quest took me to Earth and it turned out The Doctor used the chameleon arch to masquerade as a human. That human, named Sydney Newman, went on to create Doctor Who as a writer. Seeing him wallow in hiding...it did something to me." He said with sorrow in his voice as he folded his hands behind his back. "I felt something. It wasn't so much as pity...but it was sympathy. When we were enemies, I always recognized The Doctor as a man who was always so vigilant. Fought til the end no matter what. The man who never gave up...had given up on everyone else...on the universe...on himself. Needless to say...no matter how I felt about the man...as much as it pains me to even admit...I thought it was a shame to see the universe lose a great man so I opened his fob watch, reawakened his memories, and through heavy persuasion, I helped him go back to being him. But, I knew that even he shouldn't be alone. So I decided to travel with him..."

"And travel we did." The Doctor took over. "We travelled the stars for so long. In a strange turn of events, my greatest enemy became my best mate. We healed each other. We adventured together. We laughed together. It was glorious."

"Until...she...came on board." The Master took over again with a hint of anger in his voice just thinking about her.

"She had a name!" The Doctor fired back.

The Master smirked and chuckled briefly. "She did...Rose. And I'm sorry, did you say had?" He asked, finally noticing Rose was not with The Doctor right now. "What happened to her? Where is she now?"

The Doctor looked down at the ground with a gloomy look on his face. "I don't want to talk about it."

The Master scoffed. "Fair enough...for now. I still can't believe the moment you saved her that night in London from the Autons, you were so googly eyed with her from the start. A simple human. The moment we brought her onboard, you acted as if I didn't exist. I became a third wheel." He said, trying to conceal his anger but you could easily hear it in his tone. "It all came to a head when the TARDIS got a distress signal from the planet Sarn."

"What's the planet Sarn?" Asked Tennant.

"The planet Sarn is one of the hottest planets in the galaxy." The Master said before he began to elaborate further. "It's inhabitants foolishly praise a Fire God that doesn't exist. Turned out the planet's chief used his peoples beliefs as a ploy for power, but that's besides the point. Me, The Doctor, and Rose tried to tell the people the truth, but the Fire Chief kidnapped Rose and I, dangled our bodies over two separate lava pits, and told The Doctor if he didn't swear allegiance to the Fire God they would drop the both of us. Of course, The Doctor refused. He chose to save us instead, but he only had time to save one of us. Can you take a guess on who he chose to save?" He looked around the room to see if anyone would answer, but it was dead silent. "No takers? It's a very simple answer." He added, forcing a smile on his face as he walked closer to The Doctor to which they were face to face. "He saved her. Oh right, I forgot. She has a name so let me rephrase that...he saved Rose! He saved the beautiful human damsel in distress opposed to his childhood friend. After all the history we had...mates as children...grew to be enemies...then mates all over again...he still decided to save his little crush opposed to his only friend in the universe."

"You don't understand." The Doctor said softly and painfully.

"YOU'RE RIGHT! I DON'T SO WHY DON'T YOU EXPLAIN!" The Master exclaimed furiously, eyes boiling with rage. "Explain how a girl who you barely even knew even held a candle to what we had?! You were like a brother to me and I loved you like a brother. We were like brothers, you and I, and the feeling of being the second option to a human you only knew for so long compared to our history is the biggest dagger I've ever felt in my back so go on! Explain! You have no idea how long I waited to hear you explain that!"

The Doctor sighed and gulped. He knew he was wrong and he felt wrong for it. He couldn't even look The Master in his eyes so he kept his eyes on the ground, staring down at The Master's shiny black shoes. "You and I have lived for hundreds of years. She was only 20. We've done all we can for the universe and she had so much to-"

The Master burst out laughing maniacally right in The Doctor's face. "Of all the tired speeches you could think of, you picked that one?" He laughed some more before continuing, giving a stern, serious look. "I was hoping for a little bit of truth in that. At least admit you loved her more than me. Now I can accept the fact that you were in love with her. You loved me as a brother, but the feeling of being in love with someone cannot compare. I've come to terms with that. What I cannot come to terms with is the fact that you, in a case of life and death, chose her over practically your own brother. We were like family and you let them drop me in the pit like I was old news. It's like choosing a mistress over a newborn child."

"How did you survive?" The Doctor asked abruptly.

The Master scoffed with a grin, seeing how badly The Doctor wanted to take the spotlight off of himself and change the subject in even the slightest way. "Apparently, the universe isn't done with me yet. My coat got stuck to a spike in the pit before my body hit the lava, but clearly as you can see..." He showed The Doctor the right side of his face, exposing the scars and the burns. "...I didn't exactly come out unscathed." He smirked, but frowned when he noticed The Doctor refused to look up at his face, keeping his head bowed at the ground. With a snarl, The Master grabbed The Doctor's face so he was looking right at his face. "OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" The Master ordered, bringing out all of his anger in his shout.

The Doctor looked simply devastated at The Master's scars. He felt so much pain and regret inside of him. The Master was his friend through everything. Even when he showed more attention to Rose than The Master, he never complained or raised his voice. The Master didn't deserve these scars. As far as The Doctor was concerned, it was all his fault.

The Master growled angrily as he pushed The Doctor away from him and turned his back on him. He sighed. "When I crawled out and saw that you were gone, they enslaved me for a year. Do you have any idea how it feels to be enslaved on one of the hottest planets in the galaxy for a year? Do you, Doctor?" He asked in a vulnerable and defeated tone, back still turned away from The Doctor who stayed silent. The Master continued, shaking his head. "Of course you don't. Believe me, you don't want to. Luckily, I managed to break out, escaping in one of their pods. I searched every planet for you. Through every moon and every star in the galaxy. I wanted to just give you a piece of mine. Eventually..." He turned angrily to The Doctor. "...I wanted to kill you. My quest took me to late 2008. I found David Morrissey sulking and crying, saying he hated Doctor Who. I approached him, explained everything on that show was real, and that from the looks of things, we had a common enemy. So, we planned and we planned. Using my Vortex Manipulator, we travelled to this year and planned in secret. We used broken remnants of Dalek weaponry scattered across the universe to create these Daleks and we used pure steel to build our own Cybermen."

"And that machine over there...you're gonna use it to travel to the 1960's and kill The Doctor?" Christopher asked.

"Just as my partner explained. That's a part of our deal afterall. Killing him in the past would stop him from pitching Doctor Who, meaning none of you get to play The Doctor and last but not least...my favorite part of the deal...The Doctor dying in the past ceases his existence in the present." The Master nodded, pointing at Morrissey. "The machine is a little more complex than that, but as my partner stated, a good villain doesn't explain his plan." He said, to which Morrissey couldn't help but chuckle.

"But how can you go back in time to kill The Doctor if he is here now? Wouldn't that be a fixed point in time?" Tennant questioned in confusion.

The Master nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid it will certainly cause a paradox. All theories behind it are merely speculations. Not even the Time Lords knew the complete repercussions of a paradox...that's what makes this all so fun!" He said in pure giddiness. "Who knows what could happen?! Time could end...begin all over again...freeze...reverse...all of the above..."

"Kill everyone?!" Christopher interrupted. "Bring about the end of time and life itself! Any of that spring to mind?!"

The Master turned to Christopher with a coy smile, pointing at the scars on his own face. "Look at my face. Look at the depths The Doctor has driven me to. Do I look like I care about dying? In fact, I welcome death." He stated simply. Morrissey sighed to himself, hoping time wouldn't end. Afterall, The Master promised him that no one would get killed when they started planning. End time itself, to Morrissey, would be like mass genocide. Now he was starting to have second thoughts.

"But why gather all these actors? Why did they have to be your source of power?" Matt asked.

The Master shrugged. "Honestly, it could have been anyone, but Morrissey insisted on these actors. He wanted to see them suffer. We would grab more actors, but we don't need to anymore. With the actors we have plus The Doctor it'll be just enough to power the machine to it's full energy. How does it feel Doctor? Knowing your energy will be used to ensure your demise?"

"You can't do this." The Doctor said in a broken whisper, playing over the repercussions of their plan in his own head.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" The Master asked.

"You can't do this!" The Doctor spoke out. "I've saved too many people and if you rewrite history in such a drastic way-"

"Oh, like you saved me?!" The Master fired back. "Like you saved Rose? Look around the room Doctor...all these people...do they look saved? Funny how the name Doctor means savior. Wise man. Healer. Yet all you do is destroy. You cause more pain than you take away."

"And The Master means leader. Dominator. One who controls. Yet you've become a slave to your own madness." The Doctor fired back, implying The Master had let his emotions get the better of him and control him.

The Master didn't understand what that meant so he smirked and laughed it off a bit. "Doctor, as much as I love a good riddle, we haven't the time. We really must get started. Cybermen! Escort these men to their positions!" He ordered to which Cyberman came and grabbed the actors, putting them with all the other prisoner actors. Morrissey got a hold of Georgia Moffett. She wasn't needed, so he just grabbed her by the wrist and stood there with her. She started to fight back, but her husband whispered that he advised against it. One of the Cybermen started to grab The Doctor until...

"WAIT!" The Master exclaimed. "Not yet. I just have one more thing I have to ask The Doctor."

The Cyberman stood to the side for the moment as The Doctor stood in front of The Master, confused. "Ask away." He said, trying to show defiance.

The Master smirked. "Tell me...I really must know...what happened to Ms. Rose Tyler?"