Author's Note: sorry about the writer's block for a while there. I'm back! I would like to say that the more reviews I get, the more frequently my chapters will come. I think this story is drawing to a close in a few chapters or so. Yeah, I know, it's sad. But you can still read my other stories or check out my blog.

"Doctor! So good to see you! And I see you've brought your little friends." the Master said with an evil smile.

"Don't underestimate us." Martha said, a clear edge to her voice.

"You ladies are completely useless. Honestly, I don't know why he lets you travel with him. I myself have never seen the point of a companion. He doesn't need you, you know."

"Oh really?" Molly asked, her voice as tough as steel.

"So cheeky! I shall have to call in the king to deal with this." Moriarty strode in.

"I bet you wish you were still with me now!" Moriarty said, smirking. Molly slapped him.

"Nope!" At that moment, the Master's men came in and tied up the Doctor and Sherlock.

"No rope can hold me!" the Doctor shouted.

"Please, save the bravado for later. It's so boring." Moriarty complained.

"Asking him to save it for later implies that you wish him to display bravado, just not right now."

"Don't get clever with me!"

"Why ever not?" Sherlock asked, feigning confusion.

"Because I'm the boss!"

"Actually, I'm the boss, Moriarty, but I agree with you nonetheless." the Master interjected. "Now, then, send them off for torture."

Martha and Molly looked at each other and said "Ready? NOW!" On "now", they kicked the Master and Moriarty simultaneously in the groins. The Master was the first to recover.

"A futile gesture of revenge. It won't get you anywhere."

"Oh, but it already has." Molly informed him. Confused, both men turned to see the two geniuses running, despite the fact that both of them were tied to chairs. No, scratch that. Sherlock had broken free. And yet the Doctor, who was still tied up, kept up with him. The Sherlock crew was surprised by this. Martha shrugged.

"He does an awful lot of running."

•••

The Master shrugged. "That still won't get you anywhere. I'm the prime minister, I can do what I want."

"Not so fast." John interjected. He held up a long scroll of paper.

"What's that?"

"It's the law you agreed to."

"I don't remember agreeing to any law." John thrust the paper in the Master's face. It had Saxon's signature. "How did you..."

"You agreed to it yourself." The Master looked at the paper more closely.

"But that's... you said that was the terms and conditions of being Prime Minister." Martha laughed out loud. "What?"

"Did you really think there were terms and conditions? Oh you poor, ignorant Time Lord, unaware of human politics." The Master scoffed.

"But I'm the Prime Minister. I can do whatever I like."

"Not according to this." John insisted.

"Oh, really?" the Master asked. "And what does this say?" Molly laughed.

"You didn't read it?"

"Nobody reads the terms and conditions!"

"I do!" John interjected.

"So what does it say?" the Master asked.

"'In the event that two geniuses are tied to chairs and then manage to escape, the Prime Minister will, without question, cede authority to the previous Prime Minister or, if the previous Prime Minister is unavailable, a new election will be held.'"

"You're kidding me!"

"Nope. And there's more. 'The current Prime Minister will further dismantle every creation of his that is used on a national level.' That includes the Archangel Network."

"Hah! You'll never catch me tearing that down!" Melinda cartwheeled in, followed by Kaitlin.

"Show off." Kaitlin muttered. Melinda presented a laptop to the Master and opened it with a flourish. The screen flashed dark blue.

"TARDIS Initiative has been launched." a female computer voice announced.

"TARDIS"

"The Archangel Really Destroys It Self." A pop-up appeared on the screen. It was a video of Violet Verner.

•••

"Hello, cousins. If you are watching this, something's gone wrong. This is the program I launched as a failsafe after talking to both of you and trying to keep you from tearing the world apart. If this has been activated, it means one of you has been a jerk and done something that threatens the security of the world and the safety of its people. I can only guess. Frankly, I don't want to know. You two are... difficult. I don't know who else is watching, but beware. These two sisters are dangerous. You have been warned." She paused for a moment. "Hang on, this is a more specific message than I thought. It means... oh, wow. Good job, guys! You're about to destroy the universe! Well, that's where this kicks in. The TARDIS Initiative (you can decide what it stands for, but I named it after the big blue box that belongs to my friend) seeks the object most dangerous or most crucial to the evil plan and destroys it. This does not kill people, and it destroys property only if necessary." She paused again, looking at a list. "That's all I have to say. Good luck." The video ended and a new pop-up appeared.

•••

"Would you like to dismantle the Archangel Network?" it asked.

"Because every good invention has a self-destruct button." Miranda said with a laugh.

"But... but..."

"Oh, don't worry, Saxon. You're nothing special. It's a standard of mine to install a self-destruct function in everything I make. Just a precautionary measure, in case things get out of hand." She smiled and started to put her hand on the button.

"Wait! Stop!" the Master grabbed her hand. She pivoted swiftly and slapped him.

"Oh? You don't like that? You cruel man, have a taste of your own medicine!" she spat, slapping him again. She whirled around to face Moriarty, who was laughing at the Master's misfortune. She glared at him, then slapped him. "Don't you get any ideas."

"This is all useless if they're not geniuses!"

"Well, they are. Tough luck, mister." Kaitlin retorted, saying 'mister' like it was an insult.

"Ah, but I don't think they are."

"Oh, really?" Martha asked. "He may be a madman with a box, but he's still a genius."

"He's an idiot with a box, and it's time you knew." Martha slapped him.

"Does your face hurt yet?" He glared.

"And don't you dare insult Sherlock!" Molly shouted.

"Why not, he's just a stupid detective. He ain't have no brains."

"'Has not got any', you idiot! Don't talk out loud, Saxon, you lower the IQ level of the whole street."

"Whatever. Point is, this contract is null and void. They aren't geniuses, and I can prove it. I just have to ask the right questions."

"Fire away." the Doctor said as he and Sherlock walked into the room (both free this time).