Last of the Time Lords: The Trap

The Doctor stood in a birdcage, dangling from a stand, as he stared at the end of the table of the conference room where the Master had set up a small monitor displaying Angel, lying on the cold ground in a holding cell. He could see her clearly even on the small monitor, a 'gift' from the Master, perfect quality. He could see every shadow on her face, how her skin shined with sweat, could hear every groan and whimper she made as though he were right there beside her.

She looked worse, much worse…what the Master had done to him, aging him like that, hurting him...had hurt her as well. She'd felt his pain as much as he tried to hide it but...she'd always been more sensitive to things than he had been. She'd still felt it. And it had weakened her that much more. She didn't deserve that, she didn't need the extra agony, to endure that suffering. She was suffering enough.

He closed his eyes tightly, she just needed to hold on, just till Martha made her way back…

~8~

The Jones family sat in their cell, still awake despite the late hour, it wasn't like they ever got much sleep anyway, none of them felt even remotely safe enough to close their eyes with the Master lurking around. So they sat up, just...talking, "I'm gonna kill him," Mrs. Jones said, "If I have to wait 100 years, I'm going to kill the Master. One day he'll let his guard down. One day. And I'll be there."

"No, that's my job," Clive cut in, "I'll swear to you. I'd shoot that man stone dead," he leaned forward and kissed his wife, this past year, the terrible things they'd seen...had made him realize how amazing his wife was, how strong she was. Annalise...she'd have cried and complained and cowered the whole time but not Francine, she stayed standing, she stayed strong...for Martha.

That was something Annalise didn't have, the strength of a mother.

He had been a fool to ever let his wife go like that.

"I'll get him," Tish decided, "Even if it kills me."

"Don't say that," Mrs. Jones took her hand.

"I mean it. That man made us stand here and listen as he had those spheres slaughter millions of people. I swear to you, he's dead."

~8~

The Master led a docile Lucy into the Valiant's conference room and over to the Doctor, smirking as he saw the man still staring at the monitor, "Tomorrow, they launch," the Master announced as he stepped in, Lucy clinging to him.

But the Doctor didn't react, just kept staring.

The Master pouted at being ignored and walked over, flicking a switch to shut the monitor off, waiting till the Doctor looked up at him before continuing, "We're opening up a rift in the Braccatolian space. They won't see us coming. Kinda scary."

"Then stop," the Doctor rasped.

"Once the empire is established and there's a new Gallifrey in the heavens, maybe then…it stops," he moved over and looked at the Doctor through the bars of the cage, "The drumming. The never ending drumbeat. Ever since I was a child. I looked into the Vortex. That's when it chose me. The drumming, the call to war. Can't you hear it? Listen, it's there now. Right now. Tell me you can hear it, Doctor. Tell me."

"It's only you."

He was insistent on that. It had to only be the Master because...Angel had heard it in the silo. But he firmly believed that it was just a psychic episode, that she had sensed the drumming and not really heard it. Ever since Yana had released the Master from the watch she hadn't heard it ever again. So it really was just him.

"Good."

The door slid open and sphere drifted in, "Tomorrow, the war," the female sphere said, "Tomorrow we rise. Never to fall."

"You see?" the Master waved at the sphere, "I'm doing it for them! You should be grateful! After all, you love them. So very, very much."

~8~

Docherty worked on opening the sphere, "There's some sort of magnetic clamp. Hold on, I'll just trip the…" she stuck a metal cutting pen in there and the clamp released, allowing the sides to open like petals, "Oh my God!" Martha and Tom rushed over to peer inside.

There was a wizened human head, green skinned, attached to machinery. The lights sparked on and its eyes opened, startling them.

"It's alive."

"Martha," a male voice said, "Martha Jones."

"It knows you," Tom looked at her.

"Sweet, kind Martha Jones. You helped us to fly."

"What do you mean?" Martha frowned.

"You led us to salvation."

"Who are you?"

"The skies are made of diamonds."

"No…" she backed away in shock, horrified, "You can't be him."

"We share each other's memories. You sent him to Utopia."

"Oh my God!"

"What's it talking about?" Tom frowned at her reaction, "What's it mean?"

"What are they?" Docherty asked.

"Martha," Tom reached out and shook her a bit, "Martha, tell us. What are they?"

"They're us," she looked up, "They're humans. The Human Race from the future."

~8~

The Master sat down at the table now, smirking over at the Doctor, "I took Lucy to Utopia. A Time Lord and his human companion. Had to be a human, didn't it?" he nearly sneered, "Not like I have a Mate," he muttered, glaring at nothing in particular before shaking his head and smirking back at the Doctor again, "I took her to see the stars. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

Lucy seemed to wince at the endearment, "Trillions of years into the future," she nodded, a bit dazed, "To the end of the Universe."

"Tell him what you saw."

"Dying. Everything dying. The whole of creation was falling apart. And I thought…there's no point. No point to anything. Not ever."

She had wanted to help them escape, help ease their suffering, help them surive. But...she realized...only months ago...when she'd taken one single trip down to Earth to see their empire...that THIS was exactly the same. She'd helped the Master bring the end of the Universe to the present day.

It was her fault.

"And it's all your fault," the Master turned to the Doctor, Lucy wincing once more, hearing her own thoughts directed at another.

~8~

"I'd sort of worked it out, with the Paradox Machine," Martha explained, "Because the Doctor and Angel said, on the day before the Master came to power, they said…the Master had the TARDIS, this time machine, but the only other place he could go was the end of the Universe. So he found Utopia."

~8~

"You should have seen it, Doctor," the Master breathed, "Furnaces, burning. The last of humanity screaming at the dark."

~8~

"The Utopia Project was the last hope," Martha continued, "Trying to find a way to escape the end of everything."

"There was no solution, no diamonds," the sphere said sullenly, "Just the dark and the cold."

~8~

"All that human invention that had sustained them across the eons," the Master shook his head, "It all turned inwards. They cannibalized themselves."

The Doctor flinched at those three words, recalling Angel had said the same when they first saw the spheres on the telly of Martha's home. Even then she had sensed what they were, even if she hadn't realized exactly what that was.

"We made ourselves so pretty," the sphere cheered.

"Regressing into children, but it didn't work. The Universe was collapsing around them."

~8~

"But then the Master came with his wonderful time machine to bring us back home," the sphere recalled.

"But that's a paradox," Docherty shook her head, "If you're the future of the Human Race, and you've come back to murder your ancestors, you should cancel yourselves out. You shouldn't exist."

"And that's the Paradox Machine," Martha nodded.

~8~

"My masterpiece, Doctor," the Master smiled, "A living TARDIS, strong enough to hold the paradox in place, allowing the past and the future to collide in infinite majesty."

"And you've twisted her," he glared.

"And your Mate with her," the Master reminded him with a dark grin.

Oh he loved this so much. When the Doctor had worked out what was wrong with his Mate, his first reaction, of course, had been to attack HIM. HE was responsible for her failing body after all, HE was the one to butcher the TARDIS and reshape her into the machine, HE was the one who had made the box sick and, as a result, the Time Lady as well. The guards had subdued the Doctor quite easily, he was just a frail old man, but the torment in the man's gaze as he realized what was happening...wonderful.

They were the last of the Time Lords, the last two, and she was the last Time Lady, but she was also the Mate of the Doctor. It did strike him, it did hurt him, to know that he would never have a Mate, not just because of his so-called insanity, but because of their planet being destroyed. Lucy was the best he could make do with, a wife and not a Mate.

If HE couldn't have a Mate, neither should the Doctor.

"She's connected to the TARDIS, isn't she? Oh I worked it out ages ago when she first collapsed. How much longer can she last I wonder?"

The Doctor swallowed hard, not about to answer, not about to think on it, "But you're changing history. Not just Earth, the entire Universe."

"I'm a Time Lord. I have that right."

"But even then, why come all this way just to destroy?"

"We've come backwards in time to build a brand new empire lasting 100 trillion years," the sphere stated.

"With me as their master," the Master nodded, "Time Lord and humans combined. Haven't you always dreamt of that, Doctor?"

~8~

"What about us?" Tom asked, "We're the same species. Why do you kill so many of us?"

"Because it's fun!" the sphere laughed madly.

Tom simply shot it.

~8~

"Human Race," the Master sighed, walking around to the Doctor, "Greatest monsters of them all. Night-night," he turned and walked out of the room, putting his arm around Lucy as the sphere followed, leaving the Doctor to look back at the blank screen, the Master hadn't turned it on, he couldn't see Angel anymore.

~8~

Martha, Tom, and Docherty sat around her living quarters once more, "I think it's time we had the truth, Miss Jones," she said, "The legend says you've travelled the world to find a way of killing the Master. Tell us, is it true?"

"Just before I escaped, the Doctor told me…" Martha sighed, "The Doctor and the Master, they've been coming to Earth for years. And they've been watched," she pulled a case out of her pack, "There's UNIT and Torchwood, all studying Time Lords in secret. And they made this. The ultimate defense," she opened it to reveal a gun with four slots on the top.

"All you need to do is get close," Tom held up his gun, "I can shoot the Master dead with this."

"Actually, you can put that down now, thank you very much," Docherty glared.

"Point is, it's not so easy to kill a Time Lord," Martha continued, "They can regenerate, literally bring themselves back to life," she sighed, "Or at least they should."

Angel...it was hard to imagine the girl regenerating, she just...looked too ill for even that to save her.

"Ah, the Master's immortal," Docherty rubbed her head, "Wonderful."

"Except for this," Martha picked up the gun and three bottles, a red, blue, and green one, "Four chemicals, slotted into the gun, inject him…kills a Time Lord permanently."

"Four chemicals?" Tom frowned, "You've only got three."

"Still need the last one 'cos the components of this gun were kept safe, scattered across the world. And I found them. San Diego, Beijing, Budapest, and London."

"Then where is it?"

"There's an old UNIT base, north London. I've found the access codes. Tom, you've got to get me there."

Tom nodded and got up, "We can't go across London in the dark. It's full of wild dogs, we'd get eaten alive. We can wait till the morning, then go with the medical convoy."

"You can spend the night here, if you like," Docherty offered.

"No, we can get halfway, stay at the slave quarters in Bexley. Professor, thank you."

"Good luck," she said, shaking his hand.

"Thanks," Martha kissed her cheek.

"Martha, could you do it?" Docherty asked, "Could you actually kill him?"

"Got no choice," Martha sighed.

"You might be many things, but you don't look like a killer to me."

~8~

Martha and Tom crept down a row of dark house, sneaking past the guards, and up to one of them, "Let me in," he knocked, "It's Milligan," the door opened and he and Martha rushed in to see the house crowded with people, barely able to move there was so little room.

"Did you bring food?" a woman asked.

"Couldn't get any. And I'm starving."

"All we've got is water."

"I'm sorry," Martha murmured, looking around at all the people.

"It's cheaper than building barracks," Tom explained to Martha, "Pack them in, 100 in each house, ferry them off to the shipyards every morning."

"Are you Martha Jones?" a young boy asked, looking at Martha in awe.

"Yeah, that's me," she nodded.

"Can you do it? Can you kill him? They said you can kill the Master, can you? Tell us you can do it. Please tell us you can do it."

"Who is the Master?" the woman asked as everyone started talking at once.

"Come on, just leave her alone," Tom called over the bustle, "She's exhausted."

"No, it's alright," Martha smiled, she'd learned a lot about strength this past year, it meant you kept going even when you wanted to stop, even when you wanted to give up, even when you wanted to rest...if Angel could keep going, she could too, "They want me to talk and I will."

~8~

Docherty approached a curtained off room and opened a flash, high-voltage panel to reveal a working computer with the Archangel logo rotating on screen, "Access Priority One," Docherty said, "This is Professor Alison Docherty."

"State your intent," the computer replied.

"First of all, I need to know about my son."

"State your intent."

"Is my son still alive?"

"State your intent."

She sighed, "I have some information for the Master…concerning Martha Jones."

~8~

The Doctor was lying, curled up, on the bottom of his cage, wide awake as he could barely sleep feeling the utter torment his Mate was in. The monitor had been cut off, the screen black, but it didn't mean he was cut off, he could still feel her. She was trying to hide it from him, suppress it, but things slipped through. He hated himself for not being there with her, holding her…not like he could even do that now in his current state, but to just be beside her…

Suddenly the lights came on and the doors open.

He sat up to see the Master enter in a dark, silk dressing gown, "Guess what?" he smirked.

~8~

"You'll never guess," the Master grinned, now dressed in his suit, ready to go, as he banged on the bars of Angel's cell, waking her from the first small bit of sleep she'd managed to have in ages, "What my eyes and ears have told me."

She just looked at him, almost thankful he'd woken her, the darkness just then...the sleep...had been almost too welcome and she did NOT want to go there.

"You found Martha," she said simply, she may not be as clever as the other Time Lords, but that was really the only reason he'd be grinning so widely. She glanced at a camera in the corner of the ceiling...

"Oh your Mate is well aware of it as well," he smirked, knowing she was worrying about the Doctor, about his concern for the human, "And he doesn't need to be a precog to know what I'm gonna do to her."

Angel just shook her head sadly.

He scoffed, "You don't think I'll kill her?" he laughed, holding out his arms, "I've killed millions of humans already, one more won't hurt, this one I'll enjoy even more seeing as how she's so...precious...to you and the Doctor."

She swallowed hard, not from his words but trying to muster more strength to speak, "Japan."

He frowned, slowly lowering his arms. Japan. He'd been fully intent on killing the entire country, burning it, slaughtering every last one as they attempted to lead a revolt against him...

But...

He hadn't.

Because she'd said 'please'...just...please.

He didn't know how it happened. But every time he came to see her, every single time, to gloat about something, to bait her...he ended up walking away feeling...guilt. Feeling the mad euphoria that came with his plans to massacre people fading to...true disgust at his own actions.

He didn't understand it.

He didn't understand how she managed to do it!

She barely said anything!

"This will be different," he spat, turning to stalk away, not about to let her do whatever it was that always made him reconsider.

"I'm...sorry..." she panted, so quietly he'd almost missed it.

He froze and slowly turned to look over his shoulder at her, "YOU?" he shook his head, eyeing her, "For what?"

She tried to shift, to sit up, but couldn't manage it, instead groaning in pain, her eyes closed, missing the actual flinch he gave at the sound, before she opened her eyes weakly, curling up more, unable to even push her self up on her arms, "The noise..." she breathed, "The drum...in your head..." she blinked and he could see tears in her eyes, "It hurts you."

And he realized...the tears weren't for HER pain, but for HIS.

"No it doesn't," he insisted.

"Can't lie...to a psychic," she tried to joke but ended up clutching her stomach in pain, "I...remember it," she looked at him, "When you were...Yana, I...felt it in my head. I know it does. And...for that...I'm sorry..." he stiffened, staring at her, "You don't...deserve that pain."

"Your Mate would disagree," he remarked.

She offered him a sad smile, somehow still managing to smile despite everything, "Do you...really believe that?"

He looked down, shaking his head, no matter what, the Doctor wouldn't wish pain on anyone, though he was very sure the man was reconsidering that policy give what HE had done to HER. He swallowed hard, already feeling the stirrings of regret surging, of...reconsideration.

"I know..." she coughed a bit, her face scrunching as she tried to keep talking, "Why you...come to see me."

He looked at her sharply.

"You try to...fool yourself...to thinking it's to gloat," she blinked quickly, trying to keep going, seeing him actually LISTENING, "But you don't. You...never do. So you...say it's to see me...to tell the Doctor...how I am...how I'm failing," she closed her eyes, "But you don't."

"I'd rather him SEE it happening himself," he tried to defend, "Much more entertaining to watch his expressions, they're more powerful when you're dying in his arms."

She just shook her head, her eyes still closed, "But...you don't watch," she opened her eyes, "You come...because we talk."

He scoffed, as though he would subject himself to being in her presence solely for talking? Please.

He could admit, yes, he did see her at times. Yes, words were often exchanged. But it was...not like she was implying. He didn't seek her out to talk. He didn't visit her for those brief moments where he wasn't the Master but just...a Time Lord. He didn't spend time around her just because she made him feel...at peace.

He didn't!

"I don't...judge you..." she murmured, "Everyone...hates or follows you. The Doctor...wants to change you..."

"And you don't?" he sneered, feeling her words hitting closer to home than he wanted. He hadn't known she'd been able to see through his ruse.

She let out a breath, "The only thing...I wish I could change..." she looked right into his eyes, "Is for you...to not be...in pain anymore."

He stared at her as she closed her eyes and curled up more under a thin blanket he knew he hadn't authorized anyone to give her. He watched as her face scrunched in pain, before he simply turned to leave, pausing by a guard stationed outside the doors to the holding cells to instruct him to have a bit of bread brought to the prisoner as he continued on, not about to let her deter him, not about to let her change his mind on stopping Martha.

He hadn't even realized his thoughts had turned to stopping her as opposed to killing her.

~8~

Martha sat on the staircase, surrounded by the housemates, "I travelled across the world. From the ruins of New York, to the fusion mills of China, right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went, I saw people just like you, living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend, then that's wrong because my name isn't important. There's someone else. The man who sent me out there. The man who told me to walk the Earth. His name is the Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times along with his Mate, the Angel, and you never even knew they were there. He never stops. He never stays. He never asks to be thanked. But I've seen him. I know him. He's my pilot and she's one of my best friends. And I know what they can do, what HE can do."

"It's him!" the woman from before yelled at the door, "It's him! Oh my God, it's him! It's the Master! He's here!"

Martha stood in shock.

"But he never comes to Earth!" the boy cried, "He never walks upon the ground!"

"Hide her!"

"Use this!" Tom threw them a blanket to cover Martha with before cocking his gun and looking out the mail slot to see the Master walking down the street, flanked by guards.

"He walks among us, our lord and master," the boy gasped.

"Martha!" the Master shouted, "Martha Jo-hones," he turned his voice high-pitched, "I don't need to be the Angel to see you!" before returning to normal, "Out you come, little girl. Come and meet your master. Anybody? Nobody? No? Nothing? Positions! I'll give the order unless you surrender. Ask yourself, what would the Doctor do?" he was silent a moment longer, "No? Nothing? Alright then, how about this...come out here, now, and I'll let you live long enough to say goodbye to your precious Angel!"

Martha took a breath before pulling off her TARDIS key and shaking off the blanket. Everyone stared at her as she made her way to the door, putting her hand on Tom's gun till he lowered it and stood. She gave them all a little smile before opening the door and stepping out.

"Oh, yes!" the Master clapped, spotting her, "Oh, very well done! Good girl! He trained you well," he watched as Martha walked down the street towards him, "Bag. Give me the bag. No, stay there. Just throw it," Martha stopped and tossed him the bag with the gun in it, which he destroyed with the laser screwdriver, "And now, good companion, your work is done," he aimed the laser at her next, "Oh look, I lied."

"No!" Tom shouted, running into the street with his gun.

The Master just turned and shot Tom instead. Martha glared as the man chuckled, "Lucky," he eyed the fallen man, "I've had an idea, you…when you die, the Doctor and Angel should be witness, hmm?" he took a deep, pleased breath, "Almost dawn, Martha. And planet Earth marches to war."

~8~

"Citizens of Earth, rejoice and observe," the speakers stated.

The door to the conference room slid open and two guards led Martha in but she walked on past them, alone. To the right she saw her family, to her left there was a dirty Jack, all stationed by the door. As she walked forward she saw the Doctor to her right at the bottom of the stairs, in his birdcage, Angel to the left, left to sit against the wall, slumped over and panting as she tried to hang on. Martha blinked back her tears at seeing her friend like that, she'd guessed at what had happened to the Time Lady as well. She'd seen how Angel reacted with the TARDIS, how she'd talk with the old machine, how she seemed to just tell when something was wrong, tell in a way that went deeper than her ESP. Angel and the TARDIS shared a special bond, the TARDIS was sick Angel had said, and so was the Time Lady.

She swallowed hard as she turned to face the Master again, the man standing on the stairs to the bridge.

"Your teleport device," he said, "In case you thought I'd forgotten," she dug through her pocket and threw him the manipulator, "And now…kneel," he smirked as she did it, "Down below, the fleet is ready to launch. 200,000 ships set to burn across the Universe," he turned to the comm., "Are we ready?"

"The fleet awaits your signal," a man reported, "Rejoice!"

"Three minutes to align the black hole converters. Counting down!" a clock on the wall started counting down the seconds, "I never could resist a ticking clock. My children, are you ready?"

~8~

The spheres, all waiting above the Earth, called back, "We will fly and blaze and slice! We will fly and blaze and slice!"

~8~

"At zero, to mark this day, the child, Martha Jones, will die," he turned to her, "Ha, my first blood. Ha, any last words? No?" he looked over at the Doctor, "Such a disappointment, this one. Days of old, Doctor, you had people who could absorb the Time Vortex," he turned a gleeful glance at the dying Angel, sitting there, pale and panting and shaking, before returning to Martha, "This one's useless! Bow your head. And so it falls to me, the Master of all, to establish from this day, a new order of Time Lords! From this day forward…"

Martha chuckled.

"What?" he looked at her, irritated she'd interrupted him, "What's so funny?"

"A gun?" she scoffed.

"What about it?"

"A gun in four parts?"

"Yes, and I destroyed it."

"A gun in four parts scattered across the world? I mean, come on. Did you really believe that?"

"What do you mean?"

"We would never...ask her...to kill," Angel breathed softly from the side, barely managing to open her eyes, as the Doctor smiled at Martha proudly.

"Oh, well, it doesn't matter. I've got her exactly where I want her."

"But I knew what professor Docherty would do," Martha said, "Angel knew!" she smiled at the girl who had told the Doctor a vital piece of information...

~8~

"Find the professor and her son," the Doctor whispered, hearing Angel speak it in his mind, "She'll get you back..."

~8~

"The Resistance knew about her son too. I told her about the gun, so she'd get me here. At the right time."

"Oh, but you're still gonna die!"

"Don't you wanna know what I was doing? Travelling the world?"

"Tell me."

"I told a story, that's all. No weapons, just words. I did just what the Doctor said. I went across the continents, all on my own. And everywhere I went, I found the people, and I told them my story. I told them about Angel, about the Doctor. And I told them to pass it on, to spread the word so that everyone would know about them."

"Faith and hope? Is that all?"

"No, 'cos I gave them an instruction. Just as the Doctor said," she rose to her feet.

~8~

"Use the countdown…" the Doctor whispered to her

~8~

"I told them that if everyone thinks of one word, at one specific time…" Martha began again.

"Nothing will happen! Is that your weapon?! Prayer?!"

"Right across the world. One word, just one thought, at one moment…but with 15 satellites!"

"What?"

"The Archangel Network," Jack smiled.

"A telepathic field binding the whole Human Race together," Martha grinned, "With all of them, every single person on Earth, thinking the same thing at the same time. And that word…is Doctor."

The countdown clicked to zero as a white glow swarmed around the Doctor.

A/N: I did promise a little surprise between the Master and Angel. It seems she's had a slightly positive influence on even HIM. He's found himself going to talk to her about things, seeking her companionship and not even realizing it's because she makes him feel...better. Seems she's found a small way into his hearts too :) I really couldn't see Angel as being the sort to hold a grudge against anyone, even the Master, even after what he's done/is doing to the Earth. She heard the drums in her own head, how much they hurt her, and knows they must hurt him all the more. I think she can empathize a bit with him about why he just wants it to stop. Not to mention, she's done something to the Doctor that would make it hypocritical of her not to be kind to the Master as well, which we'll see more of next chapter :)

And...can I just say...O.M.G. I think I watched the entire 2nd series of Torchwood in the last two days. Wow. I am actually mad at myself for never having watched it before and now I really need to go back and watch Series 1 and the rest of it but...I have to say...we're gonna get a crossover chapter! In the next story, won't say when though :) After watching Series 2...I have THE PERFECT place to stick Angel in. It'll be just 1 chapter (much longer than normal) but...I'm actually doing a little dance in my seat because I'm really excited for it and everything that will happen in it. To anyone who hasn't watched Torchwood, no worries at all about that chapter. Since it'll be Angel meeting the team, we'll learn about them as she does so I don't think you'd have to watch the show to understand the characters or what's happening. I'm gonna get right on writing it now! :)

Some notes on reviews...

OMG! You have NO IDEA how hard it was to write Angel like that! So hard! I actually had to force myself to do it and ended up stopping like every two minutes and going 'you can do it, just write it out!' Poor Angel :( The scene with the Master and her in this chapter was almost as hard (almost, since it wasn't the Doctor) but still, to see her still being kind and knowing that she was dying... :(

I cried writing it on top of reading Angel like that. And...I can say...there will be at least ONE key moment in each Series of this saga where you'll probably cry. But I won't say if it's a good, happy cry, or a sad, 'no!' cry -evil smirk- :)

I haven't seen much of the original series no :( but I have found a few websites that have them online and am hoping to watch at least one episode a day when my semester ends in about two/three weeks :)

I can promise there WILL be a pet. But I won't say what it is or when it'll happen :)

Oh Angel's similarity to the Master in terms of 'powers' will definitely have a part to play in The End of Time, but I won't say just what :)

Lol, I loved the videos! I'll definitely add them to tumblr thanks! :)

As for my 'sudden but inevitable betrayal,' all I can say is 'Muwah-ha-ha, mine is an evil laugh' ;)