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Chapter 17

As the Doctor walked into the room, the first thing he noticed was the bookcase in the corner. He could feel that this was a TARDIS. Type 42 if he wasn't mistaken. Like humans and their cars, time lords were the same. Get a reliable transportation device and you will always pick something along the same lines. And even if he had a Type 40 he wouldn't give the old girl up for the world or galaxy or dimension.

He then looked to the desk.

And there he was.

"I never thought I'd run into you again."

"Ahh my dear Doctor. Welcome to my humble abode."

The Doctor took in the appearance of his fellow Time Lord in front of him. He had a as close to a crew cut haircut as you could get. Grey at the sides, almost distinguished in a way. But as per usual there was one thing about the Master that gave him away. The beard. He tried to picture what the Master looked like. And then it came to him.

"You know you look amazingly like Patrick Stewart."

"You like it? Well he is an amazing actor after all."

"So is John Cusack but I don't want to look like him."

"You never did like the finer things in life did you, Doctor?

"I just never took advantage like you did."

"Would you like a drink? I have a couple of bottles of old Shobogun here"

"No. thank you."

"You always were polite."

The Doctor sat down and watched as the Master poured himself a drink out of a very old dusty bottle and sat down opposite him.

"How many have you used then?"

"My regenerations? Only the one I'm afraid. You see, I have learnt my lesson from the last time. 12 regenerations used up in the space of 800 years. Such a waste. No Doctor, I have realised that I can use my life in much better means."

"How so?" "Taking over a government."

"A government of a country that was once more or less the rulers of this planet, helping to bring back an empire. Bringing this place up to speed?. I have great and major plans for this mudball you say you love so much."

"I can't let that happen. The human race must develop along the lines that its destiny allows it to develop."

"Then why did you cause the previous government to fall then?"

The Doctor took in what the Master had said.

And now he realised that with those 6 words he had said at Christmas, he had been the cause of all this.

The Master looked like the cat that had got the cream.

"And now you realise, that you are not infallible anymore. You let your emotions get the better of you. You let your anger take over. And look what has been the result of your anger. It has let me become Prime Minister. It will let me take over Europe. It will allow me to become the first WORLD leader."

The Master stood up and grabbed his tankard.

"So I toast you Doctor. The architect of the new world order. Under MY leadership."

The Master drunk all the contents of his tankard and threw it to the ground.

"Now Doctor. I have for once defeated you. I may not have defeated your body, which will soon happen I assure you. But I have beat you in a way I have never beaten you before."

The Doctor looked up at him. Pain and anguish in his eyes.

"I have defeated your SOUL"