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Chapter 18

The Master looked at the Doctor, defeated and helpless. He went over to the drinks cabinet again and this time poured himself a large scotch. He had decided that this would be the opportune time to cause more anguish.

"I guess at this time you would love some brandy. But what would you want when I tell you that you and me are not the only Time Lords left in the galaxy."

The Doctor looked up at his nemesis.

"Not every Time Lord was on Gallifrey when you blew it up. If you survived and I survived, there must be others."

"Like who?"

The Master chuckled to himself. Was this incarnation of the Doctor that thick?

"Now Doctor. Think. Your brain must still be able to function on some level."

The Doctor sat for a moment. Unable to process the information that had been given to him this night. And then it hit him.

"ROMANA!"

"Excellent Doctor, I knew your synapses were still working"

And still the Doctor thought. There was still Romana out there. And who else? The Rani? The Valeyard? Others?

The Master again knocked back his drink.

"Alas my dear Doctor, You will not be able to go look for them." It was then the Doctor noticed that the Master had his TCE in his hand.

"I have done what I have always wanted to do. What was it your fifth self said to me? Oh yes. Killing you without humiliating you first. Not my style. Heh Heh Heh. Well Doctor, I have humiliated you. And now I kill you."

The Master raised his TCE and pressed down on it……..

Nothing.

No flash of white light.

Nothing.

The Doctor stood up.

"You should always check your tools before you use them you know."

The Master again pressed down on his TCE and as before nothing happened.

"How?"

The Doctor moved over to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a ……..

Glass of water.

"Ahh H2O. You just can't beat it."

Again the Master looked at him. His eyes searching for an answer.

"Your TCE was not functional from the minute I entered this room. Amazing things sonic screwdrivers, don't you think?"

"ARGHHHHHHHHH"

Now that was a sound that was music to the Doctor's ears.

"You see, I was aware of the situation that I had caused, and had taken steps to make sure they were rectified. The Houses of Parliament..." he looked at his watch "should have passed a vote of no confidence in you. And if I'm not mistaken the true Prime Minister is on her way."

The Master paled.

"Not her?"

The Doctor grinned.

"Yes her. What do you call her? Oh Yes!" He rounded off the last words with a gleeful shout

"HARRIET JONES. PRIME MINISTER"

The Master looked like the cat that got the sour cream

"I hate it when she does that. Bloody woman."

"I think it's rather endearing."

The Master inched closer to the bookcase in his office.

"You would!

The Doctor knew what was happening and what the Master intended to do. That as well had been taken care of.

"I wouldn't jump in your TARDIS and try to get away."

"And how will you stop me?"

The Doctor refilled his glass of water.

"I may be here on my own but if you remember rightly, you have a Type42 TARDIS. Newer technology. Newer components. And if I'm not mistaken. More susceptible to computer viruses."

The Master looked at him in contempt

"And how's a type 40 going to stop me?"

"Who needs a type 40 when you have a pc whiz that can put a virus into anything? That lad gets more interesting by the day."

Not heeding the Doctor's warning, the Master jumped behind the bookcase and disappeared into it. Seconds later the normal sound of a TARDIS could be heard. Except for a more grinding sound. Once he heard this the Doctor smiled to himself.

"I told you so."

He walked over to the drinks cabinet and looked at the assortment.

"I think just this once; ill allow myself an Irish cream"