Last Time: "Hello Master."
"Hello Doctor." The Master said, turning to him. His hand tapping the desk, tap tap tap tap.
"Ho w can you be here?" The Doctor asked, a disbelieving look on his face.
"I will actually explain that." The Professor said, never taking her eyes off the Master. "He came into our universe a few years after John died. He just dropped into Torchwood in a flash of light. We found out he was a Time Lord and he tried to steal my Tardis."
"Not steal, borrow. I was going to give it back eventually," he said, amused. "Then the drums started. Over and over again in my head. I was actually beginning to think they were gone for good, then one day boom boom boom boom, in my head again."
"Please, just let me help you. I can take it away." The Professor pleaded.
"No you can't they will always come back. Besides, why would I want it to go away, it's the only thing I know, now. It's the only thing I trust." He said.
"No, it's not the only thing you know. You know me, remember? I took the drums away once, I can do it again." She said, lowering the gun slightly.
"Hmmmm, no." He said, and he pressed a button on the desk. An alarm sounded.
The Professor lowered the gun and sighed, "I will save you, that's a promise." Then she turned and said, "Run." She ran down the hallway with every one following her, and she ran into the Doctors Tardis, everyone piling in after her. The Professor was bouncing around the console, pulling levers and spinning knobs. And soon they were floating in the vortex. She collapsed into the captain's chair and rubbed her head.
"Ok, now who the hell was that?" Amy practically screamed.
"That was the Master." The Doctor said.
"And who is the Master?" Rory asked, going to stand by Amy.
"The Master is an insane time lord." The Professor answered, not lifting her head.
"And who are you?" Amy asked, narrowing her eyes.
The Professor looked at her, examining her and what her status was with the Doctor. Suddenly Amy felt very small, "Amy, was it? I'm the Professor, an old companion of the Doctor's. And now I'm stuck here." She said, standing up and crossing her arms.
"Don't you have your Tardis?" Rory asked.
"The Master took it, he can't go in, but he has it." She said, pacing.
"Ok, start from the beginning." The Doctor said, gesturing to the Professor.
"And when does that start?" She asked.
"Start after I left." He stated.
She sighed, "After you left, we named your metacrisis. It was too hard to call him Doctor, when we all knew it wasn't you. So he named himself John Noble Smith. I was depressed for a while and John was there. When the Tardis was fully grown we went on trips and adventures. Then we realized John was getting older… and I wasn't. I still looked like the 19 year old, you took away in your blue box. Torchwood examined me and sure enough, they said I was a time lord. Then John proposed, I said yes. We got married, and he continued to get older, while I didn't. He died, and I was left alone. I worked at Torchwood for a while with a perception filter that made me look older. Then the Master fell into our world, all bloody and cold. I helped him, he was in a coma for a week. When he came to, he was freaking out about the drums in his head. He tried to steal my Tardis but he never got my key. After I… cured him… kind of. He went his separate ways. A few centuries after traveling all over that universe, I perfected the dimension canon, and came here. I travelled and made sure to avoid you. And now here I am." She said simply. Before anyone could ask anything, she asked, "Do you still have my room?" The Doctor nodded, "Where do you keep it?"
"It's right in front of my room," He stated, blushing a bit. She smiled slightly and walked down the hallway.
"Way too much for one day," Amy said, sighing. "We're going to bed, Doctor." She said, walking down the hallway, dragging Rory with her. River stayed and watched as the Doctor collapsed in the captain's chair.
She walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Buy her chocolate." She whispered jokingly. His eyes flashed briefly with excitement, but River shot him down, "No, Doctor. You are not taking her to a planet made of chocolate." He pouted. River walked towards the hallway, "Besides she's already been there." River stated as she disappeared down the hallway. The Doctor scoffed, and rubbed his face. He felt tired, and weak. So he made his way to his room, he stopped outside his door. He looked across the hall and saw the Rose carved onto the door. There was no sound coming from the other side. He sighed and went into his room, he took off his jacket and shirt, and replaced his pants with pajama bottoms. He fell onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. He felt tired but he couldn't sleep, he tossed and turned but he couldn't find rest, so he just sighed and stared at the ceiling. Thinking about his precious Rose.
On the other side of the door…
The Professor had found her room, across the hall from the Doctor's just like he said. She smiled at this, and looked at the Rose carved on her door. She stroked it fondly and remembered the days when she used to call this home. She walked inside and gasped. It was exactly the same as when she left, not one thing moved. Her sheets were messed up, from that day when she just threw them and got up. There were dirty clothes on the floor and the walls were bright pink. She sent a request to the Tardis and soon the pink hue changed to a projection of the solar system. She changed into a pair of black satin pajamas, she had gotten years before. They fit a little big, but they were better than all the pink things in there. She sat at the edge of her old bed and thought about the events of the day. She heard the footsteps in the hallway. First Amy, followed by Rory, and then River. And finally the Doctor. She heard him pause, then she heard the creak of the door opening and closing. She got up and opened her door slowly, as to not make any noise, and then shut it very quietly. She stared at the door with the Gallifreyan symbols on it for a moment too long. Then turned and made her way towards the kitchen. Being unable to sleep, she decided to make hot chocolate. She loved chocolate. Thinking of which, she decided to make another stop in that planet made of chocolate as soon as she got her Tardis back. She walked into the kitchen and started on the hot chocolate.
The Doctor had been lying in his bed, but he was growing restless. He sighed and got up, heading for the door. He figured a warm glass of milk would help him sleep. He bounced to the kitchen with the energy brought on by promised milk.