STORY DETAILS:
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all its characters don't belong to me. This story is strictly for fun and exploration. However, Missy/The Fighter does belong to me since I created her in 2013.
Spoilers/Warnings: This story will incorporate things from Modern Doctor Who and it's EU. What to expect from this story: Friendship, Romance, Family Drama, Childhood Friends, Rekindled Romance, Character Exploration and Development, Mystery, Plot Twists, The Master having a Gallifreyan wife, Gallifreyan Culture and Time Lord Culture, Friendship problems, Relationship problems, plus much angst and tears to come.
Pairings: The Master/The Fighter (Main Romantic Pairing)
Triggers/Warnings: Depression, Grief, Loss, Murder, Trauma, and Family Feels.
Universes this story will be following:
Most of the Modern era of Doctor Who by episode, with some original chapters/twists in between.
ABOUT THE FIGHTER OF GALLIFREY SERIES/CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER:
It is optional for you to read the Prequels/Companion Pieces taking place in the Classic Who era, but not mandatory for you to understand everything that will be presented in this story. You can read this story first and still get the gist of everything. There will be references to what happens in those stories in this one, but it will be explained.
Prequels/Companion Pieces (optional):
0. Running Away from Gallifrey - Academy/1st Doctor Era - Master/OC (in progress - posted)
1. The Exiled Time Lords - 3rd/4th Doctor Era - Master/OC (in progress - hiatus - posted)
2. TBA - 5th Doctor Era - Master/OC (not yet started)
3. TBA - 6th/7th/8th Doctor Era - Master/OC (not yet started)
Main Stories:
1. The Last of the Time Lords - 9/10/11/12/13 Doctor Era - Master/OC (YOU ARE HERE)
The Last of the Time Lords
Chapter 1: Prologue
Fire was blazing around her as the regeneration energy shot out of her just the same, trying to take down any Daleks in her path. This war was never-ending and she happened to find herself on the front lines of it with no hope or friends left to help her. Letting out a piercing, desperate, bitter scream over losing everything again, she found herself in a new body. This would be her sixth incarnation now.
"The Daleks are forming back around again. Get out of there, Fighter!" a fellow soldier informed before the sounds of him getting shot sounded through the battlefield.
She had never been one for running away. That was always her friend, the Doctor. Instead, the Fighter prided herself on charging straight towards the enemy and doing what she did best; fight.
But now, because of this war, running was all they had left to stay alive and fight another day. At least she had centuries of training thanks to her friend. Oh, all the adventures they had been through. There was always a lot of running to do, especially when the Master was chasing them.
It was all over now. They were nowhere to be seen, having left Gallifrey and avoided being part of this war. It was the smart thing to do, maybe cowardly, but smart. She was neither of those things.
Finding herself running into a corner that was blocked off, the Fighter started to turn around, but quickly found someone taking her hand and pulling her with them. She couldn't see their face, nor had time to process who they were before finding herself inside a TARDIS.
"What in Gallifrey are you doing?" she barked.
"I thought it was obvious," smirked the familiar face before her, sending his TARDIS off into the vortex. "Oh, please do try to keep up, my dear."
The Fighter blinked, realizing it was her husband. "Master…but what are you doing back here?"
"Doing you a favor. You can thank me later," he grinned mischievously.
However, the Fighter went up to him, grabbing him by his lapels. "No, you send me back there right now! I'm not leaving Gallifrey or our people behind to suffer. I-," she paused, finding the words now stuck in her throat as tears fell from her eyes. "It's hopeless…it's all hopeless, isn't it?"
The Master remained silent, sharing a look with her. He had been trying to stop the battle in his own way, but only ended up making things worse. But not now. Now he was going to make things right for the both of them.
PRESENT
The Fighter jolted awake from her dream in the TARDIS. She looked around and spotted the familiar face of her old friend in his pinstripe suit, currently talking to a new companion they had taken aboard; Martha Jones.
Old memories of the Time War had been haunting her, making the Time Lady find it hard to get any sleep lately. However, something felt off in her memories. Like a huge gap was missing, but she couldn't exactly figure out what it was.
Noticing her clutching her head, the Doctor rushed over to her. "Are you okay, Fighter?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Where are we now?" she asked, shaking it off.
He jolted up with a smile on his face. "We've just arrived at Cardiff, at the rift, to refuel," he replied, holding out a hand to help her up. "Won't take long."
It had been awhile since they reunited after the Time War. They both had been left to believe they were the last ones of their kind…at least until they found each other again. The Fighter wasn't sure exactly how she had survived the Time War. All she could recall was finding herself on a spaceship with some humans, heading back to 21st century Earth with no explanation.
Walking the streets of London was where she ended up hearing the sounds of a familiar TARDIS, watching as a man in black stepped out of the blue police box, the burden of war in his eyes. At first she couldn't believe it, holding her breath, until she called out to him. The Fighter had traveled with the Doctor for centuries before as one of his companions, working for UNIT and helping him save planets despite her husband trying to stop them and convince her to join him instead.
The Master had changed from the person he once was when she first married him, taking a different path entirely. There had been a lot of conflict between them, first with him leaving her behind on Gallifrey, and then what only seemed to make it worse was when she chose to travel with the Doctor, refusing to help him with his plans for world domination despite being his wife. The only way she could describe the relationship between them was complicated, and it seemed that's all it would ever be.
And he had been lost with the Time War and the rest of Gallifrey. Although she knew he had a knack for returning back from the dead, she feared it wouldn't be happening this time around. She couldn't feel his presence in their bond, only a gaping hole that left her empty.
The Doctor noticed the distant sadness on her face. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked with concern this time around.
"No," she sighed, "You know how it is, being a soldier of war. I'm just trying to shake off the nightmares by remembering simpler times."
He knew it all too well how the horrors of war could haunt someone. "It's going to be okay now," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. "We still have each other, and Martha of course!"
They looked over at the human companion who had been looking off into the screen of the TARDIS, letting them have their private conversation.
"I miss him, Doctor. I miss them all."
He didn't have to guess who she had been talking about. It was written all over her face in heartbreak. "I know…" he whispered in agreement.
It was his duty to look after her as they were the last of their kind now, the only two left. The last of the Time Lords.
Or so they thought. But the Face of Boe had given them a message they had yet to understand or decipher; " Y ou A re N ot A lone." It was the same with the message the Fighter had received during the Time War; "Follow the drums. They will lead you back home…"
