The Last of the Time Lords

Chapter 3: Utopia - PART 2


Atillo's voice sounded over the intercom, informing everyone in the silo. "All passengers prepare for boarding. I repeat, all passengers prepare for immediate boarding. Destination, Utopia."

The Doctor, Jack and Professor Yana were busy at work, fixing the circuits to help get things running smoothly once again. Martha and Chantho took to walking about the corridors filled with people awaiting to board. The Fighter remained in the lab, acting as guard to the men currently at work, watching the security cameras to observe the surroundings of the complex for anything out of the ordinary.

The Time Lord sniffed one of the wires. "Is this?"

Peering at him, the Professor nodded. "Yes, gluten extract. Binds the neutralino map together."

"That's food." the Doctor exclaimed, grinning brightly. "You've built this system out of food and string and staples? Professor Yana, you're a genius."

He snorted, giving a skeptical look about his own abilities. "Says the man who made it work."

"Oh, it's easy coming in at the end, but you're stellar. This is, this is magnificent. And I don't often say that because, well, because of me."

The Fighter couldn't help but interject. "We already know you're brilliant, Doctor." She jolted up from the chair, making her way towards the men. "But honestly though, you should give yourself more credit, Professor."

He looked away from her humbly, working on the circuits. "Well, even my title is an affectation. There hasn't been such a thing as a university for over a thousand years. I've spent my life going from one refugee ship to another."

The Doctor looked at him earnestly. "If you'd been born in a different time, you'd be revered," Yana gave a chuckle of self-doubt, but he continued, "I mean it. Throughout the galaxies."

"Oh, those damned galaxies," cracked Yana, smiling, "They had to go and collapse. Some admiration would have been nice. Yes, just a little, just once."

The Fighter smiled, resting her hand on his shoulder unconsciously. She couldn't help but do so. "Then allow me to give it to you. I'm honored to protect such a great genius." This caught Yana's attention, as he felt the drumbeat in his head suddenly quiet at her touch. It took his breath away, feeling ashamed for such emotions towards her again.

"But that footprint engine thing," the Doctor spoke, interrupting the moment as he realized something, "You can't activate it from onboard. It's got to be from here. You're staying behind."

Noticing how the Time Lady sadly glanced at him, Yana didn't even try to deny it. In fact, he was enjoying her attention a little too much. "With Chantho. She won't leave without me. Simply refuses!" he answered with a nod.

"You'd give your life so they could fly?" asked the Doctor.

He shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Oh, I think I'm a little too old for Utopia. Time I had some sleep."

Over the computer, Atillo appeared on the screen, causing the Fighter to whirl back over to him. "Professor, tell the Doctor we've found his blue box."

She exchanged a smile with the Doctor. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

He grinned, knowingly. "Oh, you know I am! Professor, it's a wild stab in the dark, but I may just have found you a way out."

Yana looked over at the monitor, seeing the blue police box as the drumbeat started to return, beating away in his mind. He appeared to be in some sort of trance, not even registering the fact it had been brought into the room with them.

The Doctor began dragging a power cable out of it with the Fighter's help. "Extra power. Little bit of a cheat, but who's counting? Jack, you're in charge of the retro feeds," he told the Time Agent.

Martha and Chantho entered back into the room, as the human looked to the blue box with a bright smile and sigh of relief. "Oh, am I glad to see that thing."

The Professor's assistant noticed him with his hands on his head, almost ready to lose balance. "Chan-Professor, are you all right-tho?" she asked with concern.

The elderly man waved her away with irritation, landing himself in a chair. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Just get on with it." If he was to be honest, the only thing he wanted right now was to reach out towards the Fighter and have her calm the sound in his head again. He couldn't understand what it was about her.

As if she heard him, the Fighter crouched down beside him, looking at him with concern. Chantho noticed how he didn't swat her away as he did towards her.

"You don't have to keep working. We can handle it," the Doctor told him, looking up from his work.

"It's okay, I can look after him," replied the Time Lady, smiling back at the Professor, "After all, I used to be a nurse at one point. Granted, I was kicking butt more than taking care of patients, but it was something at least."

The Time Lord chuckled with fond remembrance at her third incarnation that had worked alongside him at UNIT, "Knocking our opponents down was your version of taking care of patients. No one could look at a Woman in Red the same way anymore."

Jack paused, looking highly interested at this story now, "Oh, I love a nurse who likes to play rough," he winked, "I think I might have liked to meet this version of you."

She gave him a deadpan look, her brown eyes dark. "I still would have ended you easily, not giving you the time of day, even if I was just as flirtatious as you are."

Jack chuckled with amusement. However, the constant flirting from the Time Agent towards the Time Lady was making the Professor irritated for some strange reason. He sighed, getting back her attention. "It's just a headache. It's just, just noise inside my head, Fighter. Constant noise inside my head."

"What sort of noise?" she asked with curiosity.

"It's the sound of drums. More and more, as though it's getting closer."

The Fighter suddenly felt her own breath hitch, recalling the familiar message of warning given to her during the Time War as her memory flashed with Yana's face again.

Follow the drums. They will lead you back home…

It was then when she realized the cryptic message and memories had something to do with Yana. The Fighter began to decipher it more, even remembering the message the Face of Boe had given them; You Are Not Alone . It spelled out Yana.

As if he was reading her mind, the Professor looked at her with concern, seeing the shock written on her face. "Wh-What is it?"

The Doctor paused, narrowing his eyes as he noticed the look on her face. However, the Fighter quickly shook it off, wanting to understand what was going on. "When did it start? The noise in your head?"

"Oh, I've had it all my life," he shrugged, "Every waking hour. Still, no rest for the wicked."

Steadying himself, the Professor got to his feet and began to make his way back over to the map. The Fighter remained speechless, feeling a shiver go down her spine, trying to shake away the feeling.

Breaking her from her thoughts, the communications screen came to life with Atillo on the other end. "Professor," the static cleared, "Systems are down. Professor, are you getting me?"

Yana came over to the screen, pressing a button on the panel. "I'm here! We're ready! Now all you need to do is connect the couplings, then we can launch," However, before he could reply, the screen cut out on him again, causing the elderly man to slap it, "God sake! This equipment. Needs rebooting all the time."

Martha came over towards him. "Anything I can do? I've finished that lot."

"Yes, if you could. Just press the reboot key every time the picture goes," he replied gratefully, getting back to his work.

"Certainly, sir. Just don't ask me to do shorthand."

Not a moment longer, Atillo's face returned back on the screen. "Are you still there?"

"Ah, present and correct. Send your man inside. We'll keep the levels down from here."

Atillo watched from where he was in the observation room as his man walked inside, giving a thumbs up. "He's inside. And good luck to him."

Yana ran over to the Time Agent, giving orders. "Captain, keep the dials below the red." he said, pointing at dials as Jack listened.

The Doctor went to join the Fighter over at the communications monitor, watching as the man in the hazmat suit was dealing with cylinders. "Where is that room?" he asked.

"It's underneath the rocket," replied Yana, "Fix the couplings and the footprint can work. But the entire chamber is flooded with stet radiation."

"Stet? Never heard of it."

"You wouldn't want to. But it's safe enough, if we can hold the radiation back from here."

They watched as the man started to open the lid to the cylinder with a hiss, revealing the glowing green contents inside. He began to raise it carefully, before dropping it back into place. As he went to move the second one, an alarm sounded.

"It's rising. Naught point two." Yana exclaimed. In his distraction, Jack had lost focus on what he was doing, making the levels rise to red. The professor turned to snap at him. "Keep it level!"

"Yes, sir!" Jack responded, getting a better grip on it.

However, all hell started to break lose as an alarm started to sound, different from the one before. The Fighter noticed what the disturbance was, pointing at the security camera. "Looks like one of the futurekind has smuggled themselves on board."

"Chan-we're losing power-tho!"

"I'll go stop her!" the Fighter said, starting to dash out.

The Doctor was quick to stop her, grabbing her wrist. "It's already too late. The damage is done and the Radiation's rising!"

"We've lost control!" Jack yelled.

"The chamber's going to flood," Yana exclaimed with worry.

The Fighter stared the Doctor down, knowing he wasn't going to let her out of his sight all because of his supposed duty to protect the last Time Lady of Gallifrey. "Someone has to save that man!" she exclaimed with desperation, "I'm still a soldier, now either you let me do my job or else!"

"Jack, override the vents!" barked the Doctor, knowing he would be the only one capable of it. He wasn't going to put the Fighter in danger, even if she glared him down.

The Time Agent began to pull out two cables. "We can jump start the override."

The Doctor briefly glanced over to him, noticing what he was doing. "Don't! It's going to flare!"

However, the warning came too late as power surged through Jack as he held the live ends together. His limp body falls to the ground, causing the others to yell out in shock at the tragedy.

"I've got him," Martha cried, kneeling at his side just as she first did.

Chantho grabbed the cables, moving them aside so no one else got hurt. "Chan-don't touch the cables-tho."

The Professor looked over the man with grief as Martha tried to give Jack CPR. "Oh, I'm sorry."

The Doctor had let go of the Fighter's wrist as the Time Lady watched the scene. He questioned. "The chamber's flooded with radiation, yes?"

Yana nodded, his face filled with despair. "Without the couplings, the engines will never start. It was all for nothing."

"Oh, I don't know." the Doctor replied with a smile, starting to make his way over to the human doctor, stopping her, "Martha, leave him."

"You've got to let me try."

"Come on, come on, just listen to me. Now leave him alone," he said, turning his attention back towards the elderly man, "It strikes me, Professor, you've got a room which no man can enter without dying. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

As if on cue, Jack suddenly gasped back to life, making Yana drop his jaw in astonishment as Martha remained surprised once again. "I think I've got just the man."

Jack looked around the room, mumbling, "Was someone kissing me?"


While the Doctor and Jack made their way towards the radiation chamber to help Atillo, the Fighter and Martha remained behind in the lab with Professor Yana and Chantho, watching from the monitor in safety. The Time Lady gritted her teeth, hating how the Doctor was treating her like a child, but she supposed it was to be expected from him.

They were listening into the conversations between them, but also having their own. Martha began to reboot the monitor once more, returning the signal again. "We lost picture when that thing flared up. Doctor, are you there?"

"Receiving, yeah. He's inside."

"And still alive?"

"Oh, yes."

Yana asked with disbelief. "But he should evaporate. What sort of a man is he?"

"One of a kind, that's for sure," the Fighter replied, referring to the fact Jack was as immortal as anyone could get. However, this came off the wrong way towards the Professor, making him think she had a crush on the man or something.

Martha chuckled, adding in her bit. "I've only just met him. The Doctor and Fighter sort of travel through time and space and pick people up. God, I make us sound like stray dogs. Maybe we are."

The Time Lady shot her a look. "I don't think so."

The women didn't notice Yana staggering off, completely lost in his own thoughts, hearing voices whispering in his head. He glanced over to the brunette Time Lady, beautiful and captivating. Everytime he looked upon her, there was a connection, as if he had intimately known her his whole life in every respect of the word.

And then there was the Doctor, he appeared cheerful and young, but there was a clear darkness hidden underneath as something gleamed in his eyes occasionally, something that resonated with him in his old age.

"Don't ask me to explain it. That's a Tardis, that box thing. The sports car of time travel, he says." Martha said.

Time Lady…Time Travel…TARDIS…

The words echoed in Yana's mind like something familiar from a dream, like they were all a piece of who he was. It was like home. Even as he listened into the rest of the conversation between Jack and the Doctor, another set of words rang out towards him.

Dalek…Time War…Regeneration…

Hearing the sound of sobbing, the Fighter glanced at Yana to see tears falling from his eyes. "Professor, are you okay?"

"What's wrong?" Martha asked.

Chantho jolted up, reaching out towards him. "Chan-Professor, what is it-tho?"

"Time travel," chuckled the Professor brokenly. "They say there was time travel back in the old days. I never believed. But what would I know? Stupid old man. Never could keep time. Always late, always lost." He searched through his pocket, pulling out something to show them. "Even this thing never worked."

The Fighter and Martha's gaze dropped to the silver metal fob-watch in the palm of his hands, their eyes glancing up to each other with the same shock and realization. It was almost identical to the ones the Doctor and Fighter had used to contain their Time Lord essence when they were pursued by the Family of Blood.

Okay, so Yana was a Time Lord, but the real question was; which one? And from the way she had been acting around him, along with the cryptic message, the Fighter had to know.

"Time and time and time again. Always running out on me." he continued on, oblivious to their genuine shock.

"May I look at that?" the Fighter asked. She had to see the name that was ingrained on the other side. She needed to be certain of who this was.

"Oh, it's only an old relic. Like me." chuckled Yana, giving a small self-deprecating smile.

Knowing that this was going to be a struggle to get him to show it to her, much less open it, she wasn't going to give in. However, Martha started to help her ask questions, equally curious. "Where did you get it?"

He hesitated, as if finding it hard to remember before answering. "Hmm? I was found with it."

"What do you mean?"

"An orphan in the storm. I was a naked child found on the coast of the Silver Devastation. Abandoned…with only this."

It seemed the Fighter would have to go with the same strategy she did with the Doctor as John Smith in order to make him acknowledge and open his watch. But at least it was easier with him because of the fact that the memories in their fob-watches made them out to be brother and sister. And even though she had gained back her essence, she at least had that advantage to make him do the same.

"Have you opened it?" Martha continued, asking questions.

"Why would I?" he replied, surprised. "It's broken."

The Fighter glanced at Martha, giving a nod to let her know she had a plan, as she continued. "How do you know it's broken if you've never opened it?"

"It's stuck. It's old. It's not meant to be." he said, frowning and looking as if this was the first time he had noticed it's existence. "I don't know."

"May I?" asked the Fighter, holding out her hand. Yana's gaze was brought up toward her, something in those blue eyes conveyed a sense of familiarity and something else. He lightly placed it in her hands, trusting her, as she tilted it to the Gallifreyan language.

However, she gasped with recognition at the name on it, feeling tears threaten to fall from her eyes as it seemed her whole world was coming back together again.

"Does it matter?" Yana asked curiously, watching her carefully.

From her reaction alone, Martha could tell she knew who it was. "Fighter?" she asked with concern.

All the Fighter did was glance up at Martha slowly, trying to give her a head start while she could because nothing was going to hold her back now. "Martha, you should run to go see if the Doctor is almost done. We might need him back here." she told the human cryptically, hoping she would get the message.

Without another thought, Martha started to bolt out of the room, running to get the Doctor.

The Fighter cupped the watch gently before bringing it to her lips and lightly brushing a kiss upon it. Chantho and Professor Yana watched with confusion. It seemed she had more of a chance at awakening him then she thought. It explained everything; the way she was acting towards Yana, the message of drums, the unclear memories with his face, and the fact she couldn't sense her husband at all.

He wasn't lost to the Time War as she had thought, just hidden at the end of the universe in a fob-watch.

It brought relief to her in a way she thought she'd never experience, as if the other half of her was finally found. And she couldn't very well keep him trapped like this forever. The right thing for her to do was to finally awaken him. At least she gave Martha a chance to warn the Doctor.


Finally succeeding in fixing the problem in the radiation chamber, the Doctor and Jack finished running around, flicking switches. Martha came racing in, breathing heavily, trying to warn them.

However, the Doctor spoke, not noticing the state she was in. "Ah, nearly there. The footprint, it's a gravity pulse. It stamps down, the rocket shoots up. Bit primitive. It'll take the both of us to keep it stable."

"Doctor, it's the Professor. He's got this watch. He's got a fob watch. It's the same as yours and the Fighter. Same writing on it, same everything."

"Don't be ridiculous." he shot her a ludicrous look. It was only him and the Fighter. They would have known if there was someone else out there. They could have sensed it.

"I asked him." she told him frantically. "He said he's had it his whole life."

Jack wasn't understanding where this was going. "So he's got the same watch."

"Yeah, but it's not a watch. It's this chameleon thing."

"No, no, no, it's this, this thing, this device, it rewrites biology. Changes a Time Lord into a human."

"And it's the same watch." Martha insitied, giving him a serious look. "The Fighter even looked like she recognized who it could be."

"That means he could be a Time Lord. You might not be the last one." Jack perked up, giving a smile, but still not understanding how dire the situation was.

Now the Doctor was stopping in his tracks, tensing up. "Did she say who it was?" He was now gripping her slightly with worry.

Martha shook her head. "No, but she warned me to come get you. It had her all in tears. I've never seen her like that before."

"What did he say, Martha? WHAT DID HE SAY?" he asked with desperation.

She had never seen the Doctor and Fighter so shaken up like they were over this fob-watch ordeal. "He looked at the watch like he could hardly see it. Like that perception filter thing."

"What about now? Can he see it now?"


Placing the metal watch back in his hand, the Fighter saw how Yana gazed at it in a trance. "Do you trust me, Professor?"

He didn't even look up from it, fumbling the silk metal in his hands, his fingers feeling the intricate circular patterns. "Yes…" he said lightly.

He wanted some understanding of this, to all of it. And he knew the Fighter would be the only one to give it. She meant something to him and it almost frightened him.

The Fighter placed her hand above the watch, showing him the silver signet ring with a green jewel that had the same circular pattern upon it. It was on her ring finger. "My husband and I gave each other these rings when we got married. Even after all we've been through, I haven't taken it off since…" she trailed off, smiling sadly before glancing into his eyes to see the spark of familiarity again. "I really need you to open that watch, Professor."

Hearing a laugh, it was as if the watch started to speak towards him, a male voice sounding authoritative and compelling in its arrogance.

The drums, the drums, the drums, the never ending drumbeat. Open me, you human fool. Open the light and summon me and receive my majesty.

The pressure tank containing the Doctor's hand began to bubble madly. The Professor moved across it, walking as if he was sleep walking, looking at the bubbles in the tank. Another voice from his past came forth.

Destroy him! And you will give your power to me!

Chantho followed after him, concerned, not understanding what was going on. "Chan-Yana, won't you please take some rest-tho?"


"Thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine…"

Back in the Radiation chamber, the Doctor and Jack were still trying to stabilize everything for the takeoff sequence, but the Time Lord couldn't help the panic rising inside him over who this other Time Lord could be.

"If he escaped the Time War," Jack spoke, holding down another lever, "then it's the perfect place to hide. The end of the universe."

"Six, five…"

"Think of what the Face of Boe said. His dying words. He said- YOU ARE NOT ALONE!" Martha reminded him.

"One…"

YOU. ARE. NOT. ALONE. The words rattled around in the Doctor's head as he finally recognized the acronym. Of course it had been in the Professor's name all along. Why did he expect any different? And judging from what Martha said of the Fighter's reaction, it could only be one person who loved using acronyms as a disguise.

"Zero!"

Hitting the launch key, the engines of the rocket roared to life and started to take off towards the sky, carrying the last of humanity with it towards Utopia.

"Lieutenant, have you done it? Did you get velocity?" the Doctor asked impatiently, wanting to get back to the Fighter as soon as possible. "Have you done it? Lieutenant, have you done it?"

Atillo's voice came through the speaker. "Affirmative. We'll see you in Utopia."

"Good luck." the Doctor said before dashing off with Jack and Martha on his tail. He had to get back to her and make sure she was safe. He knew she would be tempted to help the Professor open the watch and be reunited with her husband after thinking he was lost to the war.

But even if she was his wife, there was no telling what the Master would do.


The Fighter could suddenly feel her mental link with the Master reigniate, welcoming it happily. She no longer felt that empty hole inside herself anymore. However, images started to flash across her mind, bringing a pain as if someone was drilling into her head.

There was Professor Yana…no, the Master . He had a more youthful appearance. He placed his hands around her temples, and then…everything went black.

She felt her mind push her back out of it, as if it was trying to still keep her from knowing something. The only thing she had gotten from that was her husband had done something to her mind. What it was, she wouldn't know unless he wanted her to.

Having no time to deal with processing her feelings about it, she watched the last of his essence enter his body as he started to awaken. The Time Lady held her breath in anticipation, awaiting what would happen now. However, he didn't even seem to acknowledge her, moving towards a lever and going to work on a plan.

"Chan-but you've locked them in-tho." informed his assistant.

He finally looked up, smirking with a dark expression in his eyes. "Not to worry, my dear. As one door closes, another must open." The Master began to flick another lever, turning off the silo's defenses.

"Chan-you must stop-tho." she pleaded. "Chan-but you've lowered the defences. The Futurekind will get in-tho."

The Fighter knew she would have to step in to stop him before things got too out of hand, reaching out for his hand before he did anything else. "Master…"

He finally gazed into her eyes, acknowledging her presence. It would have gone unnoticed by anyone else that his eyes softened briefly as he searched her eyes, wondering if she was really there with him. However, it vanished and became steely. "You shouldn't be here…"

Confusion was written on her face. "What?"

"Of course you reunited with him …" he spat bitterly. "It seems no matter what, he's always one step ahead, but NOT THIS TIME!" The Master pushed her hand away, bursting forth to another part of the room, continuing on with his work.

Chantho didn't understand what was going on with her Professor, but she refused to let it happen any further. "Chan-Professor, I'm so sorry, but I must stop you. You're destroying all our work-tho." she said, pointing a gun at him.

"Oh. Now I can say I was provoked." he gleamed with a devilish look. "Did you never think, all those years standing beside me, to ask about that watch? Never? Did you never once think, not ever, that you could set me free?"

The Fighter watched as he started to take hold of live wires and slowly make his way towards Chantho with them. There was no way she was going to be able to stop him by knocking it out of his hands without harming everyone in the room. So, she would have to take the other strategic method.

Using her combat knowledge, the Time Lady knocked the gun out of Chantho's hands, grabbing it in mid-air as the Malmooth's eyes went wide from the action. "Chan-I'm sorry-tho. I'm so sorry. I just wanted to stop him." she cried.

Seeing how his wife stopped her, the Master paused briefly, chuckling. "Don't tell me you're going to finish the job for her? Especially after all I've done for you…"

"I'm not going to." she replied, lowering it in her hands. "It doesn't have to be like this, Master."

He gave her a dark look, laughing. "Now that sounds like something he would say. He's gotten to your head, you don't even notice how bad it is…"

She shook it off as the usual speech he would always give her in order to make her join his side and see his way of things. "I thought you had died in the war…please, I promise I will come with you this time if you just leave things alone here."

All she wanted was to be reunited with him. It was something she had realized since the Time War, since the battle with the Valeyard, since the Cheetah planet and thinking she had lost him to the Daleks. She had no choice but to travel with the Doctor at first, but then came to enjoy it.

However, nothing would ever take the place of the Master. He was always one of a kind to her, even if she didn't quite agree with his method of going about things. He was the love that consumed her. He was the only person who could give her the passion, adventure and danger she craved.

And no matter how many times someone talked him down for being one of the most corrupt Time Lords, she couldn't help but snap back at them for it, even if she knew it was true. Yes, he was corrupt and power-hungry, but that wasn't the only thing he was. The Fighter knew there was always something more to the Master. It was always complicated with him.

"Chan-Professor, please-" Chantho pleaded softly beside the Time Lady, seeing how he was debating it.

But just when she thought she was finally reaching through to him, the Master turned towards his assistant, glaring. "That is not my name! The Professor was an invention. So perfect a disguise that I forgot who I am."

"Chan-then who are you-tho?"

"I…am…the…Master." he whispered before the live wires at Chantho.

The Fighter couldn't help but watch helplessly as she screamed. Once her body fell to the ground, he threw the wires aside as they whipped like snakes. Without another word, he grabbed her wrist and threw the gun to the floor. He then started to pull her with him to the other side of the room as he made his way towards the glass jar with the Doctor's hand inside.

At that moment, they could hear the Doctor outside the door, pounding his fist on it. "Professor! Fighter, Professor, let me in! Let me in! Jack, get the door open now!" he said to the Time Agent.

The Master rolled his eyes. "He's always interrupting a moment…"

"Professor, Fighter, where are you?! Professor, Fighter, are you there? Please, I need to explain. Whatever you do, don't open that watch."

The Fighter looked around at the state of chaos sadly. It's already a little too late for that, Doctor. Glancing back towards her husband, she saw him remove a circuit board from the gravitational field navigation system.

"Utopia." he sneered.

"They're coming!" shouted Martha.

"Professor! Fighter!" tried the Doctor once more.

The Master began to disconnect the power cable from the TARDIS. Looking between the door and her husband, she finally ran towards the computer. However, he made her stop in her tracks. "If you even think about tampering with anything over there to try and save them, our deal will be off, my dear."

She gritted her teeth, glancing back at him. "We can't just leave them to face the Futurekind by themselves!"

"Ah, but isn't that what you said? You promised you would come with me if I just left things alone here, and that's EXACTLY what I'm doing…" he reminded her, grinning happily. "They will have to find their own way to escape the end of the universe."

She could have smacked herself for choosing better wording next time when making a deal with him. Now she couldn't go back on her word now or things would be MUCH worse than they already were.

I'm sorry Doctor…Martha…Jack…

"Open the door, please! I'm begging you, Professor. Fighter. Please, listen to me." the Doctor still continued, pouding on the door outside as he heard the roars of the Futurekind approaching closer.

The noise of gunshot suddenly sounded in the room, making the Fighter jerk her head towards the source of the noise, getting into a defense position like the true soldier of war she was. Spotting Chantho using the last of her strength to aim the gun at the Master and pull the trigger, she saw the Malmooth give her last breath.

The Master groaned in pain as she went to his side. The Doctor, Jack and Martha managed to break free, gaining access to the room. Briefly, the Master and Fighter exchanged looks with the Doctor before he started to pull her into the TARDIS with him.

She was pushed to the floor, hitting it with a thud, as the Doctor fumbled with trying to open the door with his key, but the Master had locked it. He was going to have no choice but to regenerate soon. The Fighter watched him limp up the railway, going for the console to double-lock it so he couldn't sonic his way in.

"And locked." he whispered, grinning victoriously.

"Let me in!" yelled the Doctor, "Let me in!"

Martha was leaned over towards the limp body of Chantho. "She's dead." she addressed with worry.

"I broke the lock. Give me a hand!" Jack yelled, holding himself back against a door, trying to keep the rest of the Futurekind out.

However, the Doctor didn't listen to them, more focused on trying to reach out to the people in the TARDIS. "I'm begging you. Everything's changed! It's only the three of us! We're the only ones left! Just let me in!" he yelled with desperation, not wanting to lose them.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I can't…" the Fighter said, starting to get up from off the floor and make her way towards her husband.

His brow was sweaty as he leaned against the console, gritting his teeth. "Killed by an insect. A girl." He glanced at his wife who shot him a look. "How inappropriate." He wasn't happy with the fact that she was traveling with the Doctor again. He had hoped that with what he did, it would be different this time.

But maybe it still could be…

"Still, if the Doctor can be young and strong, then so can I." He started to stand up tall and proud, the arrogance shining through him. "The Master reborn." He declared, putting his head back with arms wide open as the golden regeneration energy sprang forth.

The Fighter could feel through their connection the pain that came with regeneration as the Master started to scream, taking hold of his new self and healing the wound he had received like a fire refusing to be extinguished. She knew it all too well; it was a battle cry.

Once it ended, he fell to the ground, causing the Fighter to jolt forward, catching him. Feeling her arms around him, he opened his eyes before jumping up and dashing around the TARDIS. Realizing he had been successful in everything, not just regenerating, but stealing the Doctor's TARDIS and his own wife back, he chuckled with glee, giving the Fighter a hard kiss.

Hitting a button on the console, he brought up the speaker. "Now then, Doctor," the Master briefly paused, bringing his hand to his throat as he tried to become accustomed to his new body. "Ooo, new voice. Hello, hello. Hello. Anyway, why don't we stop and have a nice little chat while I tell you all my plans and you can work out a way to stop me…I DON'T THINK!"

"Hold on, I know that voice…" Martha gasped.

"I'm asking you really properly." the Doctor said through gritted teeth, "Just stop. Just think!"

"Use my name!"

"Master…I'm sorry…" begged the Time Lord.

The Master almost looked like he was going to hesitate. "TOUGH!" he roared, throwing back a lever before dashing around the console, starting the time rotor.

"Stop!" the Fighter yelled, trying to undo what he was doing, but the Master pushed her back.

Outside, the Doctor held out his sonic screwdriver, setting the TARDIS to a specific setting in order to help stop the Master. Realizing what he was getting to, the Time Lord shouted. "Oh, no you don't! End of the universe. Have fun. Bye, bye!"

The TARDIS started to dematerialize, taking off right in front of the Doctor's eyes. All he could do was watch helplessly with worry and fury. He should have been there to stop it. He should have been there!


Notes:

As for the memories the Fighter can't remember and the explanation as to what the Master did to her? It will be explained in the next chapters coming up. Don't worry. A lot more juicy stuff to come. ;D