A/N: Well, I'll tell you who you should thank for this chapter. Alright, then again, maybe I won't. I kind of needed a push. It was quite an effort I'll say, to turn this chapter out. I hope you guys can understand my need for constant change in POV. It keeps things moving. I think I had a little too much fun writing our good friend The Master. Also, I propose that the minute Amy became Rory's girlfriend, that he did indeed climb to the highest rooftop and scream the news to anyone who was willing to pay attention. Anyway, enough out of me, also known as: enjoy. Disclaimer: Not mine honestly. Moffat and his associates can keep Doctor Who. I don't have the experience to run a TV show.

Chapter 10

"Harold Saxon? Who the hell is that?"

"Why, Melody, such language! I would say your parents would be disappointed-but that redhead is as sailor-mouthed as they come, eh? By the way, that's Mr. Harold Saxon."

"So which is it? The Master or Harold Saxon? And where is The Doctor?"

"Patience, Miss Pond. Oh, that silly man. He thinks he's the best and the brightest-a real-life genius. If he's such a genius, tell me Melody, why wasn't he ever able to control these simple creatures?"

"Why would he want to? It's not like kitchen instruments are particularly threatening."

"Ah-but you see-this is the master race." The Master chuckled at his own pun and patted the nearest Dalek. "He has fought them so many times, yet they still come back. Always for him. The Doctor. The Predator. The Oncoming Storm. More like a small April shower if you ask me."

"Who would ask you, eh? If you're so smart, how did three teenagers and a supposed idiot break into your fortress of eviltude, huh?"

"Melody, Melody, Melody. Haven't you figured it out by now? I let you break in! I let you see where everything is going to originate from. After today, after today the whole world will be kneeling at my feet and that bumbling, bowtie wearing, disgrace of a Time Lord will be my slave! Tell me, Melody, did regeneration hurt?" Suddenly, he pulled something out of his jacket, and a shot rang out. Shit! Shit! He shot me! That terrible excuse for a Looney Toon shot me! Crazy homicidal bastard shot me! The Master came to Mel's side.

"I hope you enjoy your new body, Miss Pond. I would love to stick around for the show, but duty calls!" The Master disappeared from Mel's vision as she began to see gold light.

"Shit."

"Amy, I really think we should be running away from the Daleks, not straight to them!" Rory panted as he struggled to keep up with Amy's determined stride.

"Rory, I love you, but shut up and run! I am not leaving Mel behind, do you understand?!"

Rory stopped suddenly. She loves me? What?

"Rory! Keep up!" And just like that, they were once again flying through the maze of hallways, both desperately hopeful they would reach Mel in time. Also, one desperate to survive so he could tell the world Amelia Pond loved him.

His head hurt, and the edges of his vision were too blurry for comfort.

"Master, master of what, he'll never tell me." The Doctor grumbled. "Obviously not the master of subtlety." He stood and craned his neck to the illuminated hole above. Wincing, he returned his head to its normal position. From his jacket pocket he retrieved his favorite companion.

"Well, first you invade the entire planet with Daleks, and now you all but give me a written invitation to escape. I hope he doesn't think his intentions are invisible to me." The Doctor pointed the sonic screwdriver and it lit up, opening the door to his left without an issue.

"Enemies. Can't reason with them, can't change their love for power complexes." The Doctor sprinted for the door.

Melody stood and stretched her arm out.

"I like this body." She spun as she heard the doors open. In front of her were her parents and The Doctor. Her Doctor.

"What's happening?! Doctor, what's happening?!" Amy looked at The Doctor.

"I'm regenerating," Mel said and smiled, "Hey, Doctor, watch my dad, will you? He looks like he's about to faint. Mum-"Mel was obscured by a sudden burst in the golden light.

"What?" Amy looked at where Mel had been standing.

"Doctor, I told you to watch him, I mean honestly, he faints for nothing. Mum, you look absolutely ridiculous with your mouth open like that."