A/N – This is the final chapter so I hope you like it! I had many ideas for the ending of this fic but this is the one I chose eventually. I hope you've enjoyed the ride!

The Doctor leant against the TARDIS controls after leaving the Torchwood Hub in favour of the time vortex with a frown on his face. He had never before taken notice of how cruel the Earth's inhabitants could be. He had always thought the Earth was amazing, its population were the kindest he had ever met, but his short time in the Torchwood Hub had made those thoughts disappear and had brought him crashing into reality. The Master was right. The Earth's inhabitants were selfish and ungrateful. The Doctor had never asked for glory, payment or even thanks. All he had wanted was a companion like himself, a timelord, and the people on Earth wanted to take The Master away.

The Doctor could understand why Jack didn't like The Master, he understood that The Master had done terrible things in the past, but the past was not allowed to be changed and The Master was clearly sorry for his actions. The people on Earth also had no right to imprison The Master, though many would argue they did – the phrase "if it's alien, it's ours" was a popular concept on Earth. The right to decide on The Master's fate was The Doctor's as the only other of The Master's kind. In The Doctor's opinion to go against his wishes in this matter was to break any agreements that he had with the Earth. The Doctor was not cruel, not at all, but he would not return to Earth again if he could help it. The Master, who had been watching him for the past few minutes, walked over and took his hand. "What are you going to do?" The Master asked quietly "Are you going to go back?" The Doctor smiled and shook his head.

"I don't have any bonds with Earth anymore. I have something better to protect now." The Master grinned. "I don't need protecting you know. I can look after myself."

"I don't doubt you. I never really have. Maybe I just said it the wrong way round," The Doctor replied. The Master nodded.

"You definitely need protecting." The Doctor smiled.

"So where do you want to go next?" he asked.

"Hmmm…how about Barcelona? You're always prattling on about it but never seem to get there." The Doctor grinned, hands now flying over the TARDIS controls. The TARDIS lurched slightly once he had finished, changing direction the vortex, and The Doctor and The Master flew to Barcelona. Together.