Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters, places, plots...Yeah you get the picture. My first ever Master/Rose fic, never thought I'd write one, but actually I really love writing it!

Chapter 10-The Beginning

With a steady whooshing noise three shiny, black spheres appeared and hovered in the air about the American, who watched them with clear unease, "My name is Arthur Coleman Winters, president elect of the United States of America and designated representative of the United Nations. I welcome you to Planet Earth and it's associated moon." The spheres buzzed around before the uncomfortable man who moved uneasily to keep his eyes always on the trio of alien beings. The watching crowd gasped as the first sphere spoke sweetly, almost in a childlike manner,

"You're not the Master." Soon later the second sphere added it's thought,

"We like the Mister Master."

"We don't like you," finished the final sphere in a harsher tone. The President gulped, a sense of foreboding clouded his mind. The man spun around as the Toclafane buzzed about him never staying still for more than a minute.

"I can be master if you so wish. I will accept mastery over you, if that is God's will." One of the Toclafane came threateningly close to the President's face, talking as it did so,

"Man is stupid." Harry Saxon leaned back in his chair smiling, oh how he wished he had been able to tell the American that. He knew this was going to be fun!

"Master and Wolf are our friends."

"Where is my Master pretty please?"

All of a sudden Harold Saxon raised his hands with a joyous, surprised expression; the President stared down at him as did every other person in the room,

"Oh all right then! It's me!" The young PM jumped from his seat excitedly and slid across the shining floor to stand in front of the questioning crowd, waving his hands like a dancer who'd just finished an amazing performance, "Ta-da!" He exclaimed a huge grin plastered all over his face. Rose watched happily and applauded playfully as the plan neared completion. The Master caught her eye and winked fondly as he bowed in an exaggerated fashion and said, "Thank you." He shook his head dismissively as he continued ecstatically, "Sorry I seem to have this effect, people just get obsessed. Is it the smile?" And he grinned broadly motioning at his mouth with his hands, "Is it the aftershave?" And he fiddled with his clothes and pretended to smell his wrists, "Is it the capacity to laugh at myself?" I don't know, it's crazy!" He cried loudly and shrugged boldly, making sure all in the room saw his actions. President Winters seemed to forget the Toclafane and his mission for the present as he turned with a stony scowl to glare at the standing Briton.

"Saxon?! What are you talking about?!" He asked, not understanding quite what was occurring. The three spheres floated about the Master's shoulders obediently as he turned around with his arms crossed defiantly over his chest; he stared up harshly at the older American and spoke firmly,

"We're taking control Uncle Sam."

"Starin' with you," finished Rose, staring intently at the President, a mischievous glint in her eyes and a cruel smile on her lips.

The Master turned to the floating, humming spheres with a serious look and muttered a calm,

"Kill him!" Instantly the spheres flew at the President, sharp-knife-like blades springing from their casing, a laser bolt was fired and the US President was disintegrated into tiny pieces before the shocked delegates and terrified citizens of the world. As the reality of the situation dawned in their minds, the representatives of the nations of the Earth some tried to flee and jumped from their seats in panic, whilst others sunk to their knees in terror. Meanwhile Harry Saxon clapped his hands together in ecstasy, wide-eyed he laughed hysterically as he leant forward staring at the empty space where the President had just stood. Spinning back around he looked at his wife happily who grinned broadly back with encouragement.

"Guards! No body move!" He cried, his own secret, armed soldiers pulled guns from their jackets and sprinted to guard the exits, aiming their weapons at anyone who attempted to escape, as most cowered on the floor, clutching at each other desperately. The Master turned to the still rolling video camera, now left unmanned, as Rose ran to his side and hung on his arm adoringly, "Peoples of the Earth attend carefully..." he began seriously addressing his new subjects on the unsuspecting planet below.

Suddenly the Doctor was coming towards them a determined yet shocked look on his familiar face.

"Stop 'im," shouted Rose and two suited men came forward grabbing the Doctor by his shoulders and shoved him to his knees before their leaders. With an enormous smile the Master stared into the Doctor's eyes,

"We meet at last Doctor! OH! I love sayin' that!" He cried loudly, chuckling as he looked with disdain at his nemesis.

"STOP! STOP NOW!" Screamed the Doctor. The Master stared cruelly down and shook his head scoldingly as the Doctor struggled desperately in his captors' strong hands.

"As if a perception filter was gonna work on me," he spat as if offended at the very thought, his eyes flicked up to the back left of the room and fell on the figures of Martha and Jack huddling together unsure and terrified, he smiled, "Oh look! The girly and the freak!" He tilted his head to one side mockingly, "Although I'm not sure which one's which!" Jack frowned, there was a daring spark in his eyes that was so common of him and then he sprung into life, his jaw clenched and goal set as he charged headfirst towards the evil Time Lord. Martha and the Doctor watched horrified, knowing the ambitious and gutsy flight would do not good.

From his inside pocket the Master plucked a thick, silver and gold tube, he held it tightly, arm outstretched at the determined Captain and with a high pitched, mechanical scream a thin beam of concentrated light hit the running man in the chest, sending him skidding to a sudden halt and collapsing onto the floor. The Doctor watched wide-eyed. Martha remained frozen by the wall mouth agape. Holding up the tubular weapon Saxon wriggled it playfully in his hand chorusing,

"Laser screwdriver! Who'd have sonic?! And the good thing is, he's not dead for long, I can kill him again!" Rose giggled at her husband's child-like joy, making the Doctor stare at her glumly. However his attention quickly returned to his arch-enemy and old, old friend.

"Master! Calm down! Look at what you're doing! Both of you," his chocolate hued eyes flickered between the Master and Rose pleadingly, "Just stop! If you could see yourselves!" Turning his back on the Doctor, the young figure of the man only minutes ago known only as Harold Saxon, looked back into the television camera, talking to his people down below,

"Excuse us," he shrugged tiredly, pointing towards the other Time Lord, "Personal business, back in a minute." Swiftly he turned back to the Doctor, nodding seriously as he gave the order for his men to let their prisoner go; his men agreed immediately and the Doctor fell to the cold floor.

"That sound, the sound in your head what if I could help?"

Rose rolled her eyes exasperatedly,

"Oh! How to shut him up?!"

"I know," the Master finished helpfully, "Memory lane," he crouched down and perched on the step, his wife doing the same on the step behind, "Professor Lazarus, remember him, and his genetic manipulation device? What, do you think little Tish got that job merely by co-incidence? We've been setting traps for you all this time. And what if I could focus all that Lazarus technology into one little screwdriver," the Time Lord held the metallic object aloft whilst the Doctor stared at it worriedly. The Master smiled cheekily and tapped his chin as if in deep thought, "Oh if only I had the Doctor's biological code," suddenly he jumped up and bounded over to the table where he revealed a bubbling container of water, inside of which was a rather dead-looking hand, "Oh wait a minute I do! I've got 'is hand!" Turning back to his enemy he fiddled joyfully with his screwdriver, a taunting tone in his voice, "And if Lazarus made himself younger what if I reverse it? Say another 100 years." His fiddling ceased, and with a mean scowl he pointed the harmless looking contraption at the Doctor and pressed the button.

Instantly the Doctor was flailing wildly and moving almost too quickly to be seen, his pained screams however were clearly audible. Both Rose and the Master watched with interested and amused expression as the Doctor aged, they caught each others gazes from across the room, a look of utter delight lit their eyes. A minute or so passed when suddenly the Doctor stopped squirming and collapsed heavily to the floor. Martha Jones swiftly finished her conversation with the now living Jack and shuffled inelegantly over to hold the wrinkled man in her arms, muttering reassuringly as she did so,

"It's all right Doctor. I've got you." Rose pouted sweetly although the vengeful light never left her eyes; her tone was teasingly syrupy,

"Ahhhh," she cooed, "She's a would-be-doctor. Better than any stupid shop-girl ehhhh?" Frowning, the Doctor moved his head slowly to look at the girl whom he'd once loved over all things, how could she have become this hateful, malicious woman? He did not understand it.

Another voice broke the second long silence, addressing Martha instead, as the Master bent down before the two, motioning at the door behind them with shaking jazz hands,

"But tonight Martha Jones, we've flown them in, all the way from prison." And there, stood in the doorway, looking out over the terrified room with ashamed, wet faces were the Jones's, their hands were bound and their bodies a little bruised, but Martha could breath a small sigh of relief, they were alive.

"The Toclafane," the Doctor croaked out, still adjusting to his old body, "What are they? Who are they?" Two pairs of brown eyes met for the first time in years as Mrs Saxon leaned down, placing her warm and familiar hands over his hearts and whispering gently,

"Doctor if I told you, your hearts would break."

"She's good isn't she Doctor?" Her partner crooned proudly, as he watched her with a smug expression plastered all over his face.

With their annoying, insect-like buzzing, the three spheres hovered over to the Master's side, not happy that they had been forgotten about for so long in all the chaos, their childish voices crying,

"Is it time?"

"Is it ready?"

"Is the machine singing?"

Gazing quickly up at the clock on the ship's controls Rose smiled excitedly, spinning expectantly round to her equally anxious lover,

"It's two minutes past." The Master took her hand lovingly pulling her carefully over to the video camera, the spheres parted to let them pass. He looked right into the lens, his intense eyes boring into those watching fearfully on Earth, he squeezed her fingers tightly and she squeezed right back supportively as he began to speak,

"So Earthlings! Basically...ummmmm... End of the world! Here come the drums!" He exclaimed, all in the room observing the scene with terror in their eyes and the thought that the British Prime Minister and his wife were both completely insane.

Music blared from the speakers, adding to the craziness as a deafening ripping sound echoed through the air; the entire ship seemed to be shaking. With knowledge smiles the Saxons stared at each other and then sprinted, fingers still entwined, to the wide viewing window just in time to witness a gaping, ragged wound appear in the bright, blue heavens, issuing forth countless black and silver spheres, glinting menacingly in the yellow sunlight. The Master and Rose stood close together, their chests almost touching as they admired their work gladly. Turning his head to look into her face he gave a tender smile, studying her lips and eyes admiringly,

"How many do you think?" He breathed, his lips nearly brushing the skin on her nose they were so close.

"Six billion," she murmured, entranced by all that was happening around her. Her husband chuckled under his breath and Rose felt her breath catch in her throat, he looked so handsome when he smiled,

"Six billion," he repeated softly he looked back out of the window at the flying spheres already attacking the continents; he swished his arm about dramatically as he shouted,

"Down you go kids!" A broad, ear to ear grin decorated her face as she leaned forward ecstatically, stretching her neck up and standing in her tip toes,

"Down you go!" She called elatedly. The Master smiled proudly at her and then they both faced each other again, faces near enough so they could feel each others breath tickling their flesh. He give a sexy, lopsided smile, placing one hand on her hip he bought her a little closer towards him,

"Shall we decimate them?" He muttered darkly, his voice raw and throaty, "Sounds good, nice word decimate," he hissed out from between clenched teeth, "Remove one tenth of the population!" He ordered loudly and then twisted back to his wife, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange of affection.

The two were so immersed in each other neither noticed Martha Jones disappear in a flash of pale, blue light.

As the first plumes of fire and smoke sprouted up on the ground below and numerous broken voices sounded over he crackly radio screaming and crying for their lives. Looking up with teary eyes the Doctor sat silently as the Saxons strutted towards him, placed their hands beneath his shoulders and pulled him roughly to his feet, the couple dragged him up the stairs and to the window to watch their new world order begin. Rose and the Master stood on either side of him, forcing him to look down when all he wanted to do was turn away and never look down again,

"And so it came to pass that the human race fell and Earth was no more. And I looked down over my new dominion as Master of all and I thought it good." The pair looked contentedly at the shocked and horrified face of the Doctor, and then moved to stare at each other behind the elderly man's back, they leaned towards each other and lips met passionately. Moving away again they smiled at each other and left the Doctor to watch as the world he loved was turned into a savage, dead wasteland.

"Time to celebrate I think!" Harry exclaimed clapping his hands, he pulled open a hidden panel in the wall to reveal a safe, turned the dial until it clicked, opened the door and pulled out a bottle of expensive-looking champagne and two shining, crystal flutes, "Just as I left it." POP! The cork fell loudly to the floor, two glasses were filled to the brim with creamy, bubbly liquid and he handed one to his lover, chinking glasses with her, "Cheers!"

"To us," she toasted happily.

He returned the smile freely,

"To us." With shocking rapidness he gulped down his drink and placed the glass onto the table. Rose sipped hers more elegantly obviously used to his strange drinking habits, as he spun round on his heel and scanned his eyes over the gloomy crowd.

"Oh come on everybody. SMILE!" He sang cheerily, pointing at his own grin for effect, "Happy faces! No? Nooooo," he drew out the word getting lower as he went, "Miserable lot aren't they?" He asked his love, who carried on sipping her beverage and nodded quietly, still smiling. "Why don't we show them how to do it?" He questioned, eyebrows cocked, he plucked the glass from her hand and put it n the table. His lips pressed a kiss onto her knuckles as he bowed gentlemanly, then the feel of his mouth against her flesh was gone and he was calling out, "Maestro music please!" And a tune once more reverberated through the room as the Master danced with his wife, careful to avoid the multitude of people sprawled sobbing on the slippery floor. Mrs Saxon laughed from within his arms,

"Not in front of people! No! NO!" The pair boogied around the room until the jazzy melody finished in a burst of trumpets and drums, the Master dipped his wife down backwards, leaning as close to her ear as possible without overbalancing, he whispered softly to her,

"I know you like it." Rose chuckled nervously, he moved away and looked down into her face with her bright, warm eyes; soft, pink lips and rosy cheeks. Quickly he pulled her back up onto her feet, and stared at the crowd who were staring at him, clearly frightened and utterly shocked, meanwhile Rose smoothed down her stylish, black dress with a slightly embarrassed look.

"No clapping?" Asked the Master with a disappointed tone, he was beginning to get tired of these killjoys. Why couldn't people be as happy as he was? He sighed exasperatedly and clapped his hands, desperate to get some sort of response from the viewers, "Come on people!" Pulling a chair from beneath the table he placed it expertly right in front of all the petrified people and sat down in it, drumming his fingers on the arm restlessly and acting like the small, leather backed seat was a huge, golden throne. Behind him the Doctor stumbled unsurely down the steps with a gloomy look on his aged face, Rose perched on the arm of her husband's chair humming absent-mindedly to herself, her left hand gripping his bicep possessively as she studied the faces of those crouched at her feet. "Sooooo," he whistled out, "Orders, orders, orders. Firstly get these miserable mugs outta here!" His fingers continued to tap that maddening da-da-da-dum over and over as the terrified crowd were escorted from his presence. He pointed rudely towards Martha's tearful family, "Take the Jones's to their holding cell and get them dressed in their uniforms," Clive and Letitia Jones stared daggers at his head, whilst Francine just stood their looking penitently at the floor, they were rapidly shoved from the room by three burly, suited men and vanished down the corridor silently and obediently as the Master waved goodbye manically. Spotting the Doctor trying to leave discretely with the family the Master motioned tactfully for his men to stop him, therefore the Doctor found two pairs of hands wrapped like iron bars around his forearms as he was dragged back towards the other Time Lord. "Oh no you don't Grandpa, you're staying with us."

"And the Captain Sir?" Questioned one guard as politely and carefully as possible, knowing that annoying his master had deadly consequences. The Master turned to Jack, who was now leaning back against the wood clad wall his eyes boring into the Master's head, not that it made any difference.

Rose met Jack's eyes, they seemed different than Jack ever remembered them, more pained and darker, he wondered whether that was purely the Master's fault or whether other factors had contributed to the creation of this new and frightening Rose.

"Chain him up in the engine room and have him watched 24/7." The guard turned to the Master with a questioning look on his face, unsure of whether he should listen to his wife or not. When the Master frowned angrily he knew he should have just done what the woman had ordered.

"Do as she says," the Time Lord snapped ruthlessly. The pair then watched with mean smiles set on their faces as the man was escorted from the room by a number of armed guards. The Doctor stood by the door looking grim and pained,

"You've got to stop now!" He cried desperately, the light in his eyes dimmed and pleading, he had to try and get them to see what they were doing was utterly crazy no matter how hopeless it was. The Master scowled harshly at him, "If you think I'm just going to give up Doctor you don't know me very well."

"Please," begged the Doctor, his aged knees shaking and his eyes finding it incredibly hard to focus, he was not sure how he'd cope with the Master in his current form. Staring back at him with obviously fake sorrowful eyes, the Master gave him a humorous pitying look and then burst into a fit of gut-wrenching laughter,

"Your begging won't work on me Doctor. You seem to have lost your touch," he laughed, then he rolled his eyes with a large sigh, he was getting so bored of the Doctor's repetition, it was like a scratched record, and a bad, scratched record at that, "You're no fun Doctor," he moaned, the Time Lord had decided he no longer had any time for this, or the effort to listen to the Doctor go on and on anymore, "And I have important business to attend to, world to rule and all that! Rose sweetheart," he murmured offering his hand to Rose with a loving smile and watching her take it happily; he could not believe that he would ever be any happier than he was at that moment with his beloved wife at his side and the world at his feet. With a mischievous glint in his eyes he spoke with a tone of utter excitement,

"Let's go and see our new empire!" He jumped up onto his feet, and straight away began pulling her quickly and with immense strength towards the door and the landing platform. However Rose dug her heels into the shiny, wooden floor, forcing her husband and herself to come to a dead halt at the doorway, a gleeful grin was set on her pink lips as she turned around to the Doctor and said loudly,

"Doctor, this is only the start." The Doctor then stared at their retreating backs with sad and anxious eyes, as the happy couple ran down the corridor and disappeared from his view.

So here's chapter 10, isn't it exciting? What ever your answer a review would be most welcome. Hope you're still enjoying it, and hope you're all looking forward to tonights episode, because it's gonna be so good. I'll be squeeing all night! LOL!

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