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Chapter 15-The Long Awaited Trip Home

Rose and the Master stood dressed in expensive suits and coats with the wind whipping around them cruelly on the flight deck. From one of the Valiant's small port holes the Doctor's wrinkled face watched disinterestedly as his rival took the females hand and guided her onto the steps. Her heels clattered raucously on the stairs as she entered the large, private jet, he followed close behind, catching the Doctor's eye as he did so and waving playfully, a spiteful grin plastered upon his face. Then he entered the plane's cabin and the door slid shut behind him, the Doctor was left staring at the white panel-work of the aircraft.

Meanwhile inside the plane the Master stood watching as his wife paced the floor nervously.
"Planet Earth," he said breaking the terribly restricting silence surrounding them, "How does it feel to be going home?" Rose stopped her restless movements and stared at him with some fear evident in her eyes, it was strange, he was shocked to see her scared of going back to the planet on which she was born.
"Weird," she stated simply, her eyes boring through his body worriedly; "I thought I'd miss it, but I don't." Giving her a supportive smile he took a confident pace forward and reached out to draw her into a hug, however he was rudely interrupted by the sound of the pilot's voice over the radio, he rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath in Gallifreyan as he moved of to his usual seat,
"Sir, Ma'am, if you'd like to take your seats and strap yourselves in we will be leaving shortly."
Both of them sat heavily down in their padded seats and did up the belts tightly about their waists, then with a supportive smile and loving gaze the Master looked over at his partner, who luckily seemed to be getting less anxious,
"Our world awaits."

The plane landed an hour or so later in the desolate airport at the wasteland that used to be the bustling university city of Bristol. The Master and Rose exited their aircraft with smiles on their faces and walked down to the waiting car at the bottom of the steps. Opening the door for her, he took her hand and helped her into the vehicle like a true gentleman, before he too got into the car and then it drove off swiftly, escorted by two riot-vans full of armed police, soldiers and old UNIT officers. Many Toclafane hovered about the car, keeping up with the speeding vehicle easily. Inside Rose stared out of the darkened window at the slightly familiar land, talking as she did so, her husband listening intently,
"Mickey and me, we came here once...To Bristol, I mean, caught the train from Paddington, spent 3 days in a hostel, partied till we dropped, the usual," she smiled favourably and he leaned in closer to prove he was taking in every word she uttered, "Mum went mental, of course, coz we hadn't told 'er. We both got slapped when we got home," She chuckled madly, "Her face was a picture." Her husband joined her insane laughter, before he suddenly stopped and looked at her with a slightly guilty expression,
"Do you miss them?" He asked concerned.
"Sometimes," she answered slowly, thinking carefully about the word she should use to describe her feelings about her distant family, "But I wouldn't trade this for anything," she added quickly afterwards, the honesty in her voice made him want to just attack her with passionate and loving kisses, oh how he loved her so desperately. She took his hand and squeezed it comfortingly, "Why are we here though?"
"I needed a change of scenery," he muttered with a sigh but a cheeky grin decorated his gorgeous face, "That and the Doctor was beginning to stink the Valiant out!" Rose grinned back,
"That was him was it?" she exclaimed playfully as he draped an arm over her shoulder, rubbing her back soothingly and pulling her close against his side, "I thought something smelled...funny!" The car drove on down the bleak road. Once expensive but now trashed and burned skeletons of mansions lined the streets, their dead gardens making the area look even more like a ghost town; the pair almost expected a ball of tumbleweed to roll across the tarmac in front of the vehicle. The fields, previously full of grazing sheep and cattle or brilliant-yellow corn were now a vast expanse of ship-yards, where hundreds upon hundreds of tall, lean rockets stood gracefully in neat rows, the fields were empty, no one was working and the cranes were unmoving like huge giants against the overcast sky.
"Stunning," the Master said as he observed his weapons approvingly, although he wasn't only talking about the constructions outside.
"You've done a brilliant job darlin'"
"If you think this is good wait until we watch them explode above our heads," he spoke darkly and Rose found it unimaginably sexy, everything he said became a vivid image in her head, it awed her so she was speechless, "The sky'll be lit with blood red and burning orange light, streaking balls of blinding white falling through fiery space as Earth shakes to the intense pulse of war." Laying her head upon his shoulder she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm her speeding pulse and heavy breathing, she wondered sometimes how she managed to cope when she shared such an intense love with such an intense man.

They remained like that for the rest of the journey, absorbed in shared dreams of destruction and fire and war. Eventually the car came to a gentle halt and the door was opened for the world leaders to exit.
"My lord we have arrived." The Master stepped out without a word of thanks or acknowledgment to the driver, he offered his hand to his wife, who graciously accepted it and stepped out of the car in front of him and onto the damp, concrete promenade of the dirty, ghostly seaside town. Standing behind her, the Time Lord set his palms on her waist protectively, leaning his face close to hers he whispered lovingly,
"This is yours. I promised you the Earth and here it is," his voice changed from one of seriousness and affection to one of playful teasing as he spoke with mock annoyance, "And don't say I never get you anything."
"Not mine, ours," Rose said, looking up into his unfathomable eyes and feeling herself drowning in her lover. With a 'you're so wonderful' expression the Master nodded.

The joyous couple walked hand in hand along the damp sand swinging their arms between them. Gazing about at the distant sea and the vague outline of a wasted Wales, Rose smiled a satisfied smile,
"I love the seaside," she murmured simply. Reluctantly they broke contact so she could stretch out her arms, raise her face to the overcast sky and spin in large circles, her coat twirling gracefully around her body as she laughed. The Master watched bewitched and unable to tear his eyes from her radiant form. With teasing slow-steps Rose approached him, reaching out she pressed her fingertips onto his chest. He stared her down wonderingly, a smile tugged on his lips. "You're it," she finally whispered darkly at long last, before she ran. He beamed as her game sank in and his legs sent him sprinting after her. Laughter echoed about the bay. The two ran in looping circles across the beige sand like two children immersed in their game, their guards averted their gaze embarrassedly as they stood, guns ready, on the promenade, surrounded by the murderous metallic spheres. Finally the Master rugby tackled his wife to the ground, after all it was supposed to be his sport, they tumbled back onto the hard sand chucking, rolling about ungracefully until the Time Lord was leaning over her, one leg one each side of her hips, his hands pinning her arms on either side of her head.
"Got you!" He cried darkly, his eyes locked with hers, while she tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving. Bending down he pressed his lips down onto hers, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth and pulling on the tender flesh like he was trying to consume her, after all she was everything good in his life, she even tasted sweet.
"You've always had me," she spoke softly yet huskily against the caress of his lips, she'd never spoken any truer words in her life. As the deep, passionate kissing continued Rose managed to free her hands and in a much practiced move, flipped them over so she now straddled him. He looked up into her face with a knowledgeable smirk; yes she was his wolf all right. Now it was her turn to lean down, she placed a kiss on each eyelid lovingly, and then she stood up and offered her hand to him, helping him up. The two walked off, swinging their hands again like childhood sweethearts, their clothes covered in sand and smelling slightly of salt and seaweed.

The evening came quickly, too quickly when they were enjoying themselves and their time alone so very much. They were walking down the middle of the grubby, cracked pavement, sheltered from the bitter, sea wind by derelict, shabby Victorian town houses that would have once been so very grand and beautiful. On either side of the road stood a long, long line of grimy-faced, malnourished humans, their clothes torn, tattered and hanging loosely from their bony frames. Rose and her Master inspected their faces with cool indifference; even the clear signs of torture and the utter despair that every face held could squeeze the slightest drop of sympathy or guilt from the pair. The Master placed a finger beneath the chin of one man, studying his face with a distant interest,
"Dirty, dingy, dumb...All the d's," he said as he removed his finger and wiped it clean on his coat with a look of disgust, "How interesting," he sighed tiredly, dragging out the words for effect, "And they smell," he muttered to his spouse, wrinkling his nose with revulsion. Before even the Time Lord could comprehend what was happening a young, red-haired man stepped forward, his body shaking with rage...or was it fear? In his bruised, bloodied hands was a small revolver.
"Armed civilian in rank 9!" Came the urgent cry of one of the soldiers, "Everybody protect the targets!"

Two shots whistled through the cold air past the Master, who dropped to the floor with Rose, he shoved her beneath him, covering her body with his and shielding her from anymore fire whilst the guards and soldiers cocked their guns and formed a tight, impenetrable ring around their master's. A shriek rang out down the darkening street. The Master lifted his head expectantly.
"Enemy is down! I repeat enemy is down! Targets are safe! Return to positions men!" Slowly the guards moved away, their guns remaining in their hands ready for anymore trouble that might come from the failed assassination attempt. Hurriedly the Master, still crouching over his love, ran his hands over her face anxiously, before they moved down her body checking her for any injuries. When he was happy that she hadn't been severely wounded he pulled her up and enfolded her in his arms, making sure she was pressed as firmly against his body as humanly possible, her head was beneath his chin as he held her close, her voice was muffled by his coat as she spoke,
"I don't think I've been shot at for nearly 3 years! Brings back memories!" He moved so that he was holding her at arm's length, so he could look over her completely and check her over again, concern overwhelming his mind,
"Are you sure you're all right?" He rushed the words, "No scratches? Bruises? Anything at all?"
"Nah," she said dismissively, worried that he was not making sure he was okay; her eyes probed him as well but found no visible signs of trauma, "You?"
"Fine," he said shortly, the tone of his voice dark and serious. Rose knew that could only mean one thing. She gave an evil smirk, as he took her hand in his, wrapping his smooth fingers about hers and pulling her along gently beside him, he was certainly in a hurry to leave, "We're going home now. Before something else happens." As they walked past one of the uniformed officers, they stopped and the Master leaned towards him, giving a clear but quiet order, "Kill half of them."

Rose and the Master headed towards the car followed by Toclafane and their men as the first sounds of machine gun-fire rang out. People were screaming behind them but the two did not even wince. The begging and shots and cries were simply a part of life by now.

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