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 17-The New Time Lord Empire

Music blared from the speakers as the door slid open and the Master waltzed in, dancing along to the tune jollily. He twirled on the ball of his foot and then slid towards his wife, who was dressed in a knee length black dress with a low, rectangular neck and a row of blood-red bows down the left hand side. Taking her hands in his he stretched them out on either side of her body and snogged her firmly, spinning her around as he did so and then moving away, but not before placing a hard kiss on the back of her hand. She watched him intently with a satisfied smile while he jived and boogied about the room, spitting out his freshly made Columbian coffee, ringing a bell from the top of the bridge, shoving the Doctor into a wheelchair and wheeling him around the room ecstatically as he sang along to the Scissor Sisters.

As the song finished the Master sat the Doctor in his chair by the small porthole that looked out over the wasted world.
"It's ready to rise Doctor. A new Time Lord empire. It's good isn't it? Anything? No? Anything?" He gave an amused smile as he realised the cause of the Doctor's silence, two Toclafane flew past the window slowly, "Oh they broke your heart didn't they, those Toclafane, since you worked out what they really are." Leaning in closer and kneeling beside the elderly alien the Master spoke softly to him, being sure as not to let any of the Jones' family hear him. It might get their hopes up. "They say Martha Jones has come back home. Now why would she do that?" He asked, studying the Doctor's face for any sot of pained reaction.
"Leave her alone."
"You said something to her didn't you?" He said accusingly, "The day we took control," he glanced back at his smiling wife, before returning his gaze back to his enemy, "What did you tell her?"
"I have one thing to say to you. You know what that is," the Doctor croaked out through clenched teeth, the look he gave the Master drove him mad; it was full of pity and forgiveness. It made the Master want to hit him. Instead he just managed to keep his temper in check,
"Oh no you don't!" He cried quickly before the Doctor could speak again, turning the wheelchair round and pushing it towards the wall carelessly.

Stepping through the puddle of cold coffee the Master looked around the room disappointedly; his face broke out into a smile as he stood beside Rose and put his arm around her waist,
"Is everything okay?" she asked, noting the saddened look he had previously shown.
"Yeah!" He looked around the silent room again, eyes flicking over the gloomy faces of those present. Had these people forgotten how to smile in the past year? He clapped his hands together and exclaimed, "Oh come on people! What are we doing? Launch day in 24 hours!" Saying those words made him so excited; it was finally hitting home how close he and his beloved were to being the master's of all. He looked down at her beaming face, and tugged her even nearer, wanting to feel her as close to him as possible, "Now darling what do you wanna do?" He purred.

"I think I need a walk, wanna come?" The Master nodded with a huge grin,
"Of course." He offered her his arm sophisticatedly and together they left the room towards the deck.

Once they were gone the Doctor gave Francine a serious, determined look and gave her a curt nod. Francine's lips turned upwards into an almost unnoticeable smirk. The rebellion was about to begin.

SORRY