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 20-The Plot Unfolds

Just as he promised a few hours later Rose found herself stood on the platform above the bridge floor with her husband, the Doctor was stood in his cage and the Jones's were also stood on the right side of the room, looking expectantly at the door, even Jack had been allowed to watch the final moments of Martha and the universe as they knew it.

Martha Jones was led in and the leading couple turned round to glare at her. Holding out his hand the Master ordered,
"Your teleport device in case you'd thought I forgotten," the device was handed over, "Now kneel." Martha knelt.
"Down below the fleet are ready to launch, two hundred thousand ships set to burn across the universe," Rose said her eyes shining excitedly as the Master spoke down the radio to one of the many men overseeing the launching of the rockets.
"Are we ready?"
"3 minutes," was the short reply from the man. The Master smiled,
"Align the black hole converters," he said to himself as he pressed a small button on his black wrist-strap, "Begin counting down," he winked roguishly at his partner, "I never could resist a ticking clock." His spouse gave him an adoring smile, reaching up and squeezing his shoulder supportively. The two embraced as they turned to gaze out of the large, observation window at the front of the ship. "Are you ready children?" The Master cried, their reply was simply,
"We will fly and blaze and slice. We will fly and blaze and slice."
"And to mark the day the child Martha Jones will die," Francine looked like she was going to scream and cry, Tish held her back firmly, it wouldn't do any good after all, "My first blood," the Time Lord said, the anticipation in his voice was measurable.
"Any last words?" Rose asked, no tone of regret or sympathy could be heard in her voice, only malice and teasing.
"NO?" The Master answered for her, he turned to the Doctor slowly, "What a disappointment Doctor. In the days of old you had companions who could absorb the Time Vortex," Rose looked down at her feet sheepishly as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tugged her into his side protectively and proudly, "But now she's mine and yours is useless."

Suddenly Martha found herself faced with the tip of the Master's deadly screwdriver. This could be it; she thought to herself, if even the slightest part of the plan goes wrong then she knew she would die. "Bow your head," he ordered her as if she was one of his slaves, yet she did as she was told obediently, "So it falls to me as Master of all to establish the new order of the Time Lords. From this day forward..."

And Martha sniggered. With a frown the Master stared at her, oh if looks could kill, his aloft hand dropped, "What? What's so funny?" He asked patiently as Martha continued to laugh.
"The gun."
Rose spoke this time, "What about it?"
"The gun in 4 parts," Martha repeated turning to the blonde with an amused smile.
"Yes and I destroyed it."
"The gun in 4 parts scattered across the world. I mean, come on, did you two really fall for that?"
"What do you mean?" With his large, saucer eyes and freaky, bony hands pointing accusingly at the Master, the Doctor spun round to face the couple, who looked shell-shocked to say the least,
"As if I would ask her to kill," he said firmly, almost not believing that his plan had succeeded when so many things could have gone wrong.
"Oh it doesn't matter!" Rose exclaimed, clearly frustrated with all this waiting, and she snatched the device from her husbands hand. He did not protest, if anything his smile broadened and he looked at her with a smug expression, "We have her exactly where we want her!"
"But we knew what Professor Docherty would do. The resistance knew about her son," Martha argued, her smile lighting up her face, "I told her about the gun to get me here, at the right time."
Rose gripped the long metal tube so tightly in her hands her knuckles turned white, "But you're still gonna die!" She laughed.
"Do you know what I was doing travelling the world?"With an exasperated sigh the Master rolled his eyes and leaned against the railing. Shrugging his shoulders the Time Lord stepped down onto the step in front of his wife, who was still aiming the laser at Martha's chest.
"Tell us."
"I told a story, that's all. No weapons, just words. I did what the Doctor said, I travelled the continents alone and everywhere I went I found people and I told them a story. I told them about the Doctor and I told them to pass it on, to spread the word so everyone would know about the Doctor," her voice was emotional and powerful, but the Master just scoffed at the stupidness of the plan,
"Faith and hope? Is that all?"
"I followed my instruction just as the Doctor said. If everyone thinks one word at a special time..."
"NOTHING WILL HAPPEN!" The Master cried, he chuckled, to think he had been getting worried, "Is that your weapon? Prayer?"
Martha continued none-the-less, "Across the world, one word, one thought at one moment, but with 15 satellites." Suddenly the ruling couple got it. They looked at each other, concern etched in the lines of their faces,
"What!?" They called in unison.

Jack smirked as he too realised the complete brilliance of the plan, "The archangel network."

"The telepathic field binding the human race together, every person one Earth, thinking the same thing at the same time and that word is DOCTOR!" She finished, sucking in a deep breath of air, god that felt good. Suddenly every television and computer screen onboard the ship burst into life, as if by magic. Faces, hundreds of faces, appeared their mouths moving together saying that single, but powerful word. Even the phone line echoed with the sound of Doctor.

Looking over to the Doctor, everyone on deck saw the little impish creature was glowing with a glittering, eerie, blue light; around him the bars of the cage disintegrated. The Master placed himself chivalrously before Rose and began to back them both away slowly, his eyes never leaving the ghostly figure of the rejuvenating Doctor.
"No, no, no, no you don't!"Rose peeked a glimpse of the goings on over her husband's shoulder, this just could not be happening.
"Stop this right now!" She cried desperately, "Stop it!"
"I've had a whole year to tune myself into the physic network and integrate with its matrices," he explained as if it was simply a walk in the park.
"I ordered you to stop!" But nothing stopped the shining Time Lord gliding up towards the pair as they backed carefully down the steps, hoping to find an escape somewhere.
"One thing you can't do is stop them thinking. Tell me the human race is degenerate now when they can do this!" The Master cursed, he hated being proved wrong, it was nearly as bad as watching his plan turn to dust and ash about his ears.
"NO!" Rose screamed, she looked as if she was about to cry. The Doctor apologised whole heartedly,
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."Suddenly Rose seemed to get a grip on her emotions again, she aimed the laser which she was still clutching in her sweaty palms at the family stood a few meters away,
"Then I'll kill them!" But she quickly found her hand empty as the contraption was pulled by sheer will power from her hand, the screwdriver rolling unhelpfully to the floor, only stopping when it hit a discarded gun which had been left by a fleeing guard when the Doctor had escaped from his cage.

Around the room everyone but the Master and Rose were muttering Doctor; it was like a catchy, little mantra but it spelled certain doom for their scheme.
"You can't do this! You can't...It's not fair!" The other Time Lord argued lamely.
"You know what happens now."
"No, no, no, no!
"You wouldn't listen," The Doctor continued oblivious to the pair's pleas for mercy. They cowered down against the wall, the Master covering Rose's body protectively with his, tucking her away safely beneath his slightly larger frame. The Doctor frowned slightly; it was a strange action for a man usually unconcerned for anyone's safety but his own.
He only just made out a mousey, murmur from Rose Saxon, "No."
"Because you know what I'm going to say."
"No," breathed the Master, shaking his head disbelievingly, he would have covered his ears if it hadn't meant letting go of the necessary, shielding hold he had on his spouse. Without a single noise the Doctor's converse's touched the wooden floor, he looked down on the shaking pair with pity in his eyes as he leaned down and enfolded them both in his arms,
"I forgive you."

But the Master didn't care; all he could think about was the Toclafane,
"Our children!" He cried, the plan had to go ahead, it just had to. The Doctor span round to face the Captain and in a hurried voice called to Jack,
"Captain, the paradox machine!"
"You men with me! You stay here!" The scarred and dirty man cried to some of the guards that had not ran away in terror.

As Jack left the Master jumped up, fiddling with his wrist-strap, the Doctor immediately knew what he was doing and tried to tackle him and rip the strap away from him. But with a flash of light the two vanished from the room instead, Roses cry of her lovers name ringing in their ears.

The two found themselves stood on the top of a grassy cliff; uneven, uncovered rocks poked from the grey-green plants. The Master was already standing as the Doctor shakily got to his feet, the evil Time Lord held up his arms emphasising the many hundreds of rockets that decorated the wasted countryside below.
"Now it ends Doctor. Now it ends!"
The Doctor shook his head firmly, not believing what his old friend was thinking, "We've got control of the Valiant. You can't launch!" With a cruel smile the Master stared his enemy down,
"But I've got this," he pointed to his wrist-strap, "Black hole converter aboard every ship. If I can't have this world Doctor then neither can you. We'll stand upon Earth together as it burns!"
But the Doctor was unconvinced, he knew the Master too well, that was why the plan had worked so well.
"Weapon after weapon after weapon. All you do is talk and talk and talk. Over all the years and all the adventures, I've always had the greatest secret of them all," he pause, looking serious, "I know you. If you explode those ships you'll kill yourself and that's the one thing you could never do. Anyway what about Rose, could you really kill her as well?" He stretched out his hand, "Give it to me!"The Master stared at him hard, his dark, cruel eyes boring deep down into his head; the look was one of disdain and hatred. Then with a defeated sigh, which shocked the Doctor more than anything, the other Time Lord handed the strap over into his waiting hand.

Then as soon as he had let go the young man rugby tackled the Doctor, all those games he had had with Rose came into practice, and the two scrambled about on the ground fighting for control of the all powerful strap.

With some luck and some purpose the teleport button was pressed again and once more the two appeared back on the bridge of the Valiant with a bump and flash of light.

Soooooooo...the penultimate chapter is up. Only one more to go! And I think it's the best chapter I've ever written. Tell me what you think? You like? You don't like? Let me know, all reviews are appreciated.

I'm gonna shut up know because you guys know all this already. BYE BYE my lovelies!