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A/N: I promised 20.4., and here it is, next chapter :D

There were really many reviews for the last one, and even more people put it on their favorite lists or alert. You're just amazing, you know that, don't you? (I got this strange German review, hm, does anyone want to know what she/he wanted to say? XD)

I don't know when I'll update next time, because university has hit me with full force and I have many homework to do. Especially Translation is taxing; it's really easy to do your own stuff, but those strange German constructions I wouldn't use in ages …

Well, anyway, have fun! And please don't kill me XD

Again betaed by the famous oddood. She is the quickest beta in the world!

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Chapter Seven – Treason

"Hello, Master."

The Doctor looked up, and there… there stood Koschei, still in the simple Prydonian robe. His voice was quiet and detached. He held his hands behind his back, as if he wanted to sing, like in school, and his gaze rested on the Master.

The latter was equally shocked as the Doctor to see the boy. "How did you get here? I thought I had–"

"Imprisoned me?" Koschei interrupted his older self. "Did you really think you could control me that easily?" A small smile appeared on Koschei's lips.

"And then what is that?" The Master pointed at the wall of fire behind him.

"Oh, as if this would stop me."

The smile became a grin as Koschei raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The fire in the back of the Time Lords whooshed loudly, so the Doctor and the Master alike turned, only to see that the burning wall collapsed all together and vanished in the blink of an eye. Koschei didn't wait for any reply of the two Time Lords, but continued to talk in this gravely voice.

"Well, I have to admit that you had the upper hand as long as your attention lay on me, and only me. That's why I needed him," his hand pointed roughly at the Doctor, "to distract you. From this point on, that wall was just an image; and I could walk trough it as easily as a door." The grin widened, but simultaneously a dark shadow flickered over Koschei's face, and the Doctor winced. He knew by now what really stood in front of them, whom he had helped unwittingly to take power over the Master; he nearly felt it physically – and it frightened him.

"And now I'm here!" Koschei laughed for a moment but kept an eye on the Master, who in return stared at him furiously.

"And I can send you back any time!" The Master said with gritted teeth. He had clenched his hands to fists, nails cutting in flesh, and now raised a blood-smeared hand, willing to crush Koschei with lightning – but nothing happened.

Koschei's laughter echoed wide over the endless Gallifreyan mountains and valleys.

"Master". He spat the name as if it was poisonous. "You lost!"

The boy slowly approached the other Time Lord, who drew back, one step, and another one; he nearly fell over the still kneeling Doctor on the ground, but a sign of Koschei's hand prevented him from doing so and made the Master kneel in front of the boy. He struggled visibly, but the boy forced him to do so with only one hand, still smiling. This was fun.

"Now I have the control, Master." Koschei leaned forward so his face was merely an inch away from the Master's. "I give the orders, and you will obey!"

"Never!" the Master said grimly, still fighting the invisible bonds.

"Oh, Master, Master…" Koschei shook his head with feigned indignation and stood up. "Did you forget that you're nothing without me? Who had the idea with the Toclafane? Who had the ingenious idea to make the Tardis into a paradox machine?" Again this stone-cold laughter. "Me! And you were always just the one who had the control over this stupid body because you were there first!"

The Master tried to say something, but Koschei put forth his hand and touched him, just slightly on the shoulder, and the Master flinched as if he had been hit.

Koschei smiled and caressed, nearly lovingly, the Master's cheek. "You forgot them, didn't you?" The Master trembled and whimpered quietly. "The drums, never ending. The drums which drove you into madness … and created me!"

Koschei turned away again and cut the connection to the Master; the latter fell forward on his hands and gasped desperately for air, relieved to hear not only the drums and Koschei's voice, so soft and yet sharp like a thousand knives.

"And what now?" Koschei asked the sky and Gallifrey's wideness and not the two Time Lords whom he showed his back anyway. "Ah, I know!" He turned around with a grin on his face which wasn't unlike the Master's. "First I let you," he pointed at the older version of himself, "try your own medicine!" He laughed and shaped a circle with his hands in the direction of the Master.

Surprised, the Time Lord saw how tendrils shot from the ground around him and expected that he would be bound like the Doctor, which seemed mere minutes ago, but instead they formed bars, a roof, became solid metal.

A cage.

He noticed that Koschei refrained from letting him kneel in the cage, so he stood up and shook the bars without effect. He looked around; his prison was alarmingly small, two steps to the side or forward and again metal – but what really frightened him was the sight of the Doctor outside the cage, still on the ground and without his voice. The Master had concentrated on Koschei the whole time, paying no attention to the other Time Lord in his mind, and had forgotten that this situation was similarly dangerous for him.

Master, help me, his eyes seemed to plead. Help me, please.

In this moment something let the cage shudder and the metal prison moved away from the Doctor and Koschei, but not really that far. Now the Master had something like a seat in the first row, near enough to hear everything but not close enough to do anything – and so nothing of the things Koschei would do to the Doctor would hit him likewise.

"Yeah, that's better." Koschei clapped in his hands with satisfaction, as if the moving of such a heavy object was exhausting in this world, and approached the tied up Time Lord. "Now to you, my dear Doctor." He stopped and crouched down to look into the Doctor's eyes, too. The latter tried to avoid the gaze by turning his head to the side, but one of the tendrils wound itself a bit tighter around his neck and forced him to look at Koschei.

And just then the Doctor saw that the eyes of the boy were black, black as the most starless night, and yet there was a fire in them like red, glowing coals, fateful and … evil.

"Far too often you destroyed my plans and got in my way. Even now you are trying to keep up a silly blockage to prevent me from taking the final control over the Master." Koschei smiled and stroked over the Doctor's cheek so he could hear the drums too, so clearly. How the Master could bear this, so powerful, so loud that he even couldn't hear his own thoughts, he didn't know.

However, it was only a short contact, but Koschei visibly enjoyed his suffering.

"Oh, Doctor." Koschei tilted his head to one side, still smiling. "This was just the beginning of the things waiting for you. I could look into your head just like the Master, and I think I know how to … torture you the best."

Koschei stood up and put his hands on his hips. "Well, up with you, we don't want you to meet you friends that miserable, do we?"

On a sign of Koschei the Doctor was pulled up by the tendrils with a jerk; now he hung like a marionette on his arms, the tips of his toes almost touching the ground so the pain in his shoulders was just bearable. He gritted his teeth and shortly closed his eyes so as not to whimper pitiful; he didn't want to show Koschei – and the Master – any weakness.

As he opened his eyes again, he saw Reinette in front of him – how she put a rope over an invisible beam and hung herself.

Of course. Koschei used his friends and his feelings for them. Dead eyes looked right into the soul and cut deep wounds on their way.

In the next minutes he saw Sarah Jane, Martha and Mickey committing suicide in various ways. Only once he was flinching as his face was sprayed with blood when Martha shot herself in her head, but he stayed surprisingly calm. Those were just images and not real, he told himself again and again, those people were happy and had no reason to kill themselves. He might be the reason for their changed life, but this life was good and worth fighting for as well.

Then appeared other figures, and the Doctor swallowed. Susan died through a Dalek. He couldn't say for sure that her death had been another – maybe she had been shot down in a battle Tardis or died when he had pushed the button – but seeing her empty eyes, to see his granddaughter die, that was too much.

He didn't try to keep back the tears as other Time Lords appeared, his family, many he had once called friends, and all burned, burned right in front of him, silently crying because nothing could stop the destruction of Gallifrey.

One time he tried to turn his face away, to shut his eyes, but Koschei didn't allow him missing the death of Romana. She was judged by other Time Lords after she turned against them – they said she was corrupted, like the Doctor, to be not for Rassilon's plans.

But he knew that this was just the start, because one person was still missing.

Rose.

*+DW+*

Yep. Another cliffhanger. But it's the last one! Sadly, there are only two chapters left to this story, the "grand final" and an epilogue.

Anyway, I have to warn you: This chapter scratched at the limit of the T-rating. The next chapter will definitely be M, but no, there won't be any "adult" themes, just a bit more violence. And yeah, I finally showed you my passion for DoctorWhump XD

So, if you want me to translate a bit faster and leave my homework in the corner, write a review :D