I know it's late, as in, even later than normal. I swear, I've been working on this for ages, I've had to re-write it four times. FOUR! And then it was getting close to christmas, and I decided that it would make a cool christmas present. Forgive me?

Un-BETA'd, coz I don't think that someone should have to work for their christmas present! And a big thanks to Afgncaap8 for giving me the inspiration to carry on with this! (Truth is I had the WORST writer's block! Thanks!)

So this is for all you lovely reader's out there! Wherever you are! Happy christmas everyone!

Martha got slowly to her feet. The UNIT soldiers had long left the helicopter, only Jack had stayed with her, and a lone guard, whose job it was to make sure that they didn't randomly decide to blow something up. Apparently he'd been warned that explosions happened a lot around the Doctor.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Jack growled over his shoulder to the guard.

"No, sir, Captain Magumbo's order's, sir."

"Well, push off and do it somewhere else please! Can't you see I've an upset damsel here?"

"No..." Martha said quietly "I'm OK, Jack."

"You sure?" Jack asked, gently guiding her arm.

There was a pause. "Yeah..." They exited the helicopter and the door closed instantly. Martha straightened up. Her head was erect, shoulders back, fists and jaw clenched. "Right;" she looked at Jack, a determined gleam in her eye. "Let's pull out all the stops!"

"There's the Martha I know and love!" Jack turned to the guard. "What're you waiting for? Take us to your leader!"

The Master stepped forward, the Doctor's limp body dropping to the floor with a thud. He strode to the main computer back at the back of the large room he now stood in. Pressing lots of buttons, he looked up at the wall behind the large computer. A section of it began to slide silently up and out of sight. Turning his back on it, he sauntered over to the half-conscious Doctor.

"Now, now Doctor, it's rude to ignore one's host, is it not?" he tutted, sitting on his ankles to study the other Time Lord.

He quite liked the look of this incarnation. Well, all the Doctor's faces had been alright in their own way, looks wise, but this one was by far the best. The way that his mouth hung ever so slightly open as he tried desperately to breathe with as little pain as possible. The tiny groans of pain that escaped every now and again were like music to the Master's ears. His hair was spiky in some places and smooth in others as the blood clotted and congealed beneath it. His eyes, usually deep and mysterious, hiding the wisdom of all ages past took on a glazed look as he fought waves and waves of agonising torture.

It was a wonderful thing; the art of pain. Bodies and minds could be twisted into such elegant shapes. They say that sacrifices have to be made for the sake of fine art. As long as the sacrifice wasn't his own, the Master was fine with that.

"Come, Doctor, I need to show you your new home!" he said cheerfully, sliding his arms underneath the Doctor's and dragging him over to the computer banks. A section of the wall behind it has slid up at the Master's command, and now the wall held a huge window, landscape, stretching from one side of the room to the other.

And through the glass was a most magnificent view; The Earth, Sol 3, suspended in the vacuum of space, revolving slowly on its axis in the light from the Sun.

"Well, that's how the Doctor sees it." The Master thought to himself. He himself saw the planet as a waste of time, space, rock, gasses and effort. True he'd taken control a while back, but that was just so that he could reach out and take other planets. After a while, the whole Universe would've fallen, just like the Doctor's precious Earth, with the amassed armies of world after world after world, the Master could've been conqueror or all. Then the Doctor had come. And the Master had fallen. The Master had died! But no more.

"No more!" he thought, chuckling.

The Doctor's legs weren't working yet, so the Master was having to half-carry, half-drag him across the floor.

"For a skinny guy, you're really heavy!" the Master complained, before he stopped himself. It seemed he'd picked up some Earth terminology. There was no word "skinny" in the Gallifreyan language. "Rassilon help me!" He puffed out hiss cheeks and heaved whole-heartedly.

The Doctor said nothing, except the odd moan His head had fallen heavily on the Master's chest, and now lolled with the motion of movement.

"Nearly there!" the Master cheered happily, pulling harder. The blood on the Doctor's torso was slick, and the Master's grip slipped suddenly, the Doctor falling to the ground with an involuntary cry of pain. "What've you been eating?" the Master snapped. The both his voice and face softened. We'll have to do something about your gluttony, won't we?"

No answer. The Master knelt down beside the Doctor, rolling him over onto his front, ignoring the pained yells he received for his efforts.

"I think," he began quietly, "we need to establish the golden rules. No, laws! Laws sounds better. The Golden Laws! I like it!" the he caught himself, and carried on more casually. "You follow the Golden Laws, you obey, you get a reward! Get it?"

Silence.

"Good!" he smiled smugly. "Now then, Law 1: I am your Master, and you do as I say."

"..."

"Rule 2:" he grabbed a fistful of the Doctor's hair, jerking his head up to face him. The Doctor hissed in pain, glaring through half-closed eyes. "You listen to your Master and reply as appropriate! Understand?"

The Doctor only glared. Blood was trickling down from beyond his hairline, running down his face, so now one eye was closed.

"Answer!" the Master shouted, banging the other Time Lord's face down again and again on the cold floor. "Answer!"

The Doctor was audibly gasping for breath now, but still he couldn't struggle, breathing as painful enough. When the Master stopped, the Doctor coughed, raising his head as far as he could to look at his old friend.

"Koschei , what's happened to you?" he whispered, softly.

Silence.

"How dare you address your Lord and Master like that?" the Master bellowed, yanking the Doctor's head higher, the other hand flying to his now exposed throat. "My name is not Koschei! My name is the Master!" he squeezed, tightening his grip on the Doctor's throat. "Say my name!" He said it again and again, each time punctuating his words by bringing the Doctor's head down to the floor hard, and squeezing his neck tighter.

"Koschei"

"Say my name!"

"Koschei"

"Say my name!"

"Ko... schei"

"Say. My. Name!"

"Mas...ter"

"Again!"

"M...as...ter..."

"Again!"

"M...ey..opa...pa"

The Master was so startled that he dropped the Doctor flat on his face again, though this time it was entirely unintentional. Meyopapa... His name in the language of the Time Lords. He liked it.

"Say it again..." he whispered when the Doctor had got his breath back.

The Doctor looked confused at the sudden change in treatment, though pleased at the absence of the Master's hands at his throat and hair. "Please Master-"he began.

"Say it again..." the Master said, just as quietly as before.

"... Meyopapa..."

"Again"

"Meyopapa"

"Again"

"Meyopapa" the Doctor repeated it over and over. He lost track of how many times he said it. And he hated himself more very time. A single tear slipping from his eye.

The Master looked at the tear, gently wiping it off with his thumb and staring at it; a tiny clear shining crystal on a canvas of crimson blood.

"Why do you cry, Thete?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"Please," the Doctor couldn't care less about his dignity right now. "please don't make me say it again..."

"Why do you cry?"

"They're all dead. Every single one. We're the only two left. You treat me however you want, and make me say your name in our language, a name that you use to kill innocents, in a language that was destroyed in the biggest war in history, spoken by our people, who prevented the deaths of everything on our planet. They'll all be turning in their graves." Another tear fell. But this time the Master didn't catch it.

"Our people do not turn in their graves, Thete," the Master said quietly, "they burnt, by your hand, not mine. You have no right to speak so regretfully of their deaths when they were your own doing. Even I never slaughtered my entire race! They should call YOU Meyopapa. No, they should call you Pontlottyn."

At this, the Doctor's head snapped up, fire blazing in his eyes. "Malphian'Tach!" he spat, "Nanoi'Envae'Dosh!"

"Oh no, Doctor. For I am your Master! Krva'Styg!" he shouted, almost nose to nose with the Doctor now. The he rose suddenly, walking stiffly over to the window, staring at the sight beyond. He almost envied the humans their planet, pitiful as it was, it was still somewhere they could call home. He had no such luxury. And now the man responsible was powerless against him.

"You're the one who ran..." came a small voce from behind him. He turned to see the Doctor had dragged himself to his feet. He swayed dangerously, but kept his gaze fixed on the Time Lord in front of him. "It's as much your fault as mine."

"Is that so?" he grabbed the Doctor by the shoulders and pulled him over to the window, forcing him to look at the human planet below. "Tell that to them when I destroy their home."

"No!" the Doctor's face, already pale, turned white. He faced the Master. "You wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't I?" the Master laughed. "You don't know me, Theta, you haven't known me for a very long time." He stopped, pretending to look thoughtful. "I know! We get to know each other better, and in return, you won't have to tell the humans that their planet spontaneously bursting into flames was both our faults, deal?" he didn't wait for a reply. "Good, now we've got that out of the way, we can get on with getting to know each other! Aren't you looking forward to it?" he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

The Doctor could only stare at the Earth, sending a silent message to its people. He only realized that the window was getting smaller when he could only see from the Tropic of Cancer down.

"No!" he shouted again, reaching as far as he could to stop the machine. The wall slid back into place with a silent finality. Now the Doctor was alone with the Master.

Meyopapa - Master

Pontlottyn – Despair

Malphian'Tach – I curse you

Nanoi'Envae'Dosh – You are mindless and insane

Krva'Styg – Fear me

(Thanks to Sy-Fi Forums for the gallifreyan translations! :))

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