DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Doctor Who. Yes, I wish I did. No, I don't earn any money from this. Yes, David Tennant is My Doctor.

ALL PRAISE TO THE MIGHTY BBC! ;)

SUMMARY: Starting at Utopia, things change for The Doctor and The Master. But in a good way, I promise! (This is my first fic, so take it easy on me, please!)

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Dozens of scans and several hours later, Jack pops back in.

"Martha's sleeping. Figured you probably hadn't eaten anything, so I brought you a snack," and hands his friend tea and a banana.

The Doctor laughs at this. "Thanks, Jack."

"So, what did you find?"

A deep breath and sigh, he removes his glasses to glance at The Master.

"Well, that's just it. Nothing TO find." He sips his tea, stops and looks into it. "Oh, that's good, Jack!" and sips deeper. "Surprise 'round every corner today it seems," he smirked over the rim of his cup.

Jack laughs, "Watch it you. And I'll have you know I learned from the best!" Jack goes quiet, remembering his best friend, never lover (though not for lack of trying), and almost sister. "Is she really okay?"

The Doctor looks into his cup and swirls the liquid, remembering as well. "I dunno, Jack. Wish I did." He looks Jack in the eye, almost coldly. "She was almost sucked into the Void that day. Because of Torchwood. Yes, I lost her, but at least she's alive."

"But... how… I mean, What the HELL?" Jack gapes at The Doctor who almost laughes at his shocked goldfish impression.

"Pete, her parallel dad, caught her. Right before she would have gone. Took her away and saved her." He finishes his tea. "He did what I couldn't," and put his cup down, turns back to the readings on screen.

"That was it? Did you even TRY to get her back?" He was getting mad now.

"Yes, Jack, of course I did. I actually spent the better part of a year searching for some way of getting through to her, but the gap was too small. I had to burn up a sun just to get enough energy to say goodbye." He swallows past the large mountain in his throat. "Wasted time and couldn't even tell her.."

Jack put a hand on his shoulder. "She knows. You have to know that."

"SHE told ME though. Said what I couldn't."

A hand grabs his quickly, squeezes hard. The Master. "She knew, old friend. Your Lady Rose."

The Doctor jerks away, full Oncoming Storm on his face. "How do you know her name?"

The Master drops his hand, sighs, and turns back to stare at ceiling. "The Golden Lady sings and stops the drums, Doctor. She quiets the night and bring light in the day. Her songs unravels worlds and brings life." He looks at Jack. "You should know this better than anyone, Captain."

The Doctor and Jack are silent, pale, a little sick and a lot in shock at this. In Gallifreyan, The Master says, "She's never really gone, Theta. She did promise you forever after all."

"How do you know this, Koschei? How do you know all this?" The Doctor whispers.

And so, for the first time in so many lifetimes, The Master explains clearly, truthfully, and with no ulterior motives.

Jack said and grabs the man's other arm to take him to infirmary.