Hey, guys! As promised, two new chapters have been added recently! I'm very excited! All this writing is doing me wonders. I love to write, so I'm hoping to get another chapter up soon, as well, but no promises. I'm also very busy right now. I hope you like this one. A few VERY IMPORTANT THINGS SHALL BE REVEALED!!!!

To Gallifrey, Together

Previously…Gallifrey

"Martha…why is Gallifrey not supposed to exist?" Rassilon asked, his expression both confused and thoughtful.

Martha sighed, tears still flowing, but more calm than before.

"It was destroyed… in the Time War." She stated sniffing.

"Time War?" Rassilon asked.

Martha nodded.

Gallifrey

"Hmmm…and…how do you know this?" Rassilon asked, a concerned but calm look on his face.

"The Doctor used to talk about it, sometimes. It was a war, a really long time ago, in which all his people were killed. It sounded awful, but I never asked too many questions. It hurt him to talk about it." Martha replied, casting her gaze downward.

"I see. Well, no Time War has happened in this universe, I'm positive. After all, Gallifrey is very alive…and very plagued." Rassilon sighed.

"Why very plagued?" Martha asked, genuinely interested, her eyes finding his again.

"Well…there are people, the one I have told you of already is included in this group, that would wish nothing other than for me to be thrown off the thrown, or worse. These very people wish to rule Gallifrey as some sort of dictatorship. I fear for my people if that should happen, for these are not the ideal people to rule an entire planet. I argue that, yes, I am a sort of absolute monarch, but I do not rule through force. I rule through compromise and I do only what's best for Gallifrey's people. Our new friends, though, I fear, want more than what I can give them. They want authority over Gallifrey. The Daleks don't even belong here. I'm happy to have them as my guests, but not as the rulers of the Time Lord's home planet." Rassilon explained, all the while looking only into Martha's eyes.

"They don't even deserve to be your guests. They're murderers. The Doctor and I, we've fought them a few times, and they are filled with hate! Every time I'm near one, hate justs fills me until there's no room for any other emotion…except one."Martha yelled.

"And what's that?" Rassilon asked.

"Fear." Martha whispered.

"You mustn't fear the Daleks. As long as I'm here, they will not step out of line." Rassilon soothed.

"You don't know them. You haven't seen the side that the Doctor and I have. They kill for no reason but for the sheer happiness of killing. I have never understood them, nor do I wish to! They don't deserve to be here, in the grace of such noble beings. I have great respect for the Time Lords. My best friend happens to be one." Martha argued.

"Martha…" Rassilon began in a gentle tone, "The Daleks are very cruel, I have come to realize myself. But, we have an agreement. Should the disregard their side, it would prove most unfavorable on their part."

"So, you're saying that just because of some agreement, they won't do anything like, oh I don't know, murder thousands of Time Lords?!?!" Martha yelled, confused and wanting Rassilon to see her side of things.

"Martha…I know you don't understand, but-" Rassilon began, but was interrupted by Martha.

"No, I don't! Everything here is wrong, so different from what I've seen. The Daleks would never come to live with the Time Lords in peace, never even if that was the last planet in existence! They'd never follow any agreement, either, for any reason! They are not ruled, they rule themselves!" Martha screamed, infuriated.

Rassilon was silent. He just stared at her unmoving frame, a hint of humor in his eyes. Martha sighed and summoned her courage.

"Is there any way that I can get home?" she hesitantly asked.

Rassilon considered this momentarily, then shook his head.

"No. You must stay." Rassilon answered.

"There are no Tardises?" Martha asked, a bit more angry.

"Of course there are Tardises, but Martha, I fear you must stay here longer."

"Why?" Martha asked, beginning to feel frustrated.

"All will be revealed in time."

Previously…Tardis-Parallel Earth

"What's wrong, Rose?" he asked, confused at her expression, "Didn't your Doctor ever mention it?"

"No," she whispered, "His world was destroyed in a war…I didn't know it's name."

"He didn't tell you?" he asked, bewildered.

"…No," Rose answered quietly, "He never told me much about himself, nothing… personal."

Tears spilled over and fell down her face.

"His loss." The parallel Doctor smiled, placing his hand on her cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

She smiled at him, her tears ceasing for a moment. He brought his hand back to rest at his side.

"So…why are they bringing you back there?" Rose asked.

"I…don't know." He admitted honestly.

Tardis-Parallel Earth

"Well…how long until we're there?" Rose asked, coming to stand very close to him, frightened.

"Judging by the speed that the Tardis is being practically dragged through space…no longer than ten minutes. Rose, prepare yourself to see my home planet." He sighed, again placing his hand on her cheek as she began to cry from being overwhelmed.

"What if…How come…Why…" Rose sobbed, unable to pose a question.

The parallel Doctor wrapped his arms around her, and Rose didn't object. She rather liked it. She buried her face into his neck, smelling the rich smell that was the Tardis…and faintly…bananas. She giggled silently at the irony.

"Rose, I…I want you to know that, whatever happens…I won't let anyone hurt you. I know that my people will not, but there are others there, others that don't obey our rules. They could, but I will never let them lay a hand on you. I promise." The Doctor whispered forcefully, then softly added, "You know, we've bonded so well. It's like we've known each other for centuries, but I only met you this morning."

Rose sobbed and hugged him tighter, "Yeah, same for me, too. Me and my Doctor, we only held hands on the first day…no…nothing more."

"I'm sure that he loved you, Rose. Who couldn't?" he quietly told her.

"I sometimes thought he did, but it was so hard to tell. Every time something happened between us, his face would become this unemotional mask, one I knew he'd trained well. Sometimes I could get through it, sometimes I couldn't." Rose explained, a tear sliding slowly down her face to dampen the parallel Doctor's suit.

"Rose, if we get out of this, which I'm sure we will, do you still want to travel with me?" he asked hesitantly, his voice begging for the answer he wanted to hear.

"Of course I still want to, Doctor." She laughed, seeing his question as silly.

They were silent, simply hugging each other when the Tardis stopped moving. It didn't act like it had landed, it had only…stopped. The parallel Doctor let go of Rose and looked towards the doors, then at Rose. Rose was staring at the doors, a bizarre expression on her face. Her face was filled with fear and uncertainty, but also wonder and amazement. She shivered, and the parallel Doctor took her hand. They walked towards the doors together, hand in hand.

The Doctor pushed open the door, keeping Rose behind him, protected from anything unexpected. The room literally opened up in Rose's eyes. It was bright, golden, and beautiful. Never had she seen a more amazingly beautiful room. It stole her breath away. The Doctor led her outwards, away from the Tardis and she couldn't help but glance back at their safe haven. She knew that the Time Lords were peaceful, because of the two she'd met, but she was still in fear of the unknown.

Rose peeled her gaze form the Tardis and directed it ahead. There was, a good twenty feet before them, a large throne chair with a man sitting upon it, adorned with very exquisite robes of the most amazing colors. Then, before him, there was a woman, a black woman that looked to be her age or a few years older. Her eyes were trained solely on the parallel Doctor, showing fear and disbelief.

"No…" Rose saw form on her mouth, though she wasn't close enough to hear her whisper.

When they finally reached the woman, she had backed away to where she was just off the side of the throne, but careful to not get too close to the man sitting upon it. Rose stole a glance up at the parallel Doctor, and saw that he was looking at the man upon the throne with admiration. She saw his head dip in respect, and then he looked at her, motioning for her to do the same. She complied, looking at the man on the throne for the first time. He was a bit taller than the parallel Doctor, and he was bigger, but he held a certain air about him, something that caused her to feel respect towards him. The man beside her took this time to speak.

"Lord Rassilon, a great pleasure it is to see you again." He greeted, smiling.

"And you, my boy…" Rassilon answered, then turned his gaze to Rose. "Hello, Rose."

"Umm…" Rose uttered, bewildered that he had known her name, "Hello."

The parallel Doctor squeezed her hand gently.

"Rassilon, I was wondering as to what nature I was called back home." He inquired.

"Ah, that. Well, it seems we have had not one, but two humans grace us with their presence today. This is Martha." Rassilon answered, pointing to Martha.

Martha was still staring at the parallel Doctor, and now he returned her gaze. He was shocked to see her staring so intently at him, and asked, "Is there a problem, Martha?"

"A problem? A PROBLEM?!?!" She yelled, stalking towards him, "No, no problem at all, except for the fact that you're the Master!"

"What?!?! Please don't insult me." The parallel Doctor replied, disbelievingly, "I assure you that I am not."

"But…you are, I mean you look like him. Sir…" she argued, turning to Rassilon, "…This is the Master. You said that the other man was the Master, the one who I thought was the Doctor. How can…which is which?!?!?"

"This is the Doctor, Martha. The man we talked of before was the Master." Rassilon calmly answered.

Martha remained silent, too confused and tired to ask any more questions to him, and then turned to Rose.

"You said your name was Rose, right? Rose what?" she asked, not knowing whether she wanted her to answer or not.

"Rose Tyler…" Rose answered quietly.

Martha gasped.

Rose looked taken aback, "Is there a problem with my name?"

"Oh…no, no…it's just that the man I used to travel with, he…mentioned you a lot." Martha sighed.

"Who was he?"the blonde girl asked, hope rising in her stomach.

"The Doctor, only definitely not the one you're standing by." Martha laughed, feeling lost in this strange world.

"Oh, Martha, I think I can help you to understand what's going on. You see, this is a parallel universe, the one I was sent against my will to when the Doctor and I were separated. This is the 'parallel' Doctor. I don't know who this 'Master' you're talking about is, but he must be the parallel Master, too." Rose explained, hoping it would bring contentment or at least understanding to the poor girl's face.

Martha let this sink in for a moment, then nodded. Her head was spinning, but she understood now, or at least she thought. Another question haunted her now.

"How am I going to get back to the Doctor?" she whispered, afraid of the answer.

"Well, the fact that you're even here proves that the rift is open again, so he's probably already looking for you." Rose smiled.

"I think that he thought that he'd dropped me off on Earth. I was leaving, because…well, I was leaving, and he left me here. I don't think he noticed…Oh no! What if he never comes back?!?!" Martha hysterically asked.

"Martha, don't worry, we'll take you back to your home, in your universe." The parallel Doctor offered, smiling.

Martha smiled and nodded, "Thank you."

Another sound entered the room, and for a moment, Martha thought it was another Dalek, but she soon recognized the grating of the Tardis materializing, just like the parallel Doctors' moments before. There it was, another, just like the one beside it, only Martha knew then that it was her Doctor. She ran towards it, eager to see her Doctor again.

Previously…Tardis

"Arrival in twenty-two minues and fourty-three seconds." He stated.

As I said, we are close. You don't have to go onto Gallifrey if this wouldn't please you, Theta.

He straightened, "I might poke my head out and say hello."

The Tardis hummed in acceptance.

Tardis

The Doctor once again sat in his Captain's chair, oblivious to everything except that timer on his screen. The numbers seemed to drag by, not caring about his eagerness to be in the parallel word again, not caring about his need to see Rose again, not caring about his sadness. He could feel the Tardis inside his mind, easing it of its uncertainty and fear. He welcomed it openly, wanting to not feel those things towards his home. He wondered if it would be the same as before the war. He wondered if Rassilon would be leader. 'Of course Rassilon will be the leader!' he corrected his thoughts.

He rose from the Captain's chair when there was only three minutes left. He stared at the door, preparing himself for what would soon be on the other side.

Theta, you will not be sorry that you have gone.

"I hope not, Tardis." He whispered, trembling.

The Tardis hummed happily, though the Doctor could hear a little uncertainty there, too. He would be alone once he left her doors.

The Tardis stopped, no crash landing, no bumps, she just…stopped. The Doctor exhaled and inhaled slowly, then walked towards the doors.

He opened them, slowly, listening for any sort of sound to cause him to change his mind about going out. He heard footsteps drawing nearer, and a voice.

"Doctor!" a woman yelled.

He recognized it immediately as Martha. He pushed open the door completely and there she was, running towards him. He smiled, even though she wasn't supposed to be there, and welcomed her into his arms. He laughed, happy to see her again. She let him go after a moment.

"Oh, I could kiss you! Why did you drop me off on Gallifrey?!" She demanded, her voice accusing but calm.

"Martha, I assure you, I had no intention of doing so.

Across the room, Rose was standing, jaw dropped, the parallel Doctor still beside her. He squeezed her hand gently and whispered the question he knew the answer of.

"Is that him?"

"Yeah." She whispered, nodding, tears coming to her eyes.

"Well, it's alright. No matter how much trouble you've caused for me, I forgive you completely…IF you'll take me home as soon as you're done here." Martha told him, knowing he would.

"Of course, Martha. I'm so sorry for that, truly I am." He apologized, extremely sorry for having left her here.

He hadn't intended to do that, unattended or not.

"It's fine." She sighed. "Oh, I met the parallel you, Doctor."

"Really?" The Doctor asked, smiling.

Martha pointed towards the parallel Doctor, who was looking into Rose's eyes.

The Doctor had no words for what he was seeing. Him? The parallel version of himself? The Master? There must be some mistake!

"But…he's…" he began.

"I know. But, yeah, he's the parallel you." Martha explained, then added in a quieter tone, "He's got a pretty companion doesn't he?"

The Doctor had barely registered that there had been someone standing beside the man that Martha had said was the parallel version of himself. He looked and was about to answer Martha's question, when he did a double take. He knew exactly who she was, but could she be the parallel version of the woman he loved?

"Yes, very pretty…beautiful." The Doctor answered, instantly walking forward when Martha began to.

His eyes only left Rose for a glance at a man on a throne just beyond the parallel version of himself and Rose, parallel or not. Most definitely Rassilon. He smiled, then turned his gaze back to Rose.

She had turned from staring into his parallel self's eyes and was now staring at him, tears in her eyes.

"Well, Doctor, you gonna tell me how you came to travel with my Rose Tyler?" he asked playfully, not taking his eyes off of Rose's.

Rose smiled.

"Is it you? 'Cause I don't want some parallel substitute. I want my Rose back." The Doctor added in softer, less playful tones.

She sniffed. "Yeah, it's me, Doctor."

He smiled her favorite smile, then ran towards her. He lifted her up into the biggest hug she'd ever received. She cried and buried her face into his neck while he just relished in the feeling of her against him again. A wonderful feeling, he decided.

"I thought I'd lost you." He whispered into her hair.

Rose didn't answer, only hugged him tighter, if that was possible.

Martha and the parallel Doctor allowed the two a few moments, while Rassilon stood.

The Doctor sensed a tension in the room and gently and regretfully dropped Rose to the ground again, keeping her hand, just wanting to be touching her.

Rose held tightly to his hand as though it was her only lifeline. She didn't glance at the parallel Doctor, for he was far from her mind.

The Doctor, seeing Rassilon's strained gaze, turned to its object, and sure enough, there on the other side of the room, stood a large Dalek.

"The emperor." The Doctor whispered, backing away and putting Rose behind him.

"Rassilon, I was hoping these abominations were gone! How are they still here?" the parallel Doctor asked, and Rose heard, much to her dismay, a hint of sadness that the Dalek's hadn't caused.

"They are under strict agreements. No violence. Peace, always. Compromise. What is the meaning of this? You are forbidden to enter the Great Hall unless invited." Rassion turned to the Dalek Emperor.

"I had to see this for myself. I did not want to believe that Lord Rassilon, ruler of the Time Lords, would allow such a traitor into his midst, but I see now that it is so." The metallic voice of the emperor answered.

"And who would this traitor be?" Rassilon asked, his calmness faltering.

"The Doctor." It answered.

"Which one?" The Doctor asked testily.

"Both." The emperor answered.

"The Doctor is welcome anytime. He is a friend of mine, both are, and you will welcome them as well." Rassilon countered.

"The emperor of the Daleks is no friend of the Doctor." It replied, its voice growing louder in frustration.

"Then, you will leave. Return to your grounds that were agreed upon, or your race will leave." Rassilon stated.

Rassilon's face alone would have convinced anyone to leave. Though mostly friendly, he could be very persuasive, just through his face alone.

"No." a voice sounded.

A man stepped out from behind the Dalek Emperor. It was the parallel Master, who looked like the Doctor.

The Doctor confusedly looked to Martha. She had known so much before.

"Parallel Master." She whispered, sadness in her voice.

"You will not tell the emperor of the Daleks to leave your presence. He is superior to you!" the parallel Master shouted.

"Contain yourself, Master, or I shall have you removed, as well." Rassilon warned.

"No, it's about time someone else took the throne, someone who knows what's best for Gallifrey. Someone like me!" The parallel Master yelled.

There was silence. The Doctor looked up at Rassilon, his eyes knowing what was already coming. Rassilon was such a gentle being, but the wrath of a Time God was enough to wipe out the entire universe. The Doctor knew that Rassilon was never a Time Lord. He had created them, he was a Time God.

"Perhaps I shall step down. I am feeling old in my years, but- You shall NEVER sit on this throne, Master, as long as you shall live." Rassilon forcefully stated.

"Do it!" the parallel Master screamed.

The Dalek Emperor yelled, "Exterminate!" and a bright light shot from its small weapon attached to its body. One of the five bodies crumpled onto the floor. The Doctor noticed then that his hand was empty.

Duh Duh DUH!!! Lol. Sorry about the cliffie. Could OR could not be Rose. I haven't made up my mind, yet. Whatcha think? Good? Bad? Let me know! PLEASE REVIEW!