[A/N: Well, we made it. This is the final chapter in this story. Eleven seemed to be the perfect number of chapters to leave this story on. I hope you've all gotten just as much enjoyment from reading this as I did writing it. Hopefully the ending is to your satisfaction. Please let me know what you thought about the plot, characters or anything else I need to work on or add into future fics. Cheers.]

Hot breeze ruffled the slender blades of red grass and the thick hair atop the heads of two exhausted children. Above them the sky burned orange and the as the sun rose they watched as the visible tips of the silver leafed trees appeared to be on fire. However, this sight was known so well to them as a familiar trick of the light. Surrounding mountains glowed when the second sun rose to meet its twin.
How long had they been resting here? The exhaustion both children felt was overwhelming. Could they really have been running forever? Yet neither of them knew quite for sure just how long forever was. There was a lot that they did not know, but plenty of time to question these things later. Time was theirs.
Now they lay, breathing ragged, small sweaty palm in small sweaty palm. Neither boy spoke aloud. Everything that needed to be said was in the air between them, the feeling of their touch and their very energy. Fatigued as their physical forms were, their consciousness remained sparked and while their hands were linked, it was made possible for their minds to be also. Mere physical touch allowed one another to call ever so gently, so that each other's message would resonate and settle at their back of their outreaching minds.

Koschei.

Thete.

"Can you feel a draft?" Amy's thick Scottish accent bounced off the walls of the console room. She was sitting on the very edge of the TADRIS' yellow seat. A subtle, but futile attempt to relax, proving herself far too strung out.
Sitting, on the glass floor, slouched with his legs bent out in front of him and chin resting on his chest, Rory was still. Amy had considered sitting with him, but decided against it. Rory often enough did this. Spatially, he was there, but inside Amy knew her husband was elsewhere. Reliving memories, which weren't quite his. Every now and then, during their marriage, she would catch him off guard and she knew he was remembering the two thousand years in which he waited as The Last Centurion. Most of the time she would let him be when he got like this.
Amy had felt something though. All this waiting in one dimly lit room and nothing had happened, not even to show that any time had passed. Now though, something in the air had definitely altered. Something had changed in Rory too. Like a cog clicking into place, Rory seemed to pop back into the present.
The door in Rory's mind closed shut and Rory found he had forgotten whatever was even behind it, for now. Feeling the hair on the back of his neck prickle, he registered that Amy had asked him a question, but already sensed what it was his wife had wanted to ask him about. He turned to inspect where the disturbance had come from and found he was gazing upon the two floored Time Lords.

The Doctor was stirring and trying to sit up. Amy legged her way over to him and placed one hand firmly on her raggedy Doctor's shoulder, pushing him down, knowing full well what happened last time The Doctor moved too quickly. Changing tactics, The Doctor simply turned to take in the sight of The Master, eyes half open in satisfactory expression and squeezed The Master's hand tightly.
"Something's happening", said Rory, who Amy only just noticed was now crouching beside her. He was pointing at The Master.
The Master's skin had indeed begun looking a different colour. While still a faint blue, there was an underlying colour, glowing in his very veins. The glowing energy of hope wisped off the body like clouds of colourful smoke that only grew stronger and brighter until it had consumed The Master's entire being.
Three faces lit up immensely. However, they averted their gaze as the body suddenly burst into what looked like flames, from underneath the blankets and shredded clothing. In a second The Master stood upright, with arms raised up, feet apart and head flung back. Bursting streams of light came from his body so fast, he might have been exploding. The light bathed the entire console room. The energy of The Master's regeneration was literally rocking the very TARDIS itself.

The last thing The Doctor registered, before being swallowed by unconsciousness was his beloved Koschei hitting the floor quite abruptly.

Rory was desperately slapping The Doctor trying to bring him back around. Meanwhile, Amy was gaping at the new man who now lay on the floor. The new Master was a few inches taller, with a mop of dark curls, pale complexion, angular features and prominent cheek bones. The Master snapped open two beady, bright blue eyes and swiftly pushed himself up.

"Oh-", began The Master, before swallowing and clasping a hand to his throat. "Oh. Listen to me. That voice! It sounds like a jaguar, hiding in a cello, superb. Ah yes, but look where I am, The Doctor's TARDIS. Can't say I've been here in a while. Not sure about what he's done with the place.." The Master was strutting about the console room now, brushing a hand along certain railings and controls and then stopping to let out a long rattling breath, thus releasing an excess wisp of glowing smoke, which floated around the console, before evaporating.

Amy was reminded of when she was a little girl and that mad man with a box showed up in her garden, all wobbly on his feet, yet full of energy and funny jokes. She found this new incarnation of her Raggedy Doctor's friend to be all of the above and oddly charismatic.

Rory recalled when his and Amy's friend Melz had regenerated into the person he knew to be River Song, his daughter. Watching someone change every single cell of their body right before his very eyes was just something he assumed he would not ever get used to.

The Master glanced at The Companions with a dull expression, before looking down at himself with a frown, seemingly unimpressed at what must have been his own attire, as it certainly could not have been his strong physique.

Rory had enough of this guy already. Pointing a shaky finger at the tall, half naked Time Lord, Rory spoke. "Uh, Master, or whatever you're called. You are The Doctor's friend are you not? Look at him. Can't you see he's not well? Help us, won't you."
The Master seemed to properly register The Doctor's presence for the first time.
"Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh", cooed The Master, crouching down and a placing large hand around either side of The Doctor's torso, rubbing The Doctor, before placing the back of a hand on The Doctor's forehead. "Doctor", said The Master. A grave expression now shadowed The Master's features. "You are very ill".
"He has Chen7", Amy interrupted. "Master, he says there isn't a cure. There must be though. You have to help us find a cure."

Standing up, The Master had one hand around his elbow and the other rubbing his chin.
"Chen7, you say Ginger? Oh Doctor, you certainly have a knack for getting yourself in these tight situations, don't you?" And with that The Master disappeared through one of the TARDIS corridors. Without a moment's hesitation, Amy followed him.

"Just where do you think you're going?" Amy goaded loudly, a few paces behind The Master, who walked in a very quick, gliding motion. He made a habit of opening each passing door, glancing in, then shutting them again, apparently looking for one room in particular. "If you're looking for the med bay, it's not down this way."
"Shall not be in need of it my dear! Except, I can hardly sort such a situation, looking so damn scruffy now can I?" answered the Time Lord. Finally, The Master smiled a maniacal, but beaming grin as he opened the correct door and raced into the room excitedly, leaving it wide open.
Amy stepped through the doorway and found herself in a room, filled with clothing racks, bearing garments of all possible descriptions. The Master was tugging at sleeves, inspecting and even sniffing various frilly fabrics.
"Honestly, what is it with you time boys and your fashion sense?" Amy wondered aloud, shaking her head mercifully and planting a palm in her face. After The Master had gathered up several different outfits he disappeared behind a changing screen, throwing the clothing over the top of it and stripping off the torn remains of his current clothing. "Do we really have time for this? And can you cure The Doctor or not? Because if you can't I'm wasting precious time with you, that could be used helping The Doctor or defeating Daleks right now."
"Listen here human", The Master said, before the top part of him curled around the screen, wearing a pale fly collared shirt and leather waistcoat and coldly glared straight at Amy. "Time is mine. Do you understand? I have all the time in world and I will do whatever I please with it. Also, The Doctor is not yet in the final stage of disease, we have a little leeway and I have the best of plans." The Master took in Amy's expression for a moment, winked and then tugged off his current outfit in an indignant manner, throwing it to the floor and rummaged through the rest of his clothing pile, behind the screen.

The Doctor was coughing up blood when Rory finally heard two sets of footsteps travelling back up from the corridor. Amy was holding hands with the new, tall, dark and handsome man, who was now dressed in a tight, deep purple shirt, with a dark suit and long swishy coat, with a high collar that just accentuated those scornful cheekbones. What was less expected was that Amy came in wearing a straw hat, dark sunglasses and pink flowery Hawaiian lei. The two of them were laughing. Rory could not help doing what he did next. He stood up angrily, fists and teeth clenched. Without really thinking he stepped forward and connected a fist sharply with The Master's jaw.
"Rory!" exclaimed Amy. A look of utter shock lined her face.
Rory's chest was rising and falling with dramatically big breaths and every muscle in his body tensed.
"What are the two of you even doing?" Rory spat and then gestured to The Doctor "He has gotten so much worse. The Doctor is truly, full-on dying and here are the two of you playing dress up!"
Amy's face changed immediately, taking off the freshly donned accessories, tossing them aside. She moved forward and wrapped a hand around Rory's arm.
"Rory, relax. It's okay." She kissed him and guided his attention to The Master. Rory watched as bright smoke surged around The Master's face. Where there had already been a deeply red abrasion, the energy was traversing over it, regenerating the wound and healing the layers of skin. However, The Master himself didn't seem to notice this, being much too preoccupied in leaning over The Doctor, placing hands to The Doctor's blood spattered face and closing his lips around the Time Lord's in a slow and gentle kiss.
More energy swirled around both Time Lords, engulfing them in a bright light, until The Master pulled away and The Doctor was the only Time Lord in the room left glowing.

The Ponds held each other's hands incredibly tight, hoping upon all the hope they could possibly muster. The Master stumbled back a bit and fell back to sit on the floor, with hands supporting himself from behind. Between heavy breaths, The Master snuck flittering glances back to his glowing friend.

Soon all the luminous energy in the room had dissipated. The Doctor sniffed and picked himself up, dusting off his clothes and smiled up at his companions, before being tackled into a forceful hug by the Ponds. Joyous and booming laughter from both Time Lords and humans filled the TARDIS. But it wasn't long before this ecstasy was interrupted by the most unholy of sounds.

"Excess residual time vortex energy detected. The Time Lords will show themselves and be ex-ter-min-ate-ed."

"Right", began The Doctor, clapping his companions on the backs. "..Daleks. Almost nearly forgot about them. Should probably stop them, from exterminating.. and things." He twirled away from his companions and stepped towards his scanner, reading off pouring information and was joined at the side, quick smart, by The Master, who began discussing data and readings with him.
"Look at you two", said Amy. "The last two Time Lords, joining forces to save humanity and all the while looking like a couple of lads, preparing a game plan before a football match."
The two Time Lords just exchanged an obscure, but knowing look, and then took in the sight of Amy, before glancing back at each other, with grins that stretched from ear to ear and manly giggles, then proceeding with their scientific work.

"Uh, what's going on?" Rory queried.
"Whatever do you mean, Roranicus Pondicus?" The Doctor asked.
"Are you really healthy now? How on Earth are you going to stop the Daleks? Don't just keep me in the dark while you're off playing with your buddy here."
"Oh, fair enough. Master, if you will.."", The Doctor half grumbled and began gathering up his clothes, pulling them on with gusto.
"Well Rory the Roman. It's as simple as this my human friend", interjected The Master. Rory scowled a little at being called a 'friend', by a man who was yet to prove anything to him. "Being so early in my regeneration cycle, I am bursting with residual energy. Figured I might as well use some to restore The Doctor to health before it ends. After all he did use a telepathic connection to bring on my regeneration in the first place. By the way, I built the Dalek ship. Therefore I am the only one who knows how to destroy it. Well, I say the only one. He knows now too." The Master gestured at The Doctor who was now fully clothed, turning knobs, tapping frantically at his typewriter and then joined him, by turning dials.
"Yes!" The Doctor cried out, clapping his hands above his head. He had a toothy grin on him and twitching eye like a mad man. "Come on Sexy!" The TARDIS jolted and rocketed at a violent speed and the Ponds had to cling on to each other, while the two Time Lords still managed to race around the central console, adjusting co-ordinates and settings. Then the TARDIS was still and both Time Lords raced for the door. The Master was first there, but stopped the Doctor with a hand, looked him over and asked,
"Are you seriously going to save the day in that daft bow-tie?" The Doctor grabbed protectively at the bit of fabric tied around his neck and appeared offended.
"Of course, bow ties are cool!" He then pushed past The Master and through the wooden doors.

Stepping out behind the Time Lords, Amy and Rory saw that they were in an engine room. The Master was using The Doctor's sonic screwdriver to uplift panels and pull out parts, while The Doctor was rolling out wires, pulling them into the TARDIS, where he was attaching them into his ships inner workings.
"Rory, hold this here", said The Master, indicating a half-detached lump of metal, heading towards a doorway.
"If things get sticky, just yell banana", called out The Doctor from the TARDIS.
"Okay, why banana?" The Master asked.
"Bananas are good!" replied The Doctor. The Master shrugged at the Ponds, who were both laughing. The Master was then out the door and into a hallway of the Dalek ship. Amy was helping The Doctor with his cables, when the low voice of The Master emanated loudly from the hallway,
"BANANA!" All three of them went to help, but Rory was ahead and The Doctor took over holding the bit of metal down.

Rory entered the hallway to see The Master standing in the middle of a corridor, desperately sonicing at what looked like a fuse box. Meanwhile, at the opposite end there was a lone Dalek drone, edging closer.
"The Time Lord will abandon main circuitry fields."
"Like in hell I will!" The Master spat back at his foe, twitching as a few sparks shot out from his little project. Rory could not help but notice what the Dalek obviously had not. Himself, he was there. The Dalek was much more preoccupied with the main disturbance it had found. Rory winked at The Master, who signalled back and pushed the sonic into the workings of the wall.
As quick as a bolt of lightning, a transparent blue tube shot down from the ceiling, imprisoning the Dalek. Screaming a mighty cry of war, Rory charged at the Dalek and The Master released the energy field just in time, so that Rory could push the Dalek over. The force managed to crack the Dalek casing and cut out any of its visuals and weaponry. The Master buzzed the wall system one last time and waved at Rory to follow him.

"You bashed up a Dalek by just pushing it over?" asked Amy, unbelievably. Rory was nodding enthusiastically, but The Master couldn't resist adding his bit,
"Actually, I temporarily imprisoned it and stunted its defences beforehand."
"Oh well. It was still cool," Rory stated with a proud smile.

"It's ready," announced The Doctor, his face looking rather sullen. The Time Lord snapped his fingers and the TARDIS doors swung open, revealing outer space, Earth below and the Dalek genocide ship in the distance. He pulled down a lever and The Ponds actually jumped a little as the vessel imploded.
The Master punched the air and whooped. The Doctor however was quiet, he'd shut the doors again and wouldn't look at anyone. The Ponds watched as The Master did a small victory dance, which fizzled out as he realized the atmosphere of the company he kept.
"What's the matter? The Daleks are gone now, forever. We killed them all." The Master confusedly reminded them all.
"And how does that makes us any better than them?" asked The Doctor, looking at The Master now, his face looking shadowed and threatening.
"What does that matter?" The Master pointed out.
"I thought I could teach you that there are better ways of doing things than destroying everything in your path. I should be leading by example. But here I am", The Doctor laughed a little, but it was empty sounding. "Deciding who should live and who should die. I get looked to as some sort of leader. I've never been able to figure exactly why that is. And yet, I am rubbish at it. But sometimes, I'll admit, sometimes I like it, the power. How can I teach you not to love power, when I am abusing it right in front of you? One does not have to own the universe. Just see it. That's all I want to do, take companions to observe the wonders that time and space has to offer."

Amy, Rory and The Master had all been stopped in their tracks, not knowing what to say or who should speak next. Rory stepped up, looking confidently into the ancient eyes of The Doctor.
"Then let us go see it then." Rory suggested.
The Doctor nodded agreeably and with a smile and one swift pull of a lever, brought them back into the time vortex for their next adventure.

THE END

[A/N: Just gonna leave a note to say that if anyone didn't notice, The Master in my story regenerated from John Simm to Benedict Cumberbatch.

Thought that here would be a good place to lead onto The God Complex, except that The Master is with the TARDIS team now, so obviously the episode would have to go a bit differently. Use your imagination I guess.

Also huge-gantic(its a word, okay) thank you, thank you, thank you! to all my lovely readers. Stay beautiful xox ]