Hey guys! Here's the next chapter ^^
I've decided that I'm not very good at long chapters. They hurt my brain O3O
So from now on I will most likely be posting short chapters, but at a much faster rate.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed! And of course I have to give a shout-out to my little sister Grace (Liuvia Komono) for her *cough* interesting review.
And to the rest of you-enjoy!
The Doctor laid the Master down on a table in the TARDIS operating room. Quickly hooking up various monitors and scanners, he prepared for surgery.
He's dead, the Doctor's mind kept telling him. You can't save him.
"Then why can I still feel him?" he mumbled to himself. "If the Master was dead, then I would feel the emptiness. But he's not gone. How can that be?"
But he got shot, reminded the voice. You saw it happen! Nothing can survive a Dalek gun, not even the Time Lords!
"Shut-up," he commanded the voice. It didn't interrupt again.
The Doctor finished setting up the equipment, looking for any signs of life left in the Master. There was nothing he could tell from the outside. The Doctor listened to both hearts and checked every reflex, but there was still nothing. Finally he decided to check inside. The Master's brain was the only thing that couldn't be measured closely without direct contact. Grasping a scalpel, the Doctor slowly cut into the Master's head.
It took less than half an hour to cut through the Master's skull and safely reach his brain. The Doctor wasn't taking any risks. He inserted a probe into the pinkish tissue, looking for any sign of life. The Doctor's hearts almost stopped from what he found on the monitor.
Just there-a tiny electrical signal still holding onto life. At first the Doctor thought it was the heartbeat of a Time Lord; one, two, three, four. Four small charges, repeating over and over. But-that couldn't be right. The Master's heart was dead, along with the rest of his body. Was it just a blip in the machine?
Realization suddenly dawned on the Doctor, and he cautiously placed the bell of his stethoscope to the Master's head. His eyes widened. One, two, three, four; one, two, three, four; one, two, three, four. He had heard this pattern before…
It was the sound of the Drums.
The Doctor paced around the control room, clearly anxious. He was thinking hard. It just didn't seem possible for the Drums to remain in the Master's head even in death.
No wonder he never seemed able to die, thought the Doctor with dark humor. The Drums always kept him alive long enough to recover.
The Doctor ran long fingers through his hair. He needed to find a way to somehow boost the signal in the Master's head. Maybe, if he was very lucky, the amplified signal would produce enough energy to kick-start the Master's hearts. Hopefully that would be enough to bring him back.
The Doctor searched the TARDIS for an atomic tracking device, but found that his only one was broken, the screen having been shattered. Bollocks.
Making his way back to the control room, the Doctor entered a series of numbers into the console and flicked a switch. He smiled when the TARDIS engines began to whirr.
The Doctor stepped out of his blue box, shutting the door behind him with a rusty squeak. He grinned at the surprised face looking right at him.
"Hello, Jack."
What, now the infamous Captain Jack will be joining the story? 'Fraid so lovies. Turns out the Doctor needs a little somethingsomething to borrow from Torchwood's technology storage.
And that will hopefully, you know, save the Master... Somehow..