I know many of you are disappointed with me taking Rose and making her the Master's wife, but there are a few, not many, that have her as Mrs Saxon in the first place. Never mind those that show her as evil, there's even one where she's a Dalek for heaven sake !

If you don't like it, don't read.

Besides, how many Rose is Mrs Saxon stories have Romana as a main character ? Answer me that.

Interlude. Bringing her back.

The Master picked himself up from under the TARDIS console, a spanner in his hand. He looked up at the time rotor, savouring the red hue from the heart of the TARDIS instead of the usual bluish green tone the Doctor favoured.

The colour scheme meant nothing to the Time lord; it was the new additions he'd made to the console over the past few months. The paradox components were installed, awaiting the rest soon, but for now this would have to suffice.

The console looked like someone had installed electrical components which came from a power station and wired them in, it wasn't enough for the main stage of his plan, but for now it was enough.

The Master took another look around, making sure it was perfect, yes, power levels were constant and ready, the only problem lay in the paradox field actually working. After setting up his position as Minister of Defence, rising to prominence after the Racnoss incident during Christmas, the Master had been debating how to make this work before making his first journey into the future, but when he'd seen Utopia he saw the final piece slot into place. Since the TARDIS was a time machine, he lost very little time, imprinting himself more than the Doctor ever did, occasionally threatening the old clapped out machine if she didn't do as he wanted. The TARDIS obeyed grudgingly, knowing she had no other option. Since the first visit, the Master had paid the end of the universe a few other visits. Some for scientific curiosity, others simply to visit the Utopians and see how they were doing.

It had actually been rather amusing watching the Humans tear themselves apart - well, after he'd hypnotised them and compelled them to do it. The Master would finalise his plans with them after this, well, when the TARDIS was ready. TARDISes weren't designed for this, so there was every possibility that the TARDIS would be crippled beyond repair, not something he was entirely happy with at the moment.

He walked over to the controls, hesitating slightly. If this went wrong then it would mean that his plans would need to be changed slightly, not something he liked doing. If this went wrong, the TARDIS wouldn't be able to house the full working paradox machine and the main plan wouldn't go forward. This plan would fry the Zyton 7 crystals and would render the TARDIS useless for months, but the TARDIS would repair them eventually.

He threw the switch, and the TARDIS lighting seemed to glow brighter and brighter until it seemed like he had a sun inside the ship with him. The phenomenon seemed to change, almost as though the universe had closed its eyes to take a sneeze…the Master winced as he heard the TARDIS's screams of agony over the telepathic circuits. He gritted his teeth into a grimace, trying desperately to ignore the sounds. The TARDIS just screamed louder when she realised that the unwanted Time lord was using his mental barriers to block out her screams.

Just when he was sure the antique wouldn't last, the Master saw another figure in the console room when the TARDIS lighting settled down.

She blinked, slightly stupidly, before realising where she was. A look of joy appeared, before changing to one of concern when she saw the new additions. The Master waited for the girl to notice he was there, but when she didn't he stepped forward, then she noticed him. After a minute, she spoke.

" Doctor ….?" she asked hesitantly.

The Master grinned, " Not quite, my dear. I am the Master."

a/n bit short I know, but I want to save the best for the rest of the story.