The Escape from the Drums.

The Doctor sent a glare at the Master, " What did you do ? How did you get her back ?" he struggled against the ape like guards holding him, as he did he kept his eyes firmly fixed on Rose.

She smiled, it wasn't a particularly nice smile, " Hello Doctor."

The Doctor frowned, " How did you get her back ?" he asked the Master again, his mind already working out possible ways the Master could've done it. He doubted very much if the other Time lord had used the same method the Time lords had used in the past, that particular option no longer existed since the Time lords had slammed the walls of reality shut. The Master knew that, but how had he managed something like this.

Rose stepped forward, " I missed you," she whispered to the restrained Time lord. The Doctor ignored her, just as Jack regained consciousness.

Groggily, the ex Time agent looked around, before he focused on the woman standing between the Master and the Doctor and Romana. Rose's eyes were comically wide, " Jack ?"

" Rose ? How'd you….?" he was shot down again, this time by a beam of light. The Doctor turned his attention back to the Master, who was holding a device similar to his sonic screwdriver, " Laser screwdriver, who'd have sonic. Besides, he wont stay dead for long, meaning I can kill him again," the Master finished, a slightly insane look in his eyes and his louder voice.

The Doctor glared at him and the Master sighed, " Let him go."

The guards released the Doctor, who fell to the guard flat on his chest with an " oomph."

The Doctor decided to change his tactics as he got up, looking the Master straight in the eye, he asked, " These drums, what if I can help ?"

" Oh, how to shut him up ?" the Master spat in contempt, as everyone cowered, " I know, memory lane." he sat down on one of the steps leading up to the platform.

" Professor Lazarus," he said in a low tone, sounding like a secretive little child spilling a secret, " Remember him and his genetic manipulation device. Did you really think little Tish got that job merely by coincidence ? I've been laying traps for you for a long time now." The Doctor's hearts almost stopped at the implication that his adventures in the past had been manipulated by the Master. If he'd been here 18 months then how many cases had he been behind ?

The Master held up the laser screwdriver, getting his old enemy's attention, " What if I can combine the Lazarus technology into one little screwdriver ? But, oh, if only I had the Doctor's biological code," he pouted before brightening up again, " Oh, wait a minute I do." Dashing off to a table with a metal case on it, flinging the cover open, revealing what was inside.

The Doctor's hand in the jar.

" I've got his hand. If Lazarus could make himself younger," the Master said fiddling with the screwdriver in his hands, just as the Doctor sent a death glare at Jack for giving the Master a weapon. When this was finished he'd destroy the hand.

The Master's voice caught his attention again, " …..another hundred years. " he pointed the glowing rods of the laser screwdriver at the Doctor.

Pain. That wasn't how the sensation felt, it was like someone tearing his body apart. The Doctor writhed and shrieked with agony, he was starting to feel like his bones were fragile, his skin weathered and parched….

When the Master finished, the Doctor collapsed to the ground, shaking. Romana and Martha ran over to him, helping him up. The Doctor was an old man, weathered, tired, the clothes he was wearing were hanging slightly from his more skinny frame.

Romana's mind went back to Argolis, the recreation generator, the Doctor in his fourth incarnation, so young then becoming so old, more irritable. The Time lady prayed that the laser screwdriver also stopped the regenerative process; Time lords found old bodies hard to measure for regeneration, if the Master's screwdriver couldn't compensate then they'd soon have the 11th Doctor running around.

Martha didn't know that," Doctor, I've got you," she said gently.

The tone of her voice didn't go unnoticed, the Master saw to that, " Oh, she's a would be doctor. But now, Martha Jones, we've flown them in all the way from prison."

Martha turned her head, just in time to see her family being brought in in handcuffs, " Mom."

Francine had tears running down her face, " I'm sorry,"

The Doctor didn't care if Francine was crying, if his suspicions were right then she had a lot to be sorry for. But he had more important things to worry about.

" The Toclafane who are they ?" he gasped, the Master bent down and gestured to his ear, making a sign that he couldn't hear his enemy. Romana's anger bubbled under the surface.

" Who are they ?" The Doctor repeated, his breath was raspy with exertion.

With fake sympathy, the Master held a hand against the Doctor's chest, idly noticing that the other Time lord's heart beats had increased, " Doctor, if I told you the truth your hearts would break."

The Toclafane were losing patience, if the one to speak next had any indication, " Is it time ? Is the machine singing ?"

I doubt the TARDIS is singing from the abuse the Master's given her, Romana thought angrily, just as the Master jogged up the steps after checking his watch, which Romana found curious because all Time lords had the power to measure time without the need of an instrument.

" So, earthlings," The Master sneered into a camera, his contempt for the human race plain as day, " Basically, erm end of the world. Here come the drums !"

Loud music started blaring around the room, just as the Doctor started cringing and the sky went dark. Romana could see from the portholes a massive rip in the sky. Hundreds of Toclafane appeared.

The Doctor managed to get a grip on himself, and pulled both Romana and Martha to him, " We haven't got much time," he wheezed. " I have a plan, and you two are going to be responsible for it. Understand ?"

Both girls nodded.

" Right," the Doctor gasped, " here's the plan…"

Arm in arm with the Master, Rose Saxon looked out in awe at the black mass that was the Toclafane. The TARDIS was as stubborn as its owner, wait until the empire was established, she's soon see that everything she and the Master did was for the greater good.

" Brilliant, isn't it ?" The Master grinned at his wife's look.

" How many are there ?" She asked.

" Six billion," The Master let the number hang as he gave the order to the Toclafane, " Down you go kids."

As the Toclafane descended they started opening fire on the humans below, their antiproton blaster releasing antimatter in magnetic bubbles which burst open when they hit a terrified human.

" Decimate, yeah. Nice word. Decimate," The Master grinned at Rose, who grinned back, not a sign of sorrow on her face at the thought of millions of people she'd betrayed, " Remove one tenth of the population."

The radio started going off as terrified people called up, some were governments, others military officer.

" We surrender, we surrender…."

" We're being slaughtered down here…."

On and on it went, just as Martha Jones and Romana, last of the Time ladies, held up the vortex manipulator between them and vanished.