*One Year Later*
The Master stands on the flight deck, surveying his planet below. "Citizens rejoice. Your lord and master stands on high, playing track three." 'I Can't Decide' starts to blast across the planet below, as well as the Valiant itself. The Master walks across the deck, and starts to dance to the song with his wife. "Miss McCoy, go and fetch the Doctor."
She nods, "Yes, my Master." She starts across the deck, and pulls open the door on the straw strewn tent in the corner. The Doctor crawls out, and frowns at Sophie.
He meets her eyes, and sighs, "I'm so sorry, Sophie."
"Doctor," she speaks in the same deadpan tone she has for the whole year, "My Master has requested your presence."
She pushes a wheelchair forward, and he begrudgingly climbs onto it. She wheels him across the deck, and passes him off the Master, with a nod. The Time Lord pushes him across the deck. Sophie stands at the door, watching the Master's destruction play out on the screens across the room.
Across the deck, the Master pushes the Doctor's wheelchair across the floor, away from him. "Miss McCoy!" he calls.
She sets off across the floor, her body responding to the Master's words. "Yes, my Master?"
"Time for my massage." She nods, as he climbs into a chair, and leans back. She begins to massage his shoulders, and he leans back in his seat. "Miss McCoy, when we go to the stars, I'm going to take you to the Catriga Nova. Whirlpools of gold. That might be fun."
"Whatever you say, Master." The Master nestles into the seat, a smile on his face.
An alarm sounds through the ship, "Condition red."
He jumps to his feet, "What the h*ll?"
"Repeat, condition red."
Francine and Tish Jones shut the doors. Francine grabs the Master's coat off the table, and tosses it to Tish. She hands the jacket to the Doctor, who fumbles through the pocket, producing the laser screwdriver. He rolls out of the wheelchair, and lays across the steps, pointing the device at the Master."
"Oh, I see," the Master nods sympathetically.
"I told you. I have one thing to say," the Doctor says, quietly.
The Master just stares at him, and starts laughing like this is the funniest thing in the world. The Doctor presses the button on the screwdriver, and nothing happens. He tries again, and again. "Isomorphic controls," the Master explains. He grabs the laser screwdriver out of the Doctor's hands, and punches him. He plays out across the floor, breathing heavily. "Which means they only work for me. Like this." He fires a blast from the screwdriver just above Francine Jones' head. "Say sorry!"
"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry," Francine says, getting down on her knees. Tish goes running over to her mother.
He turns from the Jones', "Miss McCoy, get the guards to take this trash away, and then get the Doctor back into his chair."
She nods, "Yes, my Master."
She turns from the Time Lord, and signals to the guards, who sweep into the room, gathering Francine and Tish, ushering them out of the room. Sophie then turns to the Doctor, and sweeps the wheelchair over to him with a sweep of her foot, in a very Sophie McCoy movement, one that makes the Doctor pause. "Sophie?" he asks, as she hoists him into the chair.
For a split second he sees Sophie behind the eyes, there's a gleam, but just as quickly as it appeared it vanishes. She helps him back into the wheelchair, and resumes her position at the door, as the Master walks up behind the chair once again.
"Miss McCoy, tell me. Do you remember the days when that famous Doctor was waging a Time War, battling Sea Devils and Axons. He sealed the rift at the Medusa Cascade single handed?"
The Doctor sees the hint of freedom in her eyes again, as she remembers the past, "Yes, my Master."
The Master laughs, as Sophie returns to rigid position again, "And look at him now. Stealing screwdrivers. How did he ever come to this?"
"It was you, my Master."
"Exactly!" The Master turns away, walking across the flight deck of the Valiant once more, leaving Sophie in position at the door.
A few hours later, the Master starts another news broadcast. "My people. Salutations on this, the eve of war. Lovely woman. But I know there's all sorts of whispers down there. Stories of a child, walking the Earth, giving you hope. But I ask you how much hope has this man got?" He waves to Sophie, and she rolls the Doctor onto the screen. "Say hello, Gandalf. Except he's not that old, but he's an alien with a much greater lifespan than you stunted little apes. But what if it showed?" He raises his eyebrows, and extracts his laser screwdriver, "What if I suspend your capacity to regenerate? All nine hundred years of your life, Doctor. What if we could see them?" He retunes the screwdriver, aiming it at the Time Lord. He zaps the Doctor once again, and he starts to convulse. "Older and older and older. Down you go, Doctor. Down, down, down the years." Finally, the Doctor's convulsions end. The old man is no longer sitting in the wheelchair. Instead, he is a tiny being with huge eyes swimming in the suit. The Master makes eye contact with the camera, "Received and understood, Miss Jones?"