𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅰ [✓]

Last Of The Time Lords Pt. 1

"Space lane traffic is advised to stay away from Sol Three, also known as Earth. Pilots are warned Sol Three is now entering terminal extinction. Planet Earth is closed. Planet Earth is closed. Planet Earth is closed."

*One year later*

"Citizens rejoice. Your lord and master stands on high, playing track three" the Master enters the flight deck and starts dancing to I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters. He goes up to Lucy, kisses her and they dance together, {Y/N} sits on her knees looking at the floor, her wrists cuffed together.

"I can't decide whether you should live or die. Though you'll probably go to Heaven, please don't hang your head and cry. No wonder why my heart feels dead inside. It's cold and hard and petrified. Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're going for a ride. Oh, I could throw you in a lake or feed you poisoned birthday cake. I won't deny I'm going to miss you when you're gone" Francine the maid serves tea. The Master rings a ships bell {Y/N} lifts her head slightly to see the Doctor crawling out of his straw-strewn tent. The Master forces him into a wheelchair and then walks over kneeling in front of {Y/N}.

"I don't think I've said this enough over the last year, but you've grown so much" he says placing his hand on her cheek she recoils slightly "no, I won't hurt you" he whispers lifting her head up to meet his eyes, she has dark circles under her eyes, and her once bright {E/C} eyes now dull "You know I'd never hurt you."

"Well, you already have" she says her voice gravely, due to her not speaking as much for over a year, he helps her stand and walks over to the Doctor taking them for a walk/push around the deck.

"Oh, I could bury you alive but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when I'm sleeping, that's why I can't decide whether you should live or die. Oh, you'll probably go to Heaven, please don't hang your head and cry. No wonder why my heart feels dead inside. It's cold and hard and petrified. Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're going for a ride."

"It's ready to rise, Doctor. The new Time Lord Empire. It's good, isn't it? Isn't it good? Anything? No? Anything? Oh, but they broke your hearts, didn't they, those Toclafane, ever since you worked out what they really are. They say Martha Jones has come back home. Now why would she do that?" the Master asks, the Doctor looks up at {Y/N} who stood beside them with her head down, she seemed skinnier.

"Leave her alone" the Doctor says.

"But you said something to her, didn't you? On the day, I took control. What did you tell her?"

"I have one thing to say to you. You know what it is."

"Oh no, you don't!" the Master pushes the Doctor's wheelchair away leaving {Y/N} standing where she was, the Master looks between her and the Doctor.

"Valiant now entering Zone One airspace. Citizens rejoice."

"Come on, people! What are we doing? Launch Day in twenty-four hours" the Master shouts walking away {Y/N} holds three fingers out. The Doctor repeats it to Francine who repeats it to Clive, who is mopping the deck in a corridor. He passes the signal on to Tish, who is also a maid, as she takes a meal to a prisoner.

*Time skip*

14:58, according to the chronometer up on the bridge. The Doctor, Francine and Tish are there, The Master enters the flight deck, with {Y/N} beside him.

"Time for my massage. Who shall I have today? Tanya. Come on, sweetheart. Lucy, have you met Tanya? She's gorgeous. Tanya, when we go to the stars, I'm going to take you to the Catriga Nova. Whirlpools of gold" the Master says, {Y/N} walks past the Doctor, giving him a small glance before sitting down on the floor with her back to him "you two should get to know each other. That might be fun" the Master says as Tanya massages his shoulders.

"Condition red."

"What the hell?" the Master stands

"Repeat, condition red" Francine throws the Master's jacket to Tish. She gives it to the Doctor who takes the laser screwdriver from the pocket and points it at the Master, {Y/N} turns to watch.

"Oh, I see."

"I told you. I have one thing to say" the Doctor says as the Master laughs. The Doctor can't get the laser screwdriver to work.

"Isomorphic controls" the Master says as he takes screwdriver from the Doctor and punches him, {Y/N} cringes slightly, this doesn't go unnoticed by the Master who looks towards her "which means they only work for me. Like this" he turns and shoots a laser beam which just misses Francine "say sorry!"

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry."

"Mum!"

"Didn't you learn anything from the blessed Saint Martha? Siding with the Doctor is a very dangerous thing to do. Take them away" he says pointing to Tish and Francine.

"Move. Come on."

"Ok. Gotcha" the Master helps the Doctor into a chair as Tish and Francine are taken away.

"Oh boy. There you go, Gramps. Oh, do you know, I remember the days when the Doctor, oh, that famous Doctor, was waging a Time War, battling Sea Devils and Axons. He sealed the rift at the Medusa Cascade single handed. And look at him now. Stealing screwdrivers. How did he ever come to this? Oh yeah, me, and {Y/N} too afraid to even talk more than five words."

"I just need you to listen" the Doctor says.

"No, it's my turn. Revenge! Best served hot. And this time, it's a message for Miss Jones. 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? 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? What if I suspend your capacity to regenerate? All nine hundred years of your life, Doctor. What if we could see them?" {Y/N} goes wide eyed as the Master retunes his screwdriver and zaps the Doctor again "Older and older and older. Down you go, Doctor. Down, down, down the years" Finally the convulsions end. The Doctor is no longer sitting in the wheelchair, {Y/N} walks over kneeling down.

"Doctor" she asks quietly, a tiny creature with big eyes, rather Gollum-like, peers out from the otherwise empty clothes and looks up at her, she frowns as he places his much smaller hands on hers.

"Received and understood, Miss Jones? Cause if not, {Y/N} will be next."

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