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THE LAST OF THE TIME LORDS

ONE LONG, TERRIBLE, year had passed. Valarie had spent a year of her life as a servant, having to bow before the Master and his wife. Suffer the humiliation, verbal abuse, and anything they felt like subjecting her too. She was the girl they chose to make examples out of. But she took it with courage. Valarie had promised Martha she would ensure everyone's safety. Even if that meant she took the fall.

She had even celebrated a birthday in this year. She wasn't allowed to see her family, as her mother begged to see her too much so the Master decided the best form of torment for her was to ban the family from being together. They only communicated in notes the Jones family helped pass along. Valarie had grown very close to them, passing notes along the way and attempting to comfort one another.

When her birthday came, she chose to not say anything about it. The only person who knew was Jack, who had pried it out of her when she came to feed him the day before and she seemed quiet. She had spent her birthday with an immortal who was chained to a wall in the underbelly of a ship. The Master had bored of constantly killing Jack after the first few weeks and had kept him chained here since. Jack and Valarie had also grown close, his daily comments and humor the only thing keeping her from walking the line of mental sustainability. The day of her birthday was October eighth. When she had greeted Jack that day with his meal he had sung happy birthday to her. She wanted to cry.

In the passing weeks, messages from Martha had made it to them. Valarie wasn't sure how. But Clive, Martha's father, had been the one to pass it too her.

"Power of a name. She said you'll understand."

Power of a name. It took Valarie time to remember back to her time with Shakespeare. Names give power.

It was launch day. And a plan had been devised. Valarie had not seen the Doctor but a scarce few times. The Master only let her look at him to torment her. But they communicated. Through the Jones, they communicated. On this day Valarie had retrieved Jack's breakfast, noticing the three fingers Francine placed on the tray as she gave it to her. Valarie saw it and cut her eyes at her in acknowledgment.

"Morning Val! Ah, smell that sea air." Jack greeted as she passed his guard into where he was held. She lifted the bowl full of oatmeal, holding a spoonful up. "Makes me long for good old fish and chips. Which, this hotel sucks. Last time I book online." He then opened his mouth for her. She fed him and placed her hand against the bowl out of the guards view, showing him the three fingers. He winked. At fifteen-hundred, they would take action. They would attempt to force a surrender. The plan was shaky, but it was the best they had came up with.

Valarie had been asked to come back to the main deck, something the Master only asked of her when he had a problem. She had taken care of what was left of Jack's meal and went up there. She stood near Francine, eyes on the clock as Francine eyed the Master's coat, containing the screwdriver. The alarm blared, altering them to a code red. Jack had escaped, and Clive had messed with the vents as planned.

Francine grabbed his coat, rushing it to Tish who rushed it to the Doctor. The Doctor rose as fast as his body would allow, aiming the screwdriver at the Master. When he tried to use it, it failed. The Master looked at them all, and laughed.

"Isomorphic controls." He plucked it from his hands and struck him, sending him to the ground. "Meaning only I can use it. Like this." He shot with it at Francince, who it barely missed.

"Say sorry!" He commanded of her.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" She screamed through gritted teeth. Valarie rushed to her side, holding her.

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