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Title: Journey's end in lovers meeting
Part 11/?
Author: adroidmortox247 aka bannonluke
Characters: The Doctor, Donna, The Master
Genre: General
summary: She started to remember...
Spoilers: post Journey’s End
author's note: Thanks to everyone for their help/input.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, the are the beeb’s.
Rating: PG due to swearing
Missed a part? Archive here
“Nice work Fred.” The Master called. There was no response.
“What, cat got your tongue? Oh wait, you don’t have a tongue!” The Master chuckled.
He thought it was a testament to his infinite talents that, even in this state, he had rewired the surviving Dalek machines to obey him. All the deadliness of a Dalek, but with none of the deviousness that the creatures had. They would simply do as they were told.
Although the part he was particularly proud of, was the stun setting he gave their guns. Caused the maximum amount of pain possible, but left the victim alive.
And speaking of pain, there would be plenty in store for The Doctor. But first, he had to try something. There was only a slim possibility of it working, but there was a chance.
The Master crossed into the chamber, and approached his enemy’s unconscious body. He knew that he didn’t have long. The Doctor would have already begun the healing coma that Time Lords knew. But while his body focussed on healing itself, his mental barriers should be down.
The Master clasped his hands to The Doctor’s temple, and concentrated. He tried to channel all his energy into making psychic contact, but nothing was happening.
Typical. The Master fumed. It seemed that his only option would be to go after Donna. Which was a shame, he was starting to like her. And worse, how was he going to do it when his laser screwdriver was…Wait, that’s it!
The Master dropped The Doctor, and his eyes darted around the room. Out of the corner of his eye, The Master saw the Sonic Screwdriver.
Yes! He thought gleefully as he picked it up and pocketed it. The Master knew for a fact The Doctor never used its isomorphic controls. He’d let any of his companions use it willy-nilly. Far too trusting, that was his trouble.
Another thought crossed The Master’s mind. The TARDIS was on site. Granted, he may not be able to fly it. But it did have data banks. Those would surely have all the knowledge he’d ever need. And if it refused to co-operate, he always had his trusty team of scientists, who’d be more than willing to rip the infernal machine to pieces to figure out how it worked.
It was worth a try. Save him a lot of trouble and better yet, it would mean he’d not have to kill Donna after all.
The Master paused. That was a dangerous way of thinking. He had to watch that
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But The Master underestimated the link between The Doctor and the TARDIS. It knew instinctively that The Doctor was in trouble. And it had vivid memories of suffering it had gone through when it was mutilated into the Paradox Machine.
It knew it had to escape, and fast, as The Master was on his way. So it simply keyed in for its last set of co-ordinates, and dematerialised.
****************************************
Donna was in the uncomfortable position of being neither fully awake, nor completely asleep. It was partly, no, completely due to the stress she’d been going through as of late.
What didn’t help was that wheezing noise coming from outside. She got up, and opened the window, planning on telling whoever it was to knock it off. But then she glanced out the window. Weird. Nothing there, except a funny looking blue box.
Before Donna could think anymore about it, a sharp pain entered her head. Pictures and images flashed before her at rapid speed. She could feel her mental barriers trying to fight back, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before it got too much. And Donna knew three things, very important things.
(1)The Doctor was in trouble
(2)She’d have to save him and
(3)She was gonna bloody kill him when she did.
****************************************
Observing the monitors, The Master noticed that the TARDIS had gone. This aggravated him. It was almost as if some force in the universe wanted him to hurt Donna. Then a thought occurred to him. If he was clever, and to be honest, he was, there wasn’t anything to stop him from finding a way of stealing her memories, and keeping her alive. It would be a great way to embarrass The Doctor- succeeding where he had failed.
With that extra incentive, The Master took out the Sonic Screwdriver, and got to work.
****************************************
Donna dizzily dashed out of her house and towards the TARDIS. Automatically, its doors flung open. The moment she stepped foot inside, it began to take off.
Yeah, but now what? She thought. I’m not gonna do much good if I burn up before I get there. Then she noticed a bright glow, coming from one of the TARDIS’ many corridors.
Donna didn’t have much time to think about this. Clearly there was something that way the TARDIS wanted her to find. Better not to question it.
As she worked her way down the corridor, the light then came on above one of the doors. Donna flung it open.
It was a white, featureless room. Donna gingerly took a step forward. Instantly, she could feel her head throbbing a lot less. A feeling of serenity washed over her, as the voices and pictures stopped. She soon realized where she was.
The zero room. Cut off from the rest of the universe.
She simply hoped that it would help keep the timelord mind in check long enough.
****************************************
The Doctor could feel himself slowly coming around. His body was still in agony, but he couldn’t focus on that. He had to try and escape.
Cautiously, he opened one eye. The Master was hunched over a table, too engrossed on his work to notice. But then something caught his eye. That Dalek. It had its gun trained on him. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to withstand another blast. So trying to sneak past wasn’t an option. Maybe a distraction instead…after all, The Master, particularly this incarnation, couldn’t resist bragging.
The Doctor made a loud and deliberate groan.
The Master just glanced back at him, casually.
“Oh, you’re awake.” He muttered. He then waved at the Dalek. “Keep an eye on him Fred.”
The Doctor blinked. Not the expected reaction. Perhaps he should try something else.
“So, this is your big plan, create an army of daleks, then take over?”
“Not really.” The Master responded, absent mindedly.
“Then… what’s with the daleks?” The Doctor said. “Just a hobby?”
The Master sighed. “Like I’ll tell you.”
“It’s like that eh?” The Doctor said. “I’ll just guess then. You’re going to have them do an all Dalek version of Swan Lake. Dunno if Tchaikovsky would have approved, then again, ol’ Pytor was always prone to depression. I remember this one time...”
“Oh, shut up.” The Master simply replied, still not taking his eyes off his work.
“Mind you, suppose it doesn’t matter.” The Doctor said. “Not like your plans gonna work.”
At that, The Master stopped, and spun around to face The Doctor.
“Oh, and how are *you* gonna stop me?” He said mockingly. “Not like you’ve got your Sonic Screwdriver to get you out of this one. Or are you gonna turn into Tinkerbell again?”
“Oh, I’m not the one you should be worrying about.” The Doctor said coolly.
“Oh, then who is?” The Master quizzed.
“Think about it.” The Doctor said plainly.
The Master’s thoughts raced. The perception filter stopped Torchwood or UNIT from seeing who he really was. And he’d taken care of every member of the Foundation that posed a threat. That only left one possible option.
“Donna.” The Master muttered.
“Oh yes.” The Doctor said. “The way I see it, anything happens to me, Donna would know. And trust me when I say, you don’t want to get on her bad side. Matter of fact, she might be wondering where I am right now.”
The Master paused. He wanted to point out she wouldn’t have any proof he was up to something, or who would listen to her anyway. But part of him was absolutely terrified. She’d already proven to be sharper, smarter and more resourceful than he’d imagined. There was no telling what she could do. As painful as it was to admit it, The Doctor was right. He’d have to let him go.
Before either of them could say anything more, a familiar noise filled the air. The Timelords turned simultaneously as they saw the TARDIS begin to take physical form again.
“What did you do?!” The Master yelled, as he grabbed The Doctor, and pulled him to his feet.
“I didn’t do anything!” The Doctor protested. “But I’m about to do something I’m gonna really, really regret.”
The Doctor desperately gripped his enemy’s face. Before The Master could do anything, The Doctor’s lips were on his.
Several feelings passed through The Master at once. Confusion, outrage, and a strange sense of enjoyment. But he then realized what The Doctor was doing. A genetic transfer, so he could escape the containment field.
The Master struggled to break free, but it was too late. The Doctor shoved him away, and dashed towards the TARDIS.
“SHOOT HIM!” The Master yelled at the Dalek. But before it could aim its gun, The Doctor had the TARDIS door open, and was inside.
The Doctor leaned against the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Safe.” He muttered to himself.
“Oh yeah?!” A voice cried.
Before The Doctor could react, he felt an almighty, stinging impact against his cheek.
“What part of no didn’t you understand, you stupid space-man?!” Donna shrieked. “N-O. Opposite of yes, as in, “No, don’t wipe my bleedin’ mind!’”
The Doctor rubbed his cheek.
“Ok, I deserved that.” He muttered. “But...”
Before he could continue, Donna slapped him again.
“OW!” The Doctor said. “What was that for?!”
“For setting off this bleedin’ meta-crisis! Thank you so much!”
“Don’t look at me!” The Doctor said defensively, “The TARDIS just took off! I was busy being target practice!”
“Oh, you are useless without me.” Donna said, and then with a laugh, she grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. She then pulled back.
“’Ere, were you eatin’ garlic?” She inquired.
The Doctor blushed. But before he could stammer an answer, The TARDIS shook slightly.
****************************************
The Master continued to whirr Fred’s gun with the sonic screwdriver. He would rip the TARDIS to pieces if he had to. The Dalek fired again, still nothing.
“Shit!” He said through gritted death. “Oh well, time to try something else.”
He pointed the screwdriver at the TARDIS itself.
“Turnabout is fair play, Doctor.”
*************************************
Sparks began to fly out of the central console.
“Oh no you don’t!” The Doctor yelled, as he raced to the controls. He fumbled in his pockets for the Sonic-Screwdriver. Suddenly, he felt something thump into his hand. It was another sonic-screwdriver. He looked up at Donna, who was grinning.
“Found it in the kitchen.” She explained.
The Doctor wasted no time, as he used its frequency to cancel out The Master’s efforts.
Meanwhile Donna had busied herself flipping various switches, and finally releasing the lever.
****************************************
The Master was helpless to watch as the TARDIS disappeared from view. No matter. What could The Doctor do anyway? He still had no idea what he was planning. And by the time he figured it out, it would be too late. Everything was ready. He just needed to give the word.
Part 11/?
Author: adroidmortox247 aka bannonluke
Characters: The Doctor, Donna, The Master
Genre: General
summary: She started to remember...
Spoilers: post Journey’s End
author's note: Thanks to everyone for their help/input.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, the are the beeb’s.
Rating: PG due to swearing
Missed a part? Archive here
“Nice work Fred.” The Master called. There was no response.
“What, cat got your tongue? Oh wait, you don’t have a tongue!” The Master chuckled.
He thought it was a testament to his infinite talents that, even in this state, he had rewired the surviving Dalek machines to obey him. All the deadliness of a Dalek, but with none of the deviousness that the creatures had. They would simply do as they were told.
Although the part he was particularly proud of, was the stun setting he gave their guns. Caused the maximum amount of pain possible, but left the victim alive.
And speaking of pain, there would be plenty in store for The Doctor. But first, he had to try something. There was only a slim possibility of it working, but there was a chance.
The Master crossed into the chamber, and approached his enemy’s unconscious body. He knew that he didn’t have long. The Doctor would have already begun the healing coma that Time Lords knew. But while his body focussed on healing itself, his mental barriers should be down.
The Master clasped his hands to The Doctor’s temple, and concentrated. He tried to channel all his energy into making psychic contact, but nothing was happening.
Typical. The Master fumed. It seemed that his only option would be to go after Donna. Which was a shame, he was starting to like her. And worse, how was he going to do it when his laser screwdriver was…Wait, that’s it!
The Master dropped The Doctor, and his eyes darted around the room. Out of the corner of his eye, The Master saw the Sonic Screwdriver.
Yes! He thought gleefully as he picked it up and pocketed it. The Master knew for a fact The Doctor never used its isomorphic controls. He’d let any of his companions use it willy-nilly. Far too trusting, that was his trouble.
Another thought crossed The Master’s mind. The TARDIS was on site. Granted, he may not be able to fly it. But it did have data banks. Those would surely have all the knowledge he’d ever need. And if it refused to co-operate, he always had his trusty team of scientists, who’d be more than willing to rip the infernal machine to pieces to figure out how it worked.
It was worth a try. Save him a lot of trouble and better yet, it would mean he’d not have to kill Donna after all.
The Master paused. That was a dangerous way of thinking. He had to watch that
****************************************
But The Master underestimated the link between The Doctor and the TARDIS. It knew instinctively that The Doctor was in trouble. And it had vivid memories of suffering it had gone through when it was mutilated into the Paradox Machine.
It knew it had to escape, and fast, as The Master was on his way. So it simply keyed in for its last set of co-ordinates, and dematerialised.
****************************************
Donna was in the uncomfortable position of being neither fully awake, nor completely asleep. It was partly, no, completely due to the stress she’d been going through as of late.
What didn’t help was that wheezing noise coming from outside. She got up, and opened the window, planning on telling whoever it was to knock it off. But then she glanced out the window. Weird. Nothing there, except a funny looking blue box.
Before Donna could think anymore about it, a sharp pain entered her head. Pictures and images flashed before her at rapid speed. She could feel her mental barriers trying to fight back, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before it got too much. And Donna knew three things, very important things.
(1)The Doctor was in trouble
(2)She’d have to save him and
(3)She was gonna bloody kill him when she did.
****************************************
Observing the monitors, The Master noticed that the TARDIS had gone. This aggravated him. It was almost as if some force in the universe wanted him to hurt Donna. Then a thought occurred to him. If he was clever, and to be honest, he was, there wasn’t anything to stop him from finding a way of stealing her memories, and keeping her alive. It would be a great way to embarrass The Doctor- succeeding where he had failed.
With that extra incentive, The Master took out the Sonic Screwdriver, and got to work.
****************************************
Donna dizzily dashed out of her house and towards the TARDIS. Automatically, its doors flung open. The moment she stepped foot inside, it began to take off.
Yeah, but now what? She thought. I’m not gonna do much good if I burn up before I get there. Then she noticed a bright glow, coming from one of the TARDIS’ many corridors.
Donna didn’t have much time to think about this. Clearly there was something that way the TARDIS wanted her to find. Better not to question it.
As she worked her way down the corridor, the light then came on above one of the doors. Donna flung it open.
It was a white, featureless room. Donna gingerly took a step forward. Instantly, she could feel her head throbbing a lot less. A feeling of serenity washed over her, as the voices and pictures stopped. She soon realized where she was.
The zero room. Cut off from the rest of the universe.
She simply hoped that it would help keep the timelord mind in check long enough.
****************************************
The Doctor could feel himself slowly coming around. His body was still in agony, but he couldn’t focus on that. He had to try and escape.
Cautiously, he opened one eye. The Master was hunched over a table, too engrossed on his work to notice. But then something caught his eye. That Dalek. It had its gun trained on him. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to withstand another blast. So trying to sneak past wasn’t an option. Maybe a distraction instead…after all, The Master, particularly this incarnation, couldn’t resist bragging.
The Doctor made a loud and deliberate groan.
The Master just glanced back at him, casually.
“Oh, you’re awake.” He muttered. He then waved at the Dalek. “Keep an eye on him Fred.”
The Doctor blinked. Not the expected reaction. Perhaps he should try something else.
“So, this is your big plan, create an army of daleks, then take over?”
“Not really.” The Master responded, absent mindedly.
“Then… what’s with the daleks?” The Doctor said. “Just a hobby?”
The Master sighed. “Like I’ll tell you.”
“It’s like that eh?” The Doctor said. “I’ll just guess then. You’re going to have them do an all Dalek version of Swan Lake. Dunno if Tchaikovsky would have approved, then again, ol’ Pytor was always prone to depression. I remember this one time...”
“Oh, shut up.” The Master simply replied, still not taking his eyes off his work.
“Mind you, suppose it doesn’t matter.” The Doctor said. “Not like your plans gonna work.”
At that, The Master stopped, and spun around to face The Doctor.
“Oh, and how are *you* gonna stop me?” He said mockingly. “Not like you’ve got your Sonic Screwdriver to get you out of this one. Or are you gonna turn into Tinkerbell again?”
“Oh, I’m not the one you should be worrying about.” The Doctor said coolly.
“Oh, then who is?” The Master quizzed.
“Think about it.” The Doctor said plainly.
The Master’s thoughts raced. The perception filter stopped Torchwood or UNIT from seeing who he really was. And he’d taken care of every member of the Foundation that posed a threat. That only left one possible option.
“Donna.” The Master muttered.
“Oh yes.” The Doctor said. “The way I see it, anything happens to me, Donna would know. And trust me when I say, you don’t want to get on her bad side. Matter of fact, she might be wondering where I am right now.”
The Master paused. He wanted to point out she wouldn’t have any proof he was up to something, or who would listen to her anyway. But part of him was absolutely terrified. She’d already proven to be sharper, smarter and more resourceful than he’d imagined. There was no telling what she could do. As painful as it was to admit it, The Doctor was right. He’d have to let him go.
Before either of them could say anything more, a familiar noise filled the air. The Timelords turned simultaneously as they saw the TARDIS begin to take physical form again.
“What did you do?!” The Master yelled, as he grabbed The Doctor, and pulled him to his feet.
“I didn’t do anything!” The Doctor protested. “But I’m about to do something I’m gonna really, really regret.”
The Doctor desperately gripped his enemy’s face. Before The Master could do anything, The Doctor’s lips were on his.
Several feelings passed through The Master at once. Confusion, outrage, and a strange sense of enjoyment. But he then realized what The Doctor was doing. A genetic transfer, so he could escape the containment field.
The Master struggled to break free, but it was too late. The Doctor shoved him away, and dashed towards the TARDIS.
“SHOOT HIM!” The Master yelled at the Dalek. But before it could aim its gun, The Doctor had the TARDIS door open, and was inside.
The Doctor leaned against the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Safe.” He muttered to himself.
“Oh yeah?!” A voice cried.
Before The Doctor could react, he felt an almighty, stinging impact against his cheek.
“What part of no didn’t you understand, you stupid space-man?!” Donna shrieked. “N-O. Opposite of yes, as in, “No, don’t wipe my bleedin’ mind!’”
The Doctor rubbed his cheek.
“Ok, I deserved that.” He muttered. “But...”
Before he could continue, Donna slapped him again.
“OW!” The Doctor said. “What was that for?!”
“For setting off this bleedin’ meta-crisis! Thank you so much!”
“Don’t look at me!” The Doctor said defensively, “The TARDIS just took off! I was busy being target practice!”
“Oh, you are useless without me.” Donna said, and then with a laugh, she grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. She then pulled back.
“’Ere, were you eatin’ garlic?” She inquired.
The Doctor blushed. But before he could stammer an answer, The TARDIS shook slightly.
****************************************
The Master continued to whirr Fred’s gun with the sonic screwdriver. He would rip the TARDIS to pieces if he had to. The Dalek fired again, still nothing.
“Shit!” He said through gritted death. “Oh well, time to try something else.”
He pointed the screwdriver at the TARDIS itself.
“Turnabout is fair play, Doctor.”
*************************************
Sparks began to fly out of the central console.
“Oh no you don’t!” The Doctor yelled, as he raced to the controls. He fumbled in his pockets for the Sonic-Screwdriver. Suddenly, he felt something thump into his hand. It was another sonic-screwdriver. He looked up at Donna, who was grinning.
“Found it in the kitchen.” She explained.
The Doctor wasted no time, as he used its frequency to cancel out The Master’s efforts.
Meanwhile Donna had busied herself flipping various switches, and finally releasing the lever.
****************************************
The Master was helpless to watch as the TARDIS disappeared from view. No matter. What could The Doctor do anyway? He still had no idea what he was planning. And by the time he figured it out, it would be too late. Everything was ready. He just needed to give the word.
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