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It was as if the entire atmosphere had shifted â for a split second, the room ran cold, freezing over at her declaration. The tension drew on, taut fit to snap. A chill ran down the length of her spine, but her nerve held. The Chancellery guard closest placed the restraints around the Masterâs wrists, making certain not to maintain eye contact for too long as per Romanaâs request. The cuffs were keyed to the Time Lordâs bio data â should anything⌠happen along the way: they would know about it.
Not that she really suspected the Master fool enough to try anything yet.
But one could never be too careful, could they?
âAbsolutely. Do you have any preferences of reading material?â She asked nonchalantly, her tone smooth as silk and equally as soft, almost at ease.  âPerhaps the Art of War by Sun Tzu? Or is that a touch on the nose?â Romanaâs mouth twitched with the threat of a mirthless smile at her jest. She then returned her attention to the guards, melting back into all business and seriousness as she addressed them, âmake sure that he isnât seen. Use the passages the Deputy Coordinator outlined â do I make myself clear? If youâre caught, I trust you understand what to do and what it could mean for us all?â They nodded sharply in turn, a hand each placed tightly on either side of the Masterâs shoulders.  âGood. Then I shanât reiterate whatâs at stake. Dismissed.â
Her gaze caught his; even SHE could feel that â that pull.  âI shall see you soon, I expect.â
âGoodness me! All this cloak and dagger is really very invigorating, isnât it?â The Master chuckled to himself as he was taken away, that ice had vanished as quickly as it had arrived. âUntil we meet again, Lady Romana, I shall be looking forward to it.â
He made excellent small-talk with the guards, joking and laughing, entirely one-sided, naturally, only stopping when he was thrown into his cell and left at last to his own devices. The restraints clicked and allowed him to separate his wrists for now. He expected to find himself fatigued, but the regeneration was now little more than a buzzing beneath his fingertips, and his mind - never quiet - was still.
Three meals a day were brought to him by an ever changing routine of guards, and the war computer was heavily censored to keep sensitive information out of his hands, but on the fourth day he noticed something: heâd seen that guard before.
A tall, strong-looking androgynous Time Lord - theyâd brought him breakfast two nights ago and here they were with dinner. The Master smiled and thanked them gratefully, then paid a great deal of attention to their footsteps as they left him. Light and fast. Perfect.
Time flew by now that he had something, however small it might be, to work on. He heard them talking sometimes in the dead of night, when they thought he must be asleep. Anxious mutterings, war worries, family based dread. Dull stuff. Dull, but useful.
It was another week before the opportunity presented itself with that eveningâs meal.
âAh - itâs you! Voss, wasnât it?â There was no response, but the Time Lord couldnât hide their surprise that heâd learned a name. âOh, donât worry, donât worry! I had trouble sleeping the other night, you see, and I couldnât help overhear... Well, these are tough times for all of us, but those on the front lines, your brothers, wasnât it? Those are the true heroes.âÂ
There was a momentâs silence, a tension that the Master savoured.Â
âAnd here I am, nice and safe. Itâs just not fair, is it? After all the horrible things Iâve done. I have... not much, but enough shall we say, influence and wealth leftover from my youth, that I have absolutely no use for. Itâs all just going to waste! So why donât I give you the details, and then you can pass it on to your brothers. You get to help them and I get to tend to my conscience.â
âGo to Hell,â came the response. Then off wonât those footsteps.
The Master laughed. It was only a matter of time.
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Fail? Iâm alive, arenât I? Alive and once more in a rather fitting Time Lord form.As for power, well, such things do take time. If only there were some kind of enormous, universal conflict going on that a devious chap like myself might be able to take advantage of.Â
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Romana gave an incredulous laugh; really, she couldnât help herself. The damn audacity of him. How dare he think her idiotic enough to allow him access to HIS TARDIS, or to the Matrix â the war computers, perhaps, they could discuss that at a later date. She had to be careful not to overplay the hand she was dealt â the President was not aware of his resurrection, nor was the War Council â and Romana planned to keep it that way for now lest the whole thing go â what was that phrase Ace used? Pear shaped. He was only to be utilized when they were in the most dire of straits.
âYou canât be serious?â The incredulous-ness carrying from her laugh to her tone. Romanaâs brow furrowed; his voice was that of the silkiest velvet, rich and soothing and utterly, utterly, calm. Naught a hint of malice was laced in his words. It was incredibly deceptive.  Almost as if one listened long enough, they would be lulled into a false sense of security. The Time Lady made a note to rotate his security detail periodically â that, or, put a muzzle over his mouth⌠now, that idea was rather an appealing one. If a bit ludicrous. âYou think weâd just give you access to YOUR TARDIS? Let alone any sitting in the bays? Right from the get-go? Come now. Trust must be built, Master. Surely you can understand our⌠position?â
âNo. Youâre going to sit in your cell until Iâve need of you. Of course, I will be able to procure you some comforts in the meantime. For now, I think it best you REST. Your⌠regeneration was a ferocious one,â she couldnât help but be somewhat unnerved by his level headed-ness and apparent clarity, even if she would not openly admit it.â
Thereâs a momentâs pause, only a second, where the Master, while maintaining his soft smile and gentle demeanour, goes still. The air seems to have been sucked out of the room. His eyes flick to the guards; their guns; their throats. Then to Romana. When he speaks, any sign of his irritation has vanished.
âOf course, of course! Youâre in charge, after all. Until youâve seen fit to trust me, Iâll ask only for a cup of tea and perhaps something to read?â He turned to the guard closest to him, offered a smile and gestured with his arms to be restrained.
She would rotate the guards, that much was obvious, but he only needed a moment to find leverage, it wouldnât be difficult at all once he had access to their computers. So many soldiers, so many families torn apart, all the more easy to manipulate. He just had to be patient. He could do that. This new incarnation really was rather calm.
He had to anticipate her anticipations, outmanoeuvre the Gallifreyan war front and defy everyoneâs expectations of himself. That ought to keep him busy until the Doctor showed his head.Â
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At this point, she would expect any kind of reaction. But seeing the expression on The Masterâs face and the change in his voice? It was interesting. It gave her more information than she even realised. Moving forward again, she met his eyes, nodding slightly at him.
âYâtellinâ me. TARDIS didnât even have any trouble gettinâ here, either. So either I fell through a pretty big hole, or someone wants me here. I intend to find out. Butâ later.â She took a deep breath through her nose and somehow became even more fixated on The Master.
âThis time in your life is very bad. The things you have to do, the things they put you through, everythinâ. Time War brings out the worst in us, butâ I just want you tâknow, now I have yâhere and Iâm lookinâ at yâface to face⌠You are owed better than this. Much, much better. âNd Iâm sorry I didnât see it before. Iâm always so CAUGHT UP in mâself that I never focused on you - not as much as I should have at least.â She shook her head slightly. âBut youâre not one tâhave emotional convos at the best of times, let alone here, now. So letâs put a pin in it, ând focus. Whether you lied to me back there about whatâs going on right now or not - right here, right now, I have your back. No matter what. And considering this is the Time War, that statement means a whole lot more than it would do otherwise. So Iâd take advantage of it if I were you.â She gave him a pointed look.
He tried listening to her, he really did, but it appeared that the centuries beyond the war had not changed the Doctor at all, and his least favourite Time Lord was still spouting the same old heroic spiel as always. As such, the Master found himself zoning out quite unintentionally, nodding along with as much forced politeness as he could, which, for the Doctor, was not a great deal.
âRest assured, my dear Doctor, Iâll be taking full advantage of the situation.â
As if half an apology would ever be enough to settle the differences between them. As if there was anything the Doctor could say or do at this point to change the collision course the two renegades had been on for most of their lives now. No. There was no going back now. The Doctor had been offered time and time again the privilege of ruling side by side with the Master, and always his offer was rejected.Â
Heâd kill the Doctor, yes, eventually. After the war was won, after heâd made use of her unique mind to do what had to be done.
Without another glance back, the Master returned to climbing the stairway, up and up the tower, through doorwars and down further corridors, until the sound of panicked, hushed voices could be heard further down, and the constant crashing from the upper atmosphere sounded distantly; an ominous approach of destruction.Â
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The Doctor watched as the other emerged from the cage. Never a comforting sight to see, least of all while they were in the Time War. But she simply rose her head and watched. Gentle looking or not, she wasnât going to underestimate him. Not now, not ever. And as the other began to move, she instantly sprung into motion, walking behind him, following his every move.Â
Was it worth it, telling him who she was? Or would it just mess up the future?Â
She decided to take the bullet. Pausing at the stairs, she opened her mouth, beginning to say something before she saw that look, and the voice that travelled back to her. Closing her mouth, she just analysed him. Took him in. Best friend or not, it was scary to remember what he was capable of.
âItâs me.â She said, before sucking in some air and taking a few steps towards him. âItâs The Doctor. Not the best reveal of the century butâ whatever. Yâshould know; I know how this all turns out. I know about those drums, I know whether you live or die. âNd I know just how much you hate this.â She shifted her head up slightly, allowing only a short smile. âI have no idea why Iâm here, honestly. But here I am. So lead the way.â
The Master froze.
There was no denying it; no doubting it. He simply knew. Her revelation undid whatever restraint in his mind had been keeping him so blind. Everything she said was true, all of it. Worst of all, it placed him in the past. Something that had happened. Another mere historical event. The Doctor, but not his Doctor. His Doctor, from what he gathered, had renounced his title in order to wage war. Ever the coward.
They won, then. Thatâs what this means. The Doctorâs survival guarantees their victory. How terribly reassuring. The future looked so ordinary.Â
The drums, though. Heâd never told the Doctor about that. That almost managed to unsettle him, but he didnât let it show.
âDoctor,â his voice lowered somewhat, the warmth no longer present, âI must say I wasnât counting on this.â
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That was reassurance. A bit of knowledge. The Master may go back on it, and in all honesty, she was expecting him to. This was him at his worst. The Time War, the manipulation - the drumming. She wasnât sure why she was here, what caused her to come and what she was doing standing in front of The Master at this particular point in their lives, at this particular point in the Time War. But all she could do was her best. And if that meant letting The Master out and keeping a close eye on him - that meant letting The Master out and keeping a close eye on him.
But then he ordered her. Do as your told. Wonât ask again. With a roll of her eyes, she muttered something under her breath before stepping backwards, and pointing the sonic at the lock. âIâm stayinâ with you.â She looked back at him. âWhateverâs happening, youâre not leaving my sight. Oh and, donât order me around. You are the extent of my involvement. Iâm not going to influence things more by running around like yâlittle pet. Okay?â She gave him a small look, lowering the sonic as the latch burst open.Â
ââDo you even know who I am?â She asked, suddenly, realising that he actually hadnât acknowledged her name, her status or even their past, throughout the entirety of the conversation. It had only just occurred to her. Moreso than the idea of having to experience part of the Time War again.Â
âWho you are? My dear, I couldnât conceivably care less.â
The light of her sonic screwdriver reflected in his eyes like fire, just for a moment, then the lock clicked and the Master slowly opened the door. He was at once a non-threatening figure; old and gentle looking, and entirely imposing once one looked beneath the surface.Â
âNow, I have work to attend to. Shadow me all you wish; I shanât be responsible for your safety, however.â He took off down the prison hallway, past a few cells each filled with no more than bones, then came to another locked door. With a flourish, he concealed the movements of his hands, keeping his back to her, then the lock clicked and the door creaked open. Easy as Pi.
The open door revealed a stone stairway flanked with flaming torches, one of which the Master took for his own to better light the way. He began to ascend the stairs with a haste ill-fitting of his apparent age, then glanced back at her with a look of utter contempt. His outline was pitch black in the light of the fire.
âComing, my dear?â
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The Doctorâs eyes shifted to the tapping. Something that she was expecting at some point during this conversation. Glancing back towards him as he spoke, she couldnât help but smile a bit. He was doing two things there. Guilt - people are going to die. And fear - the council. Neither of which she was going to rise to. Because there was something that she was trying to mentally prepare herself - ever since she had figured out that this was the Time War. And that was getting back into the frame of mind, that this was war. There were casualties. And while The Doctor wanted to help and save every single one that she could, she was more concerned with how much she could trust The Master to tell her the truth.
She shifted, leaning forward a bit, her eyes on his. âPeople die. This is a war. As for the council, they donât scare me.â She glanced to his hand on the bar again, lingering there for a moment before tilting her head up, and looking back towards him.Â
âThe only way youâre going to get out of here is if tell me exactly what youâre going to do. What this great mission is. Who are you saving, how are you going to save themâ because the thing is, Master, I know you. More than youâd like. And thereâs no way Iâm going to let you out of this cell without some kind of reassurance. You got that?âÂ
That actually made him laugh. A bitter, hollow chuckle that echoed around the confines of his dark cell. The cold disinterest in the casualties of war was one heâd come to expect from his fellow Time Lords, but not fearing the War Council was a rarity indeed. Perhaps this woman was, like him, another renegade. They were becoming more and more common these days.
She seemed old. That much he sensed. Older perhaps than any Time Lord heâd ever met, and there was something else, something his mind and his circumstances seemed to be refusing to let him piece together.
âThe Daleks are bombarding the planetary shield. Theyâll fracture it in a matter of hours. I happen to have obtained a few key Dalek codes that would prove rather troublesome if broadcast beyond the shield and into their fleet.â The codes were kept nice and safe within his mind, where no one could take them. âSo long as the native population agree to my terms and the terms of the Council, theyâll be saved. But if youâd rather watch them all get exterminated Iâm quite content to pull up a seat and join you.â
âIf, however, you want to win the war, I suggest you do as youâre told, and open the door. You know who I am. You know what I can do. You know how vital my role in this mess is. I wonât ask again.â
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âOpen the door.â He repeated softly.
Open the door.Â
The Master was dangerous. And as much as she wanted to trust him, she knew that this was probably the most dangerous regeneration of all. It wasnât something she wanted to poke, or mess with, or anger. If it was up to her, sheâd just up, and leave. But The TARDIS was drawn here, without even so much as a fight, through the time lock. It was almost impossible for there to not be any kind of intervention, which meant that somebody wanted her to be here, at this point. OR⌠there was a breach in the seal. And her being there only proved that. If things could get inâŚÂ things could get out.
And that was when she started to remember. The Time War was something that she had pushed to the back of her mind, dealt with in her stride. She didnât think about it, beyond the amount it took to respectfully recognise the people who died every so often. But being here, seeing him? She closed her eyes, giving herself a small moment to process it and push those memories away.
It worked.
When the Master stood, The Doctor mirrored him, head tilting up slightly as she finally got a good look at him. This was definitely The Master. She was glad that at least her own judgements werenât clouded.
âI canât do that.â She took a deep breath, before instantly following up with a; âNot yet. Not âtill I know everythinâ I need tâknow. Sorry.â She gave him an almost sympathetic look. But she knew not to give The Master too much to pick up on. The more he knew, the more heâd use. âLet me rephrase the question from before. How long has it been for you?â
Who was this woman with her incessant questions? She didnât have the manner of one of Cardinal Ollistraâs little pawns, nor the mad devotion of one of Rassilonâs fanatics. That outfit, like something pieced together by a lunatic from the last dregs of a charity shop. It stirred old resentments in the back of his mind. It almost looked like something he would wear.
The Master took a step closer to the gate between them, reaching out with a gloved hand to caress one of the bars. Tap, tap, tap, tap.Â
âIf you donât let me out now, people are going to die, my dear. You and I last of all, I suspect. Iâm here on behalf of the Time Lords to save these people and if you choose to complicate my mission... Well, the War Council donât take kindly to traitors, do they?â He spoke quietly, his voice like silk wrapped around a dagger, enticing and uncharacteristically reasonable.Â
âIâll be delighted to answer your questions once weâre both safe. If youâd be so kind.â
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Good Lord, it was like listening to a scratched record - what a dreadful accent. Beyond that irritating detail there was something about her, something familiar, but for the life of him he just couldnât place it. Time Lords these days were so hard to keep track of, always regenerating. In any case, he really didnât like her tone at all.
âThe Time War has raged for eternity. Thereâs not a moment in history untouched by it.â He leaned forwards in his cell, closer to the bars, those blue eyes narrowing. That was a sonic screwdriver. âOpen the door and Iâll be more than happy to answer your questions. Iâm on a secret mission, you see.â He sounded far too jovial about that. Any man who could sound close to gleeful in times as dark as those couldnât ever be trusted.
There was something off about her. The way she spoke of the war being sealed. Yes, that was common knowledge, theyâd done so to keep the Daleks away from Gallifreyâs past, but what else had she said? Iâm not supposed to be here. Those words took hold in the Masterâs mind and brought with them a number of dangerous, troubling ideas.
He stood at last and approached the bars. He was well dressed, in a three piece black suit of velvet, with white hair and a beard to match. He was unmistakably and immutably the Master, but if he recognised her, he didnât show it.
âOpen the door.â He repeated softly.
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Being confined to a cell was not precisely part of the Masterâs plan, but it was a surprise he took in his stride. What good were plans if one was unable to adapt them on a whim, after all? He could escape, of course, but truthfully, he was happy to lurk and wait for his captors to come crawling back to him.
Oh, yes, theyâd return. This world wasnât safe. The planetary shield would crack in a matter of hours without his assistance and the primitive little natives would be wiped out. All he had to do was wait. Theyâd turn over what he wanted and in return heâd save them. Perhaps. If the mood struck. Truthfully he was still mulling over just what he was going to do to them when he heard it:Â that wheezing, groaning, sputtering sound. A TARDIS. An old one, from the sound of it. A rescue mission? For him? How touching.Â
A womanâs voice. A woman? Alone? This was going to be too easy. Something buzzed on the other side of his cell and the appearance of a sudden torch gave him plenty of shadows to lurk within; a set of piercing blue eyes in the darkness gazing out.Â
âOh dear. Are you here to rescue me?â
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For the first time since their conversation had started that question elicited something from the Time Lady. A flash of unreadable emotion flickered behind her eyes, gone as quickly as it had manifested.
ââ â Off world as per usual. You canât honestly think that heâd willingly involve himself in this? Quite the contrary. Heâs trying to put as much distance between himself and the Time Lords as possible,â what she didnât say, was that she couldnât blame him for his decision, especially with the power mad WAR COUNCIL becoming all the MORE powerful every passing micro span, âhe helps where he can, but otherwiseâŚâ Romana trailed off clasping her hands tightly at the small of her back as if to keep herself in check.
âAs you can imagine, the Time Lords are hardly the most⌠popular beings across the universe at the moment. Not that we were before this conflict started, but this certainly isnât helping things along. The lines are becoming blurred. The Time Lords are losing sight of who they truly are⌠and itâs â itâs â terrifying. I donât know if we can win this war. And if we canât⌠well, thatâs the end of everything.âÂ
âIndeed,â the Masterâs tone was initially one of utter apathy. How dare he not be here for this. The thought of the Doctor fighting a war, however, that almost made up for the sheer rudeness his archenemy was displaying. âOf course,â his tone shifted one of grave concern, âall those countless innocent lives lost, worlds destroyed in senseless acts of depraved violence - dreadful business, just dreadful.â He sounded sincere, but he always sounded sincere.
For a moment the Time Lord stood still. It was remarkable how composed he was mere moments after regenerating; resurrecting, even. But the Masterâs focus kept him steady, it drew the eye and mind to his voice and will. Even for the initiated, he had an unnervingly comforting way of speaking, a certainty that made you want to put him in charge.
âWorry not, Lady Romana,â he said, âyou have my full support. Iâll need only a handful of things to assist me before I can assist you. Namely, my TARDIS and access to the Matrix or at the very least your war computers.âÂ
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Romana did not look away.
âFor war,â she stated simply, not willing to give him too much detail too soon, âpainful as it is for me to admit, you are one of the most brilliant minds the Time Lords have ever created. Strategic, logical, cold and above all: ruthless â more or less perfect.â And given that the Doctor didnât want to involve himself in anything at all relating to the war â her only choice. She nodded to the guards on either side of the Master, âNow, these two gentlemen are under strict instruction not to let you out of their sight.â
She leaned in close, and Narvin cleared his throat rather pointedly.
âThey are not susceptible to your brand of⌠suggestion, so I would abandon that train of thought if I were you.â The Time Lady straightened, satisfied that she had covered all her bases for now. He wouldnât try anything, at least, not yet: she wasnât fool enough to think heâd sit quietly in his cell like a good little solider, however. Oh no, she knew he would bide his time⌠heâd help, of course, as long as it was in his best interest to do so. âTheyâll show you to your new accommodations, and Iâll leave you to get settled in, shall I? Any questions?âÂ
The Master couldnât help but chuckle at that, as if this were a social gathering of old friends sharing a joke from years past. Suggestion, was it? Clearly they had him entirely figured out. Nothing to do now but line up and do as he was told, for the good of the war effort.Â
War. Yes, heâd assumed as much. That had been looming for a long time now and was the only thing dire enough for these circumstances. The Master was amused as anyone to find himself more than happy to support the Time Lords. They were, after all, his side. For the moment at least.
âSuch suspicion!â His tone remained light and far too warm. âDid I not make it clear to you all? Iâm better now.â He didnât expect them to buy it for a second, but it was true. Partially. He was better in all the ways that mattered to him and worse in the ways that would matter to those who stood in his way.Â
âThese are to be my plucky companions?â He regarded the two for a moment, then shrugged. âI suppose theyâll have to do, wonât they. But I do have one question. I have to admit, I was expecting to see someone else here when I opened my eyes.â
âWhere is the Doctor?â
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- âMine.â
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