The Man Who Regrets : Doctor Who [1] ✓

20 : Last of the Time Lords (Part 2)

The guards bring Martha in onto the Flight Deck. Clive, Francine and Tish are already there on one side, and Jack and Violet on the other. They’re all facing the Master, Lucy and an aged beyond recognition Doctor, and it hurts Violet to see what remains of the good of her species to be reduced to this by what remains of the evil of her species.

The Master holds out his hand towards Martha. “Your teleport device, in case you thought I’d forgotten.”

Martha throws Jack’s Vortex Manipulator to the Master.

“And now, kneel. Down below, the fleet is ready to launch. Two hundred thousand ships set to burn across the universe. Are we ready?” A voice makes a reply and the Master grins widely. “Three minutes to align the black hole converters. Counting down. I never could resist a ticking clock. My children, are you ready?”

“We will fly and blaze and slice,” the Toclafane chorus. “We will fly and blaze and slice.”

“At zero, to mark this day, the child Martha Jones, will die. My first blood. Any last words?”

Martha remains quiet, but Violet makes a scoffing sound at the words “my first blood” coming from the murderer’s lips.

“No? Such a disappointment, this one. Days of old, Doctor, you had companions who could absorb the Time Vortex. This one’s useless. Bow your head. And so it falls to me, as Master of all, to establish from this day, a new order of Time Lords. From this day forward “

Martha laughs quietly and Violet can’t help the amused quirk of her lips.

“What?” the Master demands. “What’s so funny?”

“A gun.”

“What about it?”

“A gun in four parts?”

“Yes, and I destroyed it.”

“A gun in four parts scattered across the world? I mean, come on, did you really believe that?”

“What do you mean?”

“As if I would ask her to kill,” the Doctor admonishes in an ancient voice.

The Master shrugs and grins. “Oh well, it doesn’t matter. I’ve got her exactly where I want her.”

“But I knew what Professor Docherty would do,” Martha rebukes. “The Resistance knew about her son. I told her about the gun, so she’d get me here at the right time.”

“Oh, but you’re still going to die.”

“Don’t you want to know what I was doing, travelling the world?”

“Tell me.”

“I told a story, that’s all. No weapons, just words. I did just what the Doctor said. I went across the continents all on my own. And everywhere I went, I found the people, and I told them my story. I told them about the Doctor. And I told them to pass it on, to spread the word so that everyone would know about the Doctor.”

“Faith and hope? Is that all?”

“No, because I gave them an instruction, just as the Doctor said.” Martha stands up. “I told them that if everyone thinks of one word, at one specific time.”

“Nothing will happen. Is that your weapon? Prayer?”

“Right across the world, in word, just one thought at one moment but with fifteen satellites.”

“What?” the Master demands in disbelief.

“The Archangel Network,” Jack reminds the murderer with a grin, Violet’s soft laughter echoing his words.

“A telepathic field binding the whole human race together, with all of them, every single person on Earth, thinking the same thing at the same time,” Martha continues. “And that word is Doctor.”

Zero. The Doctor and his cage starts to glow, and the Master begins to freak out at that, telling him to stop - telling them all to stop. Jack helps Violet up from the floor, and she stands on weak and shaking legs beside the 51st Century time traveller.

“Doctor,” Jack recites, eyes closed. “Doctor.”

Violet smiles gently at the ancient man she’s come to love more than she should. “Doctor. My Doctor.”

“Doctor,” Francine repeats.

The crowd on the monitor chant his name.

Lucy closes her eyes. “Doctor.”

The Doctor is back to his previous centegenarian form. “I’ve had a whole year to tune myself into the psychic network and integrate with its matrices.”

Everyone continues to say his name despite the Master’s commands to stop.

“The one thing you can’t do. Stop them thinking.” The Doctor is back to his normal appearance. “Tell me the human race is degenerate now, when they can do this.”

Martha runs to Francine and Tish for a group hug, and Violet clings to Jack’s side.

“No!” The Master fires laser screwdriver at the Doctor, but the energy field is still around him and it doesn’t get through.

“I’m sorry,” the Doctor murmurs. “I’m so sorry.”

“Then I’ll kill them.”

The Doctor stretches out his hand and the screwdriver flies from the Master’s hand. It’s a sight to see: the Doctor floating towards the Master, and the latter curling up into a ball in the corner as the conversation progresses and the Doctor puts his arms around him. Violet would make an adoring sound if the monster in the Doctor’s arms had any version of human decency, but he doesn’t.

The Doctor turns to Jack and Violet. “Captain, the paradox machine!”

“You men, with me!” Jack places Violet on the floor of the Flight Deck and kisses her forehead. “You stay here.”

The Doctor spots the Master activating the Vortex Manipulator, and grabs it with a cry of “No!”. They both disappear to the quarry, leaving six billion spheres heading right for everyone left on the Valiant.

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