52 : End of Time (Part 5)
So, I wasn't planning this either...
- Chey xo -
Minutes pass, and the Doctor has been bound and gagged, strapped upright to a trolley, by the Guard-Masters, Wilfred has been tied to a chair nearby. Violet, however, is free from restraints as she sits on a cushioned chair, her blue-grey eyes never leaving her father
“Now then, I’ve got a planet to run,” the Master declares. “Is everybody ready?”
“Six billion, seven hundred and twenty seven million, nine hundred and forty nine thousand three hundred and thirty eight versions of us awaiting orders,” the Naismith-Master informs on a screen.
“This is Washington,” the Obama-Master says on the screen. “As President of the United States, I can transfer all the United Nations protocols to you immediately, putting you in charge of all the Earth’s defences.
“UNIT HQ, Geneva reporting,” the General-Master says on screen. “All under your command, sir.
“And this is the Central Military Commission here in Beijing, sir, with over two point five million soldiers, sir,” the Chinese-Master informs on screen. “Present arms!”
“Enough soldiers and weapons to turn this planet into a warship,” the Master says with a smile. “Nothing to say, Doctor? What’s that? Pardon? Sorry?”
“You let him go, you swine,” Wilfred hisses.
“Oh, your dad’s still kicking up a fuss.”
“Yeah? Well, I’d be proud if I was.”
“Hush, now. Listen to your Master.” His eyes widen in disbelief as a phone rings. “But that’s a mobile.”
“Yeah, it’s mine,” Wilfred confirms. “Let me turn it off.”
“No, no, no, no, no. I don’t think you understand. Everybody on this planet is me. And I’m not phoning you, so who the hell is that?”
“It’s nobody. I tell you, it’s nothing. It’s probably one of them ring-back calls.”
The Master searches Wilfred’s pockets and finds the revolver. “Ooo, and look at this. Good man!” He tosses it on the floor and gets the phone. “Donna. Who’s Donna?”
“She’s no one. Just leave it.”
The Time Lord answers the phone and Donna’s panicked voice flies out.
“Gramps, don’t hang up,” Donna begs. “You’ve got to help me. I ran out, but everyone was changing.”
“Who is she?” the Master demands. “Why didn’t she change?”
“Gramps, I can’t hear you.”
“Well, it was this thing the Doctor did,” Wilfred says. “He did it to her.”
“The Metacrisis,” Violet muses.
“Oh, he loves playing with Earth girls,” the Master spits. “Ugh!”
Violet stays seated as she listens to the Master - her father - order his minions to kill Donna - one of the people she’s grown close to in the past few months. There’s nothing she can do when she hears Wilfred order his granddaughter to get out of wherever she is; to run away. However, she turns to one of the screens behind her and sonics it with her watch, making it show up security footage of the alleyway that Donna is in.
“What do I do?” Donna asks, panicked.
“Run, sweetheart, that’s all,” Wilfred replies. “Run for your life!”
Two Master lookalikes block Donna in an alleyway. “There’s more of them.”
“Donna? What’s happening? Are you still there?”
“Look, I’m telling you to run, Donna.” There’s desperation in the older male’s voice. “Just run, sweetheart. Just run.”
“It’s not just them. I can see those things again. Those creatures. Why can I see a giant wasp?”
“Donna, don’t think about that. Donna, my love don’t!”
“And it hurts. My head. It keeps getting hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter!” Golden energy surges from Donna, travelling along the alleyway and knocking down the Chiswick-Masters. “What did I…?” Donna collapses.
“Donna? What was that? Donna? Donna, are you there? Donna.! Donna! Donna!”
The Doctor is smiling when Violet turns around, and he winks cheekily, aggravating the Master. The Master goes over and removes his gag.)
“That’s better. Hello,” the Doctor says. “But really, did you think I’d leave my best friend without a defence mechanism?”
“Doctor?” Wilfred demands. “What happened?”
“She’s all right. She’s fine, I promise. She’ll just sleep.”
“Tell me, where’s your TARDIS?” the Master demands
“You could be so wonderful,” the Doctor muses sadly.
“Where is it?”
“You’re a genius. You’re stone cold brilliant, you are. I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honour. Because you don’t need to own the universe, just see it. To have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That’s ownership enough.”
“Would it stop, then? The noise in my head?” He jabs a finger at Violet. “The noise in her head?”
“I can help.”
“I don’t know what I’d be without that noise.”
“I wonder what I’d be, without you.”
“What does he mean?” Wilfred asks. “What noise?”
“It began on Gallifrey, as children. Not that you’d call it childhood. More a life of duty,” the Master says distastefully. “Eight years old. I was taken for initiation, to stare into the Untempered Schism.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s a gap in the fabric of reality,” the Doctor supplies. “You can see into the Time Vortex itself.”
“And it hurts,” Violet murmurs, startling both Time Lords.
“They took me there in the dark,” the Master continues, his voice turning crazier by the second. “I looked into time, old man, and I heard it calling to me. Drums. The never ending drums.”
“How do you know it hurts?” the Doctor asks the young girl sitting leisurely on her chair.
Violet’s lips twitch and her eyes darken. “I’ve been to Gallifrey, and I looked into the Schism. I went back before the Time War and spent some time with the Gallifreyans, but that was before the Council of Time Lords found me after one of the times I Regenerated and took me to become a Time Lord.” She absently runs her blunt nails over the flesh of inner left arm. “I was there when you two became Time Lords and I was there at the start of the Time War, but I left when it truly began. I’d heard enough stories to know the devastation it would bring, so I left before I was caught up in it.”