Chapter Eleven Knock, Knock
Back on the TARDIS, everyone on board was exhausted from battling the Dalek-Cyberman army. “They don’t want to give up….persistent sons of bitches.” All of a sudden, a bright light appeared, nearly blinding the crew. “Blimey, what’s happening now?” The light began to fade until it was out of sight, “They’re gone….every single one of them….too….but how?” No one knew except the Doctors, “Davros. But we defeated him not too long ago…” The Eleventh Doctor continued on, “Unless….no. It can’t be. He can’t be.” Confused, Gwen questioned the Doctors, “He who? If it isn’t Davros, then who could it be? Doctor?” Captain Jack answered for the Doctors, “The Master. Their evil counterpart. Well, more like their evil brother. The Master of all Evil. Master of all Daleks, Cybermen, Hoixes….every evil thing that has existed.” Then, there was a knock at the door. “Well, someone better get that.” As Ianto walked towards the door of the TARDIS, both Doctors followed him.
“Hello, brother. You look well.” The Tenth Doctor questioned the Master, “Why the hell are you here?” Turning around, the Master grinned, “What? I can’t get any hospitality from my dear brother? Besides, the last place that I stayed at, I couldn’t get any sleep because of ingrates shouting EXTERMINATE every second and not to mention that it has been quite some time since we have last seen each other, so why can we not catch up?” Grumbling, the Eleventh Doctor told him that there wasn’t anything to catch up on, “So why don’t you go back to Hell? Where you belong?” Laughing, the Master told him that he couldn’t go back. “You see, my ride dumped me here on Gallifrey after we had an argument about quiet time so here I am-whoa, be careful where you point that thing, brother. You don’t know what could happen if it goes, boom pow boom boom…whoosh!”
The Tenth Doctor put his sonic screwdriver back in his coat pocket, “It’s not a thing, it’s a screwdriver, a very powerful screwdriver indeed. Anyway, tell me why you sent Daleks and Cybermen to kill my crew.” Sitting down on the swivel chair and propping his legs on the control panel, the Master questioned the Doctors, “Well, why would you think that I sent them? All of a sudden, the Tenth Doctor grabbed the Master’s throat, nearly choking him. “Because, brother. You almost caused an Apocalypse that almost killed my fiancée and my unborn child.Oh, there’s something you didn’t know. I’m engaged. I’m going to be a father, and I’m going to kick your ass.” Congratulating his brother, the Master asked how far his fiancée was in her pregnancy, “Three months. And I’m getting married after all of this is over and you’re back in Hell. Now, tell me. Why the hell are you here?” The Master began to make choking noises due to the Tenth Doctor’s brute grip on his throat.
“Doctor, you’re killing him! Let him go! Stop!” The Eleventh Doctor grabbed the Tenth Doctor from killing the Master, despite the fact that he, himself, wanted him dead as well. Regaining his breath, the Master explained to the crew that a storm was brewing, “Well, yeah. We know that, genius. It’s literally raining Daleks and thundering Weeping Angels in London. And how can you convince us that you’re not behind this calamity?”
The Master began to explain to the crew that he made a pact with Davros shortly before his death that he would be the one to take his place, “It was a deal that I couldn’t refuse. Besides, Hell became too boring for me to stay. Look, after Davros died, the Daleks betrayed my kingdom and killed my people. I tried to stop them, but like I said, Davros was their God, and when he died, they died with him. I could say that I am a part of this mayhem, but I want to stop them myself.” Ianto asked the Tenth Doctor if he was actually buying his plea, “He almost killed us! He ruined my favorite pair of pants too!” Ignoring Ianto, the Tenth Doctor helped the Master down from the chair, “As much as I hate saying this, but….welcome aboard.”
