Come With Me (A Multi-Doctor Story)

7. Star of Rassilon

A/N: Decided to update early. I hope you enjoy. :D

I'll probably refer to the younger Grace as "Grace I" and the older Grace as "Grace II" a lot now, just to keep them straight. It'll probably get really confusing soon. :c ...or maybe :D 

I don't know... Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. This is where it really twists and turns and brings in some characters that we haven't talked about for a few chapters! YES! Hope you enjoy. :) ~Shadow   2014-04-25

      11 wiped his forehead, now finished fixing the dematerialization error that had previously plagued the TARDIS and caused her to stop in 1999. 

      "Shouldn't be too much of a problem to fix back here." the Doctor said to the open air, "Just a bit of paradox energy." He frowned as he thought of the Weeping Angels. They could easily be here like a bear to honey before the TARDIS's engines had stopped echoing their departure. But they might not come here. There wouldn't be too much left when they left. It would fade quickly, as well as the fact that the Angels were probably an after-the-fact problem that his eighth self might have take care of later--earlier, rather.   

      He bounded out of his own TARDIS and made certain to lock it. The Master didn't need another TARDIS to mess with! Well, with any luck he wouldn't mess with his old TARDIS. 

     Or, maybe that would be ill luck for the Master not to mess with his old TARDIS. 

    "Wouldn't that mess up my time stream even more?" he asked himself. He frowned and nodded before walking to the park. As he walked through the park, he remembered his first kiss with Grace by that large tree in the park. Would it still happen now? Everything was changed. He wasn't certain of the memories of his eighth self anymore. This second accidental landing in San Francisco had changed everything that the thought he knew about his first experiences in his eighth body. At least some things would remain the same, like his relationship with Grace--at least he hoped they would. He couldn't tell anything for sure until he and his eighth self dematerialized in their TARDISes. 

     He gently pushed on the door, only slightly surprised to find it open. What he was surprised about, however, was the prescence of the Master..... and Grace! The younger Grace. 

    11 couldn't stop himself from exclaiming her name in surprise. The Master, whose back had been turned to the Doctor, turned to face his foe and smiled. 

     "Ah, Doctor! Nice to see you again--and to hear someone else without an accent!" he grinned with as much tooth as evil. 

     "Can't say the same to you, Master." he said, looking at the Gallifreyan in the body of an innocent human, "Is this what you've sunken down to? Using a deathworm morphant to come back to life? Isn't that a bit uncomfortable?" 11 had no idea why he was asking the Master such trivial questions, so he moved on, "You're taking the body of an innocent! Didn't you task me to spread your ashes on Gallifrey? How am I supposed to do that now? Your remains are tainted! Blackened ashes like yours shouldn't be spread on mountains of Solace and Solitude, nor even in the gutters of a pub! They should be left to mix with the soil of the Daleks!" he spat, angry now. He pushed away memories of the latest incarnation of the Master. The one who was revived for the Time War. 

      The Master chuckled, making it echo throughout the pocket universe of the TARDIS, "Doctor! You always were one for second chances! This is my second chance, isn't it?" 

      "Your second chance was over long ago!" 11 called. He didn't mention that his second chance would come  to him in the future. The Master didn't need knowledge like that. He would be ruthless and unforgiving with knowledge like that--or rather, more ruthless and more unforgiving. He turned to Grace, who had been silent all the while that the two Gallifreyans had been having their yelling fest, "Grace! Why have you turned to him? He won't bring you anything! He'll only bring you death and destruction! Come back to me, Grace! He's pure evil, you don't want to be influenced by that, do you? You want to help people! You're a Doctor! A surgeon! You're someone that helps others, you don't kill! If you stay with him, that's all that you'll do! Kill and destroy, cause people pain and misery!" he pleaded to her. She didn't seem to hear him.