Part 4

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MASTER'S POV:

"No!" The Doctor yells, his voice echoing through the halls of the Pandorica. "No, this... This isn't right!"

"Shut up!" I snarl back at him, the straight-jacket preventing me from killing him right then and there.

"Uh, D-Doctor..." His blonde companion stutters.

"Not now, Rose. Just not now." He dismisses her, completely ignoring the lower life-form.

"But Doc - " she's cut off again, this time, by the Pandorica guards.

"Any comment, Doctor?"

"Timelord. He's a Timelord. Like me." He replies.

"And - " His speech is interrupted.

"WELL EXCUSE ME!" Another one of the Doctor's companions shouts. This time, it's the ginger one. "I think Rose has something to say, Doctor." She shoots an icy glare at him.

He's weak. He backs off.

"The Master was sent back, along with Lord President Rassilon, to the Time War. If the Master's here now... Doesn't that mean that the Time War also has a likelihood of reappearing too? You know, with the Daleks and stuff?" She queries.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, Doctor?" I laugh back at him. "The blonde one's got a point."

DOCTOR'S POV:

I back off into my bunch of companions, almost knocking Martha over.

"So, is that it for the hearing?" Jack inquires. "On Earth ya gotta go to court and stuff..."

"Yes, Jack. A Pandorica 'hearing' is to have someone who is likely to know the accused have a conversation with the convict to gather information for the Shadow Proclamation." I explain half-heartedly. Well, one-heartedly.

Martha and Donna catch up with us, and Rose is still fuming from my ignorance back at the Master's cell. "I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry. Come on Rose, please?" I plead for forgiveness.

Puppy eyes.

Rose Tyler's one weakness, he he.

We rush back to the TARDIS, in a sort-of orderly fashion, as you would at the most authorised organisation in the universe.

We cram ourselves into the TARDIS, and slam the door.

I slide the door open just a crack, and poke my head 'round the corner.

"You might want this!" I call to the nearest guard, tossing the prisoner information file I filled out onto a desk.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short guys! -M

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