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Chapter Nineteen
The landing platform of the Valiant was clear and cool, riding in almost ghostly silence through a cloudless, star-lit sky. While it had once been a hive of activity – busy and alive with people, planes, lights – it was now all but empty; silent. The tarmac sparkled under the dim illumination of distant stars, but nothing else broke the constant darkness.
                The President’s jet still stood, alone and unused on the runway: the sole reminder of what had come before. It was like a museum piece, a relic of an ancient civilisation, now distant and half forgotten. In some ways, thought the Doctor, it was.
                The fresh air hit him like a drug. He had spent so long in sterile, recycled air that he had almost forgotten the smell of it; the feel of the wind as it swept across his face. It felt like he’d been holding his breath for weeks, and now his lungs burned as he breathed it in deep, trying to keep the memory of it in his mind. After all, he had no idea when he would experience it again.
                The Master strode past him silently, raising his eyes to the sky, the tarmac crackling quietly underneath his feet. He had been unusually silent, speaking only to tell the Doctor not to try anything: that he needed permission to go through any door. After that, he had simply led; stopping at the doors to slide his ring across them; granting the Doctor temporary access to temporary freedom.
                “Do you miss it?”
                For a moment, the Doctor wondered where the words came from. The Master still had his eyes raised to the sky. He frowned deeply.
                The silence tore the Master’s gaze away. He looked over, matching the Doctor’s frown with one of his own. “Your beloved Tardis, Doctor. Do you miss it?”
                The Doctor took a moment to analyse the look on the Master’s face. It was unreadable. Whatever was going through the Master’s mind didn’t filter through to his face.
                The Doctor sighed. He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter now.” His voice turned bitter, his tone sharp. “You tore her apart.”
                The Master tilted his head back and smiled widely, his eyes wrinkled in amusement. “You still call it she.” He raised an eyebrow. “Let’s not delve into the psychology of that one.”
                The Doctor didn’t rise to the bait. The night air was soothing as it was cold; easing the terrible sickness that had overwhelmed him just a few hours ago. It made his head clearer. The little white room that the Master had designed for him seemed tailor-made to sap his strength. Up here in the open darkness the claustrophobia and the despair seemed to fade. He stuck his hands deep into his newly-dry jacket and stretched his legs, walking the vast expanse of blackness towards the only feature on the platform: the empty jet.
                “Pathetic, isn’t it?” He heard the Master say, “Sometimes I wonder how a primitive species like this made it to the end of time.”
                The Doctor reached out and touched the nose of the jet, savouring the touch of something new, even if it was cold, black metal. “They worked for it.” He muttered reverently, almost to himself. “Long and hard. From fire to the wheel; from the wheel to the Moon.” His eyes flickered sadly. “…And you destroyed it.”
                The Master snorted, a snarl of contempt on his face. “This regeneration. It’s sentimental. You can tell you’re getting old.”
                “Oh sentimentality has nothing to do with it.” The Doctor raised his eyebrows and looked over his shoulder. “I’ve seen enough civilisations die to last me a lifetime.”
                The Master looked into his face, tilting his head slightly in a contemplative frown. A moment later he bowed his head and smiled triumphantly, lips sliding back over his teeth. “Patience, Doctor.” He whispered loudly. “You’re about to see one rise.”
                The Doctor turned his face away once more, gritting his teeth in frustration. He wished he could make the Master see; make him understand what was so wrong. He didn’t want to admit to himself the ugly truth: that there might not be enough left of him to understand.
                “A civilisation founded on slavery and war and fear?” He growled. “What you’ve got down there isn’t a civilisation, it’s a slaughter house.”
                The Master laughed. “I thought you were over this little obsession?” He walked up behind the Doctor, leaning over his shoulder. “Did I bang your head too hard against that wall? Do you even remember what those apes are?”
                The Doctor sighed, still touching the nose of the jet. The pain of it still stung. “I remember.” He muttered. “But that still doesn’t give you the right to do this.”
                The Master stayed in place for a moment, still leaning over the Doctor’s shoulder. He clenched his jaw in frustration, eyes narrowed at the side of the other Timelord’s face. The Doctor’s eyes lidded just slightly at the closeness, but he stood his ground. Eventually the Master let out a forceful breath of irritation and backed away.
                The Doctor closed his eyes as the presence of the Master faded a little, swallowing back the instinct that had told him to turn around. He heard the Master’s footsteps recede across the platform and looked up at the stars. It made him feel homesick.
                “Do you remember, back home on Gallifrey,” The Master shouted a moment later. The word made the Doctor’s hearts skip a beat. “we were always the outcasts, you and I…”
The taller Timelord lowered his hand from the jet and turned around at the tone of the Master’s voice, a curious frown on his face. The Master stood on the very edge of the deck, his expression seemed to have changed once more. He looked almost confused.
                “…they told me I was mad.” His lip twitched into a humourless half smile.
                The Doctor stepped up beside him, the frown on his face growing deeper. He raised his eyes to the sky. “…they told me I was a coward.” He admitted, forcing his voice into a conversational tone. “Right on both counts, in the end.”
                “And yet we’re the only ones left.” The Master’s face twitched into a sour glare, looking out into space. “Ironic.”
                Both Timelords stood together in silence, staring out at the sky, the jackets of their suits fluttering back as the updraft of the Valiant swept past them. The Doctor allowed his eyes to lid tiredly, almost sensing the Master’s change in mood. It was as though the insanity was dormant. The Doctor forced a wild spark of hope back into the depths of his mind: any hope for the other Timelord’s sanity had died long ago.
                “…Master –“
                “No.”
                He turned to look at the shorter Timelord, his eyes lidded tiredly. “You don’t have to do this anymore.”
                The Master’s face contorted angrily. He pressed his lips together hard. “Maybe I want to.” He snapped.
                The Doctor’s face softened. “I don’t believe that.” He whispered.
                The Master laughed coldly, his eyes narrowed into slits. “See? Sentimental.”
                The Doctor lowered his eyes, looking over the precipice into the blackness below.
                Neither man spoke again for a few moments; The Master glaring out into the blackness with a heavy frown, the Doctor watching the Valiant pass over the Earth, letting the tiredness sink in – and the loss.
                Eventually the Master stepped back from the edge and looked away.
                “Let’s get you back in your cage.”
                The Doctor lingered for a moment longer and closed his eyes heavily. He clenched his jaw, pushing back his emotions, and then turned and followed.
                The walk back to the room was silent, the corridors of the Valiant empty and cold; but the fresh air faded into the stagnant and stale, the further away from the platform they walked. Eventually the Master stopped, passing his ring in front of the door to open it. It slid silently, revealing the sterile white beyond. The Doctor felt his hair stand on end.
                “In you go.”
                The Doctor hesitated, feeling panic rising in his chest. Once he stepped over the threshold, he would be trapped again.
                The Master made a noise of irritation in the back of his throat. He ran a tongue across his teeth. “Doctor, do I need to carry you in?”
                The Doctor felt the entrapment rising up inside him, like something clutching at his ribs. After the limited freedom of the platform, it made the feeling of claustrophobia in here ten times worse.
                He took in a deep breath and stepped through the door. The Master smiled maliciously.
                “Good boy. Now stay there until your Master calls for you.”
                The Doctor ignored it and walked over to the window, staring at the stars through that thick pane of glass, disconnected once more. He heard the Master turn on his heel, about to walk away.
                “Master…” He called. He heard the other Timelord pause. He hesitated, frowning almost painfully out of the window. “…how much did it hurt you when I left?”
                There was no reply. A moment later he heard footsteps once more, and the door slid silently shut.

Q.N: I'd just like to say I'm a little bit in love with this chapter. Also, I realise that last chapter I told you you could find my blog on my profile, but I forgot to update it. I'll update my profile in a few minutes. You can find it there.
Also I'm not sure if any of you are also followers of my other fanfics, but I've had a few emails saying people are unhappy I 'abandoned' my Tseng and Reno arc. I'd just like to say: it's not been abandoned. I won't post the reasons here, since some readers will find it irrelevant; however I've updated the end of Chapter 16 in 'Taking Care of Business' to include a note about the reasons behind the hiatus.
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