[Fic] Alone No More 31 ~ Renovated Progeny
Alone No More - part thirty one
Renovated Progeny
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Simm!Master
Rated: NC-17 over all (PG-13 this part)
Warnings: post-MPREG, slash, crack, slight plot, violence, and other odd things. Also, there will be running gags, references to the old Who, and some things will be imagined by the author because there isn’t much about the Time Lords and their planet customs explained.
Words: 2,440
Notes: Think English accent when you read the word 'Papa', because that's how it's said in here. :)
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords (this happens after that episode), and might have bits from other episodes later.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just having fun
All chapters found here.
~**~
The Doctor danced about the console as he set the coordinates for the Earth's far future, the year 2525. Markie sat on the pilot's seat with the Master, trying to seem unaffected with the fact that she was leaving. She knew that her original parents were out there waiting for her, and she couldn't wait to see them again, but she'll still miss the younger versions of them.
"It was nice meeting you," said Martha. "Well, the grown-up you."
"And you, Martha," said Markie. "The younger you."
"Good to know I'm still around during your timeline, anyway." Martha smiled.
"There we are!" the Doctor beamed, and most there knew he was putting on a false cheer. "The year 2525, right next to Milliway's. Now you can go release your control over Mr. Cross and get your own TARDIS."
"You've got someone under your control?" Martha gasped.
Markie shrugged. "It was only so that he would look after my ship. Sometimes you never know with humans, especially a human I don't know too well."
"That's my girl," the Master grinned.
Martha crossed her arms, looking very put out. "I thought you were more like the Doctor when you were 'Lucina'."
"I am."
"Putting others under your control? That doesn't sound at all like the Doctor."
"I didn't say I was completely like my Mother when I'm Lucina," Markie said, leaning in closer, eyes hardening slightly. "I just have more of his personality. That doesn't necessarily mean that I won't do certain things that my Father does. After all, I am the product of them both."
The Doctor stayed silent, not wanting to butt in because he knew that his future daughter was right; she may behave more like him during most of her lifetime, but she was still a part of the Master. He, himself, would never use hypnosis on anyone except to help them with some mental pain or issue of some sort, but Lyrae-Markie Saxon-would.
"As long as it doesn't permanently damage the person," he said as if explaining it more to himself than the others.
"Precisely, Mother," said Markie, understanding what he was talking about. "I know my limitations and strengths."
"As you should," said the Master. "Now, let's give you a proper farewell and see you to your TARDIS. I'm sure your Mother is dying to have a look at it anyway."
"Am I?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed you are, Doctor," the Master smirked. "You forget, I know you very well."
"That you do, old friend," the Doctor said, placing a hand onto his husband's cheek. The Master craned his head, and the Doctor took the hint and leaned forward to kiss him. Martha coughed and looked away, Markie smiled, Donna rolled her eyes, and Jack stared a bit too long before remembering to avert his eyes.
The Master released the Doctor's lips and then pointed a threatening finger at Jack. "I'll kill you later."
"Master," the Doctor warned.
"What?" the Master said, pretending to play the innocent.
"You know what," the Doctor sighed, and then took hold of his husband's hand. "Come on."
~**~
Milliway's wasn't looking the same; something was off about it. Maybe it was because of all the smoke rising from the top and the flames leaping into the sky.
"The building's on fire!" Martha gasped as she pointed at said building.
"You humans always state the obvious, don't you?" the Master sighed.
"Father, my TARDIS!" Markie gasped, dreading the worst.
"I'm sure that its fine, My Daughter," the Master said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Thanks to your little servant, I'm sure," the Doctor said to Markie, not sounding very pleased. "Well, come on."
The closer they got the more they realized just what was going on, besides the fire. The Doctor and the Master paused.
"What's wrong, Doctor?" Martha asked.
"Stay here. The Master and I will sort this out."
"I'm not gonna just stand idly by and watch!" Martha huffed. "I'm helping you."
"It's your funeral then," said the Master, taking out his laser screwdriver.
"Don't think I can help just because I'm human?" she sneered at the Master.
"No," said the Master. "Being human has nothing to do with it."
"Well, what then?" she demanded.
The front part of Milliway's exploded and more people and aliens shrieked and ran.
"It's because you're a time traveler."
"Which is a big no-no during this century," added Markie.
"Exactly," said the Doctor.
"And they're looking for…?"
"Us," said the Master.
"Because somehow…" began the Doctor.
"Someone discovered our secret," the Master finished.
"Who?" said Martha, "It couldn't have been Michael Cross; he's under Markie's spell or whatever, and he'd never tell on us."
"There are plenty of ways the government could've found out," the Doctor said. "C'mon, we need to get Markie to her TARDIS before it is discovered."
With quickness both Time Lords, and Lady, possessed well, they snuck their way to the back of the building. Government officials were ushering people and aliens out with their hands above their heads. Explosions were going off around them, but they didn't make a sound. Even Martha, the Master observed, didn't utter a squeak. The Doctor must have trained her well, and UNIT most likely.
"Even the back is guarded," she said as they crouched behind some rubbish bins in the back alley. "How will we get passed them?"
"Only one way to do it," said the Master. He took out his laser screwdriver.
"There's got to be another way," implored the Doctor.
"You mean like a karate chop or something distracting?" the Master snorted. "Their backs are to the wall, we can't sneak behind them, Doctor. This is the only way to get passed them without getting caught."
And before the Doctor could think of a way to stop him, the Master stood from the hiding place and shot both guards dead. The others slowly stood and came out from behind the bins. The Master raised his head in satisfaction and inhaled deeply.
"Now that felt good."
The Doctor only looked mildly annoyed by the Master's actions. "We can get into a lot of trouble if we're discovered, so we better hurry."
The Master flashed his husband a grin, and they quickly and quietly entered Milliway's. Once inside, the destruction was most definitely worse. There were dead bodies strewn everywhere, fire heating up the inside drastically, and bits of blown up upholstery and furniture everywhere. They made their way through the rubble to the back of the restaurant's kitchen.
"Who are you?" a guard demanded. They didn't think there would be anyone still inside the building as it burned. Unless….
"Ah, it's a type of controlled fire," the Master said, almost impressed.
"You four are coming with me."
"Sorry, chap, but we can't do that," said the Master sarcastically.
"You don't have a choice," said the guard.
"Oh, but we do," hissed Markie, taking out her own screwdriver to change the setting on it. She was about to use it, but then the guard aimed his gun at the Master and pulled the trigger.
In that split second, Markie made her decision: she ran directly in front of her father. The laser beam hit her square in the chest. It was as if it were in slow motion as she fell to the floor; the Master, the Doctor, and Martha gaping in astonishment and horror at what just happened.
"No!" the Doctor screamed. The Master reacted without a second thought as he shot the guard dead. The Doctor went on his knees and held his grown daughter in his arms, cradling her as though she were a precious heirloom that had just been smashed to the floor.
"Let's get her into her TARDIS," said the Master. It was in the basement as she had said, disguised as a meat freezer. They found the key to it in her pocket, unlocked it, and then brought her inside.
The interior of her TARDIS closely resembled the Doctor's, but the colours were more indigo than orange and the struts were X's instead of Y's.
"Set her down here," said the Master. The Doctor obeyed, placing their daughter onto a long settee that was on the other side of the console room. The Doctor stayed by her side while the Master punched in the coordinates for the Doctor's TARDIS-the inside of the Doctor's TARDIS. The Master wasn't taking any chances.
The feel of piloting a new, fully functioning TARDIS gave the Master a lot of pleasure. He missed his old TARDIS, which had a working chameleon circuit, and by the looks of it so did Lyrae's. When they landed in the inside of the Doctor's police box-shaped TARDIS, their daughter's transformed into a large cupboard.
Jack had been in the sitting room when they arrived, and the unmistakable sound of a TARDIS startled him so much he ran into the console room in a panic. The sight of a giant cupboard gave him pause.
"Doctor?"
The cupboard door opened and out stepped Martha Jones.
"Martha! What's going on?"
"This is Lyrae-Markie's-TARDIS," she said. "Didn't think they could have one inside the other."
"Yeah, very strange," Jack agreed.
He edged into the other TARDIS and once he spotted the Time Lords he went over to them, leaving the door open a crack for Martha to follow him back inside.
"Doctor?"
The Doctor turned his head and Jack noticed right away by the look in his eyes that something had happened. The Master was kneeling beside Markie's head, his face blank.
"She's regenerating," he said.
Jack's mouth formed a small 'o' in shock and acknowledgement. He nodded slightly. Her TARDIS was humming softly as if understanding just what was happening to her owner.
A warm glow illuminated her face and hands as her body begun its regeneration. Jack and Martha stood back as they watched. The Doctor and Master stayed crouched beside their grown daughter, and in a quick burst of orange light, her appearance had changed. Her hair stayed brown, but it had a tint of red in it this time, and her facial features became more baby-faced, round; her nose was smaller, her chin was also, and her eyes stayed big and round shaped, but her lashes were longer and a bit fuller. Once completed, her eyes stayed shut as she continued to lie there unconscious.
"Markie?" the Doctor said softly. "Lyrae?"
"Daughter?" said the Master, taking her hand.
Her eyes snapped open. They were now blue. "What, what, what?" she said quickly.
"You're fine now… no longer in any danger," said the Doctor. "You just regenerated."
"You saved my life, My Little Mistress."
Markie turned her head, and once her eyes landed upon her father, she smiled brilliantly.
"Papa."
The Master raised his eyebrows in some shock. She had never called him that before.
Markie then looked over at the Doctor. "Mum!"
The Doctor leaned down to give her a bone-crushing hug. She hugged back just as fiercely, face beaming and dimpling. "Where am I?" she quickly asked, and then suddenly realized how different her hands were. She studied them as if surprised that she still owned a pair.
"Your new body will take some getting used to," the Doctor explained. "And you're in your TARDIS."
"My TARDIS!" she exclaimed, standing up. "Is it all right, then? No fire damage? Oh, I have stubby legs!" she bounced around the room for a bit as if getting used to her new appendages. "And I'm much shorter. Oh, and long hair!" she found the ends of her brown locks at her waist. "Might have a trim someday… and breasts!" she cupped them in her hands. "Oh my sweet peaches and cream, I got a chest enlargement!"
She bounded over to her TARDIS' console and looked into the laptop screen. "Wait, wait, where am I now?"
"Your TARDIS is inside my TARDIS," the Doctor said. "Milliway's was attacked, if you recall, and you took a fatal shot to the chest that was meant for the Master."
Markie blinked her large eyes rapidly as she took in what her Mother was telling her. "Oh, right! That nasty guard was gonna hurt My Papa! Well, not on my watch!" she quickly fiddled with the controls to set a course and then hit the dematerializing handle. "And away we go!"
"Wait, what’re you doing?" the Doctor shouted as Markie's TARDIS shook slightly as it began to move.
"Just getting out of your TARDIS, Mummy, that's all. I need space… must have space…"
"What are you babbling about?" said Martha. "There's plenty of space!"
"Oh, Martha," Markie exclaimed excitedly as she finally realized she was there. "Hello!"
The Master went to stand by his daughter to see what she was talking about. She had indeed taken them out of the Doctor's TARDIS; they were now spinning within the Vortex.
"Oh, 'space'," said the Master. "Why did you need to be in outer space, my Daughter?"
"It's calling me," she mumbled. "It's calling me back… must stay here… inside the… Vortex…" slowly she fell to the floor.
"Lyrae!" the Doctor gasped and ran to her side. The Master caught her before her head hit the edge of the console.
"That could've been bad," he said, lying her down carefully.
"She could've let us out into your TARDIS first," said Jack.
"She wasn't in her right mind," said the Doctor as he carried her back to the settee, with the Master's help. "For some reason, she needed to be in the Vortex."
"Some connection, perhaps," said the Master.
"Yes," the Doctor said. "Hopefully nothing too horrific. Guess we'll have to wait until she'd done regenerating."
"She looks like she's done to me," said Martha.
"Not really," said the Doctor. "Sometimes… well, most times… a Time Lord's regeneration makes the person a bit wonky afterwards. It all depends on the circumstances of how they were made to regenerate."
"Maybe if she has a Zero Room she could use that to feel better," said the Master as he poked around the console's controls.
"But she said she needed space," said Martha. "Outer space, right? That's why she made her TARDIS come here."
The Master scowled. "Suppose…"
"She'll be just fine, Master," the Doctor reassured him, placing a hand onto his shoulder. "I'm sure of it. Everything will be fine."
The Master glanced at his daughter, worry etched in his eyes a bit too noticeably, but no one was going to mention it.
"Yeah, of course she will be. She's my Little Mistress after all."
TBC
Renovated Progeny
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Simm!Master
Rated: NC-17 over all (PG-13 this part)
Warnings: post-MPREG, slash, crack, slight plot, violence, and other odd things. Also, there will be running gags, references to the old Who, and some things will be imagined by the author because there isn’t much about the Time Lords and their planet customs explained.
Words: 2,440
Notes: Think English accent when you read the word 'Papa', because that's how it's said in here. :)
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords (this happens after that episode), and might have bits from other episodes later.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just having fun
All chapters found here.
~**~
The Doctor danced about the console as he set the coordinates for the Earth's far future, the year 2525. Markie sat on the pilot's seat with the Master, trying to seem unaffected with the fact that she was leaving. She knew that her original parents were out there waiting for her, and she couldn't wait to see them again, but she'll still miss the younger versions of them.
"It was nice meeting you," said Martha. "Well, the grown-up you."
"And you, Martha," said Markie. "The younger you."
"Good to know I'm still around during your timeline, anyway." Martha smiled.
"There we are!" the Doctor beamed, and most there knew he was putting on a false cheer. "The year 2525, right next to Milliway's. Now you can go release your control over Mr. Cross and get your own TARDIS."
"You've got someone under your control?" Martha gasped.
Markie shrugged. "It was only so that he would look after my ship. Sometimes you never know with humans, especially a human I don't know too well."
"That's my girl," the Master grinned.
Martha crossed her arms, looking very put out. "I thought you were more like the Doctor when you were 'Lucina'."
"I am."
"Putting others under your control? That doesn't sound at all like the Doctor."
"I didn't say I was completely like my Mother when I'm Lucina," Markie said, leaning in closer, eyes hardening slightly. "I just have more of his personality. That doesn't necessarily mean that I won't do certain things that my Father does. After all, I am the product of them both."
The Doctor stayed silent, not wanting to butt in because he knew that his future daughter was right; she may behave more like him during most of her lifetime, but she was still a part of the Master. He, himself, would never use hypnosis on anyone except to help them with some mental pain or issue of some sort, but Lyrae-Markie Saxon-would.
"As long as it doesn't permanently damage the person," he said as if explaining it more to himself than the others.
"Precisely, Mother," said Markie, understanding what he was talking about. "I know my limitations and strengths."
"As you should," said the Master. "Now, let's give you a proper farewell and see you to your TARDIS. I'm sure your Mother is dying to have a look at it anyway."
"Am I?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed you are, Doctor," the Master smirked. "You forget, I know you very well."
"That you do, old friend," the Doctor said, placing a hand onto his husband's cheek. The Master craned his head, and the Doctor took the hint and leaned forward to kiss him. Martha coughed and looked away, Markie smiled, Donna rolled her eyes, and Jack stared a bit too long before remembering to avert his eyes.
The Master released the Doctor's lips and then pointed a threatening finger at Jack. "I'll kill you later."
"Master," the Doctor warned.
"What?" the Master said, pretending to play the innocent.
"You know what," the Doctor sighed, and then took hold of his husband's hand. "Come on."
~**~
Milliway's wasn't looking the same; something was off about it. Maybe it was because of all the smoke rising from the top and the flames leaping into the sky.
"The building's on fire!" Martha gasped as she pointed at said building.
"You humans always state the obvious, don't you?" the Master sighed.
"Father, my TARDIS!" Markie gasped, dreading the worst.
"I'm sure that its fine, My Daughter," the Master said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Thanks to your little servant, I'm sure," the Doctor said to Markie, not sounding very pleased. "Well, come on."
The closer they got the more they realized just what was going on, besides the fire. The Doctor and the Master paused.
"What's wrong, Doctor?" Martha asked.
"Stay here. The Master and I will sort this out."
"I'm not gonna just stand idly by and watch!" Martha huffed. "I'm helping you."
"It's your funeral then," said the Master, taking out his laser screwdriver.
"Don't think I can help just because I'm human?" she sneered at the Master.
"No," said the Master. "Being human has nothing to do with it."
"Well, what then?" she demanded.
The front part of Milliway's exploded and more people and aliens shrieked and ran.
"It's because you're a time traveler."
"Which is a big no-no during this century," added Markie.
"Exactly," said the Doctor.
"And they're looking for…?"
"Us," said the Master.
"Because somehow…" began the Doctor.
"Someone discovered our secret," the Master finished.
"Who?" said Martha, "It couldn't have been Michael Cross; he's under Markie's spell or whatever, and he'd never tell on us."
"There are plenty of ways the government could've found out," the Doctor said. "C'mon, we need to get Markie to her TARDIS before it is discovered."
With quickness both Time Lords, and Lady, possessed well, they snuck their way to the back of the building. Government officials were ushering people and aliens out with their hands above their heads. Explosions were going off around them, but they didn't make a sound. Even Martha, the Master observed, didn't utter a squeak. The Doctor must have trained her well, and UNIT most likely.
"Even the back is guarded," she said as they crouched behind some rubbish bins in the back alley. "How will we get passed them?"
"Only one way to do it," said the Master. He took out his laser screwdriver.
"There's got to be another way," implored the Doctor.
"You mean like a karate chop or something distracting?" the Master snorted. "Their backs are to the wall, we can't sneak behind them, Doctor. This is the only way to get passed them without getting caught."
And before the Doctor could think of a way to stop him, the Master stood from the hiding place and shot both guards dead. The others slowly stood and came out from behind the bins. The Master raised his head in satisfaction and inhaled deeply.
"Now that felt good."
The Doctor only looked mildly annoyed by the Master's actions. "We can get into a lot of trouble if we're discovered, so we better hurry."
The Master flashed his husband a grin, and they quickly and quietly entered Milliway's. Once inside, the destruction was most definitely worse. There were dead bodies strewn everywhere, fire heating up the inside drastically, and bits of blown up upholstery and furniture everywhere. They made their way through the rubble to the back of the restaurant's kitchen.
"Who are you?" a guard demanded. They didn't think there would be anyone still inside the building as it burned. Unless….
"Ah, it's a type of controlled fire," the Master said, almost impressed.
"You four are coming with me."
"Sorry, chap, but we can't do that," said the Master sarcastically.
"You don't have a choice," said the guard.
"Oh, but we do," hissed Markie, taking out her own screwdriver to change the setting on it. She was about to use it, but then the guard aimed his gun at the Master and pulled the trigger.
In that split second, Markie made her decision: she ran directly in front of her father. The laser beam hit her square in the chest. It was as if it were in slow motion as she fell to the floor; the Master, the Doctor, and Martha gaping in astonishment and horror at what just happened.
"No!" the Doctor screamed. The Master reacted without a second thought as he shot the guard dead. The Doctor went on his knees and held his grown daughter in his arms, cradling her as though she were a precious heirloom that had just been smashed to the floor.
"Let's get her into her TARDIS," said the Master. It was in the basement as she had said, disguised as a meat freezer. They found the key to it in her pocket, unlocked it, and then brought her inside.
The interior of her TARDIS closely resembled the Doctor's, but the colours were more indigo than orange and the struts were X's instead of Y's.
"Set her down here," said the Master. The Doctor obeyed, placing their daughter onto a long settee that was on the other side of the console room. The Doctor stayed by her side while the Master punched in the coordinates for the Doctor's TARDIS-the inside of the Doctor's TARDIS. The Master wasn't taking any chances.
The feel of piloting a new, fully functioning TARDIS gave the Master a lot of pleasure. He missed his old TARDIS, which had a working chameleon circuit, and by the looks of it so did Lyrae's. When they landed in the inside of the Doctor's police box-shaped TARDIS, their daughter's transformed into a large cupboard.
Jack had been in the sitting room when they arrived, and the unmistakable sound of a TARDIS startled him so much he ran into the console room in a panic. The sight of a giant cupboard gave him pause.
"Doctor?"
The cupboard door opened and out stepped Martha Jones.
"Martha! What's going on?"
"This is Lyrae-Markie's-TARDIS," she said. "Didn't think they could have one inside the other."
"Yeah, very strange," Jack agreed.
He edged into the other TARDIS and once he spotted the Time Lords he went over to them, leaving the door open a crack for Martha to follow him back inside.
"Doctor?"
The Doctor turned his head and Jack noticed right away by the look in his eyes that something had happened. The Master was kneeling beside Markie's head, his face blank.
"She's regenerating," he said.
Jack's mouth formed a small 'o' in shock and acknowledgement. He nodded slightly. Her TARDIS was humming softly as if understanding just what was happening to her owner.
A warm glow illuminated her face and hands as her body begun its regeneration. Jack and Martha stood back as they watched. The Doctor and Master stayed crouched beside their grown daughter, and in a quick burst of orange light, her appearance had changed. Her hair stayed brown, but it had a tint of red in it this time, and her facial features became more baby-faced, round; her nose was smaller, her chin was also, and her eyes stayed big and round shaped, but her lashes were longer and a bit fuller. Once completed, her eyes stayed shut as she continued to lie there unconscious.
"Markie?" the Doctor said softly. "Lyrae?"
"Daughter?" said the Master, taking her hand.
Her eyes snapped open. They were now blue. "What, what, what?" she said quickly.
"You're fine now… no longer in any danger," said the Doctor. "You just regenerated."
"You saved my life, My Little Mistress."
Markie turned her head, and once her eyes landed upon her father, she smiled brilliantly.
"Papa."
The Master raised his eyebrows in some shock. She had never called him that before.
Markie then looked over at the Doctor. "Mum!"
The Doctor leaned down to give her a bone-crushing hug. She hugged back just as fiercely, face beaming and dimpling. "Where am I?" she quickly asked, and then suddenly realized how different her hands were. She studied them as if surprised that she still owned a pair.
"Your new body will take some getting used to," the Doctor explained. "And you're in your TARDIS."
"My TARDIS!" she exclaimed, standing up. "Is it all right, then? No fire damage? Oh, I have stubby legs!" she bounced around the room for a bit as if getting used to her new appendages. "And I'm much shorter. Oh, and long hair!" she found the ends of her brown locks at her waist. "Might have a trim someday… and breasts!" she cupped them in her hands. "Oh my sweet peaches and cream, I got a chest enlargement!"
She bounded over to her TARDIS' console and looked into the laptop screen. "Wait, wait, where am I now?"
"Your TARDIS is inside my TARDIS," the Doctor said. "Milliway's was attacked, if you recall, and you took a fatal shot to the chest that was meant for the Master."
Markie blinked her large eyes rapidly as she took in what her Mother was telling her. "Oh, right! That nasty guard was gonna hurt My Papa! Well, not on my watch!" she quickly fiddled with the controls to set a course and then hit the dematerializing handle. "And away we go!"
"Wait, what’re you doing?" the Doctor shouted as Markie's TARDIS shook slightly as it began to move.
"Just getting out of your TARDIS, Mummy, that's all. I need space… must have space…"
"What are you babbling about?" said Martha. "There's plenty of space!"
"Oh, Martha," Markie exclaimed excitedly as she finally realized she was there. "Hello!"
The Master went to stand by his daughter to see what she was talking about. She had indeed taken them out of the Doctor's TARDIS; they were now spinning within the Vortex.
"Oh, 'space'," said the Master. "Why did you need to be in outer space, my Daughter?"
"It's calling me," she mumbled. "It's calling me back… must stay here… inside the… Vortex…" slowly she fell to the floor.
"Lyrae!" the Doctor gasped and ran to her side. The Master caught her before her head hit the edge of the console.
"That could've been bad," he said, lying her down carefully.
"She could've let us out into your TARDIS first," said Jack.
"She wasn't in her right mind," said the Doctor as he carried her back to the settee, with the Master's help. "For some reason, she needed to be in the Vortex."
"Some connection, perhaps," said the Master.
"Yes," the Doctor said. "Hopefully nothing too horrific. Guess we'll have to wait until she'd done regenerating."
"She looks like she's done to me," said Martha.
"Not really," said the Doctor. "Sometimes… well, most times… a Time Lord's regeneration makes the person a bit wonky afterwards. It all depends on the circumstances of how they were made to regenerate."
"Maybe if she has a Zero Room she could use that to feel better," said the Master as he poked around the console's controls.
"But she said she needed space," said Martha. "Outer space, right? That's why she made her TARDIS come here."
The Master scowled. "Suppose…"
"She'll be just fine, Master," the Doctor reassured him, placing a hand onto his shoulder. "I'm sure of it. Everything will be fine."
The Master glanced at his daughter, worry etched in his eyes a bit too noticeably, but no one was going to mention it.
"Yeah, of course she will be. She's my Little Mistress after all."
TBC