DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Doctor Who. Yes, I wish I did. No, I don't earn any money from this. Yes, David Tennant is My Doctor.

ALL PRAISE TO THE MIGHTY BBC! ;)

SUMMARY: Starting at Utopia, things change for The Doctor and The Master. But in a good way, I promise! (This is my first fic, so take it easy on me, please!)

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Chantho cowered before the man she once admired, now fearing for her own safety. Professor Yana, her friend and teacher, was gone. She could see the madness in this new man's eyes as he approached her with the sparking cable in hand.

"Did you never think," he growled, "all those years standing beside me, to ask about that watch? Never? Did you never once think, not ever, that you could set me free?"

Chantho, panicking, pointed her blaster at him and backed away slowly, never once taking her eyes from him.

"Chan, I'm sorry, tho! Chan, I'm so sorry!"

He sneered at her. "You… with your chan and your tho, driving me insane! "

"Chan, Professor, please…"

His face screwed up in fury as he screamed. "THAT IS NOT MY NAME! The Professor was an invention; so perfect a disguise that I forgot who I am."

Her back hit the wall, preventing any further escape, and the gun in her hand a distant memory. Her fear became a foul taste in her mouth as she begged, " Chan, then who are you, tho?"

A mad smile graced his features. "I… am… the Master!"

He thrust his hand forward, electrocuting his former friend and assistant, and her screams filled the room.

The Master dropped the now dead cable and turned from Chantho's body, walking toward his treasure. A TARDIS. His now, to do with as he pleased. Oh ho! And what is this! The Doctor's hand! Oh this will be useful.

The sudden sound of the Doctor, Jack and Martha pounding at the door to the laboratory, begging to let them in, prompts him to turn to the computer banks across the room. A single flick removes the guidance chip from the computer.

"Utopia."

He smirked at the ignorance of these humans. So trusting and so full of hope. So vile and disgusting.
He hears the Doctor begging him, louder now, to let them in and not open the watch but ignores them in favor of the TARDIS and escaping.

What the Master doesn't see is Chatho, moving slowly and painfully reaching for the blaster she dropped.

The Master begins to hurriedly pull the yards of power cables from the TARDIS, again ignoring the pleas from his former friend. He almost wished he could stay to watch those bumbling idiots be torn limb from limb, but he wasn't taking any chances.

"Open the door, please. I'm begging you, Professor, please listen to me. Just open the door! Please!"

Chantho, in a last burst of strength, raiseed her arm high enough to aim at The Master as he turns and tosses the last of the cabling from the TARDIS doors. She fires one blast at The Master, hitting him in the chest. She hears his cry of pain before the blackness takes her once more and her body falls lifeless.