Author's Note: This chapter is very mild compared to what's coming up. Fair warning: If you don't like slashy, explicit fics, then don't read this. (Doctor/Master)

x Prologue

The Master addressed the cameras and told all of Earth that the world was ending. The Doctor begged him to stop and think, to no avail, while Jack lay dead on the floor.

"Excuse me a moment. Some personal business to attend to," the Master said to the cameras.

"Master, please just listen to me," the Doctor said.

"Oh, how to shut him up?" the Master said, mimicking talkativeness with his hand.

"Oh! I know!" the Master sang.

The Master jumped down the steps and grabbed the Doctor's hair in his left hand and balled his right hand into a fist. With a big feral grin, he punched the Doctor in the throat with all of his Time Lord super strength and effectively crushed the Doctor's windpipe, silencing his pleas to beautifully pained wheezes.

The Doctor fell to the floor gasping and spitting up blood with his hands over his throat. His eyes were wide in disbelief.

It won't kill him, of course. He's a Time Lord. And with his Time Lord physiology, he'll heal from it fast enough. Though, that doesn't matter.

The Master has plans to make the Doctor "all better" later on.

It was at this point that the Doctor was thankful for his respiratory bypass system. He couldn't really breathe at all and he was starting to get frantic until it finally kicked in.

Jack woke up with his usual loud breath and witnessed the assault on his best friend. He grabbed Martha before she could run to the Doctor.

"We can't stop him. Go!" He handed her his Vortex Manipulator. She nodded and went to the Doctor.

"Doctor!" Martha yells, as she rushed to his side and started assessing the damage to his throat.

It was completely crushed. There was barely enough space for air to pass through. She didn't know how he was still alive, much less breathing.

"Oh, my god!" She whispered as she started crying.

"Aw! She's a would-be Doctor!" coos the Master, as he giggled and turned to activate his Paradox Machine, with fitting music. Of course.

The Doctor might not have been able to talk, but he could whisper. So, he whispered his plan to Martha as she cried, overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

When the Doctor told her to go, she stood and took one last look at her family before she vanished to the Earth, to begin her quest for her Doctor.

The Master was a little irked that he forgot about Handsome Jack's little wrist band, that allowed Martha Jones to get away. But he didn't really care, probably the Doctor's last ditch effort to save one of his little pets. Oh well.

For now, he let the Doctor writhe on the floor and killed the Freak one more time while he let his spheres loose on the unprepared planet below.

He turned to listen to their glee for murder. Smiling, he then turned to his human wife, Lucy, and kissed her deeply and a little messily, with a growl in his throat. Conquering planets and decimating their inhabitants always makes him a little horny.

After he finished a few technicalities, the Master left his little Toclafane to their work. And while he waited for them to finish their current orders, he decided to start his wonderful plans for the beginnings of New Gallifrey.

While, on Gallifrey, Time Lords were loomed into existence, the Master didn't have the technology to do that just yet.

But there was one way to start a new generation of Time Lords right now, today, with the Doctor.

The Master jumped down the steps again and stood over the Doctor with a smile as he laid there still wheezing in pain and unable to speak.

"So, Doctor...," the Master began. He grinned wider. "I have a few ideas to share with you."

The Doctor just looked at him with as much pained anger as he could muster.

The Master giggled at the look on his face. "Oh, alright. I'll just get right to the point, shall I?"

He crouched down to better look the Doctor in the eye, the better to see his, most likely, magnificent reaction. "How would you like to be a Mommy?"

TBC