As the Tardis landed Martha looked up at the Doctor, Violet and Jones who all stood around the monitor. They hadn't said anything to her since they had set the coordinates and she was intrigued.

"Cardiff," the Doctor answered her unasked question.

"Cardiff?" Martha answered puzzled. She would have thought they'd landed on another planet or somewhere else in time, but modern-day Cardiff wasn't giving her the notion of being exciting.

"Good o'l Cardiff City," Jones exclaimed, throwing a smile in Martha's direction.

"Ah, but the thing about Cardiff, it's built on a rift in time and space, just like California and the San Andreas Fault, but the rift bleeds energy. Every now and then I need to open up the engines, soak up the energy and use it as fuel," the Doctor explained pressing a couple buttons on the console as he explained.

"So it's a pit stop?" Martha asked.

"Exactly. Should only take twenty seconds. The rift's been active," the Doctor trailed off as he fiddled with more buttons. He pointed at one getting Violet to press it for him. She did as she had been told. They hadn't spoken about her being married, not since they left Joan and Timothy behind. He hadn't acted and differently to her yet so she wasn't going to pry him.

"Wait a minute. They had an earthquake in Cardiff a couple of years ago. Was that you?" Martha asked.

"Bit of trouble with the Slitheen," the Doctor answered with a shrug.

"The Slitheen are a nightmare, do you know how big that family is?" Jones added, looking towards the Doctor.

"You've had some trouble with them to I take it," Violet nodded in answer. The Slitheen were always playing hard and fast with the laws of the Universe, leaving chaos in their wake.

"My encounter with them was a long time ago," The Doctor paused touching the back of his head "Lifetimes. I was a different man back then."

"I wonder what that one was like?" Jones whispered to Violet, who just shrugged, "I've alwys wondered if when you regenerate you and his personalities sink up or like you get a smilliar face."

"I don't think there's enough hours in the universe to explain in detail and accurately how Time Lord genetics and regenerations work within relatives," Violet laughed switching off the Tardis refuel nob the Doctor had told her to turn when the Tardis reached 100%.

"Finito. All powered up," Violet nodded as the Doctor moved to stand where she had been. He was looking at the monitor now, but so was Jones.

"Hang on who's that. Their running straight for us," Jones exclaimed. Violet followed his pointing finger, there was indeed a man in long coat, running towards the Tardis a full speed.

"No idea," the Doctor shrugged, switching the Tardis on. The second he did so the Tardis started to rock as if it had been shaken by something. All four passengers wobbled losing their balance as the console sparked and wired on its own.

"Whoa! What's that?" Martha shouted, finally catching her breath.

"We're accelerating into the future. The year one billion. Five billion. Five trillion. Fifty trillion? What? The year one hundred trillion? That's impossible," the Doctors eyes widened as he looked round at his daughter.

"Why? What happens then?" Martha questioned, noticing the worry etched on her friends faces.

"We're going to the end of the universe," it was Violet who had spoken, the words coming out as a croak, "where everything is left to burn and die."

The Tardis landed jolting all the occupants inside. Smoke from the Tardis console filled the space around them, sparks fizzed and sputtered out before the room fell into silence. Three companions all stated at the Doctor as he gulped, he was still looking at the monitor, which had blacked out.

"Well, we've landed," The Doctor finally spoke, aware of the six eyes glued to him.

"So what's out there?" Martha asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "any ideas you two," he spun round on the spot to look at his daughter and her solider.

"Not a clue," Jones answered.

"Could be anything out there," Violet nodded.

"Say that again," Martha stuttered, "Not one of you knows what's out there? That's rare," she trailed off. For once they were all in the same boat, there was a world beyond those doors that not one of them had seen before

"Not even the Time Lords came this far. We should leave. We should go. We should really, really go..." He trailed off, turing round to look at each of them before he let out a grin and ran to the door.

"Of course, we're about to run head first out onto a barren planet," Jones muttered jogging behind the girls, who followed behind the Doctor.

"Ooh it's a bit windy," Violet crossed her arms over herself as she followed the Doctor further out and away from the Tardis.

"Oh my God!" Martha's gasped caused Violet to turn around. There was man laying outstretched on the ground. The funny thing was he appeared to not have a single scratch on him. Violet frowned, turning to the Doctor, but he appeared to not even spare the man a second glance.

"Can't get a pulse," Martha had knelt down beside him, Jones joined her. His face holding a frown of his own. "Hold on," Martha nudged the man "there a medical kit thing in the Tardis," and Jones took that has his cue to go get it.

"He's a bit odd, though," Jones commented as he handed Martha the medical kit.

"Not very hundred trillion. That coat's more like World War Two," Martha added as she sorted out the equipment.

"I think he came with us," the Doctor sated bluntly. He watched from a distance, Violet beside he as Jones and Martha helped the man.

"How do you mean, from Earth?" Martha asked, giving Jones a piece of equipment in the process. She sighed when he got confused and pointed at where he was supposed to put it.

"Must have been clinging to the outside of the Tardis all the way through the vortex," the Doctor explained.

"That's impossible," Violet breathed out, looking at her father. His face however, showed no sign of him bluffing.

"Well, that's very him," he shrugged.

"What, do you know him?"

"We don't" Jones muttered in response to Martha's question, he was staring down at the man again. An unsettled feeling went through him.

"Friend of mine. Used to travel with me, back in the old days. Before I found you two," he pointed his head in Violet and Jones's direction.

"But he's," Martha took the equipment gently out of Jones's hands, "I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat. There's nothing. He's dead."

"Woah," Jones gasped as the man underneath the par gasped and grabbed hold of him. Martha on the other hand screamed in front, before moving to hold the man upright too.

"Captain Jack Harkness," the man gasped out glancing between the pair "And who are you?"

"Martha Jones," Martha replied with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Martha Jones," Jack smiled, then turned to look at Jones, who went to speak, but was cut off by the Doctor.

"Oh, don't start."

"I was only saying hello," Jack, shook his head letting at a little laugh as he tried to get his breath back.

"I don't mind," Martha interjected as she and Jones pulled the man up.

"Doctor," Jack greeted nodding his head at him.

"Captain."

"Good to see you," Jack had a full smile on his face now as he spoke. Jones caught Violets' eye during the whole interaction and she shrugged. She'd not met this man before either, but yet his seemed familiar.

"And you. Same as ever," the Doctor paused before adding "although, have you had work done?"

"You can talk," Jack responded pointing at the Doctors face.

"Oh yes, the face. Regeneration," the Doctor ran his hands across his face, when he realised, "How did you know this was me?"

"The police box kind of gives it away. I've been following you for a long time. You abandoned me," Jack pointed at the box as he spoke, the smile that was on his face had gone.

"Glad I'm not the only one," Violet muttered under her breath. Although it wasn't completely true, but it had felt like abandonment at the time; at least that's how the council had decided to describe it.

"Did I? Busy life. Moving on," the Doctor hadn't heard what she'd said, he was to busy with the Captain.

"Just got to ask. The Battle of Canary Wharf. I saw the list of the dead. It said Rose Tyler..." He trailed off.

"Oh, no! Sorry, she's alive," the Doctor smacked the heel of his hand to his forehead as he exclaimed his answer.

"You're kidding."

"Parallel world," Jones spoke from behind Jack causing him to turn around and look the Solider up and down.

"Commander Michael Jones of the Army of the Universe," the Doctor introduced Jones to Jack, "he's always a little stern looking if you're wondering," he added whispering the last part. Jack nodded sending the Commander a Salute which he returned.

"Is it me or was that a little tense?" Martha whispered to Violet as the Doctor and Jack hugged over the Tyler's being all ok.

"So you upgraded to a Solider of the Universe," Jack joked, pulling away from the hug.

"Nah, he came with her," the Doctor jolted his head to where Violet stood next to Martha, "Jack this is Violet my daughter." Jack froze, he had been mid step towards her.

"Did you just say daughter," Jack asked, his mouth falling open slightly.

"She's queen too," the Doctor added.

"Crowned Princess of The Universe, Protector of Time and The Last Child of Galifrey," Violet added, "if we're being pedantic about it."

"Well, it's a pleasure," he took her hand giving it as kiss, as he came up, he winked. Then laughed as at the corner of his eye he saw Jones inch forward.

"Well that's enough of that," the Doctor interrupted the moment.

"Let's see where we are shall we," Jones added taking the lead of the group.

"You would have thought he gave you that ring," Martha Joked, linking her arm with Violet as they and Jack followed behind the seemingly steaming Solider and the Doctor.

"So, there I was, stranded in the year two hundred one hundred, ankle deep in Dalek dust, and he goes off without me," Jack continues to walk alongside the girls telling them of how the Doctor abandoned him "But I had this," he pointed at his watch to a device Violet had seen before.

"I've got one of them," Jack looked at her raising a brow.

"I used to be a Time Agent, how'd you get yours," he questioned, covering the vortex manipulator with his sleeve again.

"Was a gift from an old friend," she replied, "it's a vortex manipulator allows him to travel through time, a bit like us," Violet added explaining to Martha.

"Oh, excuse me," the Doctor interrupted turning round, "That is not time travel. It's like, I've got a sports car and you've got a space hopper."

"Oh ho. Boys and their toys," Martha and Violet laughed falling into each other.

"All right, so I bounced. I thought 21st century, the best place to find the Doctor, except that I got it a little wrong. Arrived in 1869, this thing burnt out, so it was useless," Jack sighed, it was Jones's and the Doctors turn to laugh.

"Told you," the Doctor quipped.

"I had to live through the entire 20th century waiting for a version of you that would coincide with me," Jack explained. It then started to make sense to Violet, how he managed to survive the Journey attached to the Tardis.

"But that makes you more than one hundred years old," Martha gasped.

"So am I. I'm still classed a child where I come from though," Violet pointed out.

"And looking good, don't you think?" He smiled showing off his face to the group, "So I went to the time rift, based myself there because I knew you'd come back to refuel. Until finally I get a signal on this detecting you and here, we are," he opened his arms gesturing at the barren land around them.

"But the thing is, how come you left him behind, Doctor?" Martha asked the Doctor.

"I was busy," he muttered.

"Is that what happens, though, seriously? Do you just get bored with us one day and disappear?" Martha exclaimed; she'd unlinked her arm from Violet now.

"Not if you're blonde," Jack muttered.

"Oh, she was blonde? Oh, what a surprise!"

"Ok I think that's enough now," Violet interjected. They were at the end of the Universe, the last thing she needed was a companion and Doctor fight on her hands.

"Exactly," the Doctor added "We're at the end of the universe, all right? Right at the edge of knowledge itself and you're busy..." he paused trying to think of the word "blogging! Come on."

The group followed him to the edge of the cliff they were on. The land stretched for miles; Violet gasped the world around them was so quiet. Below them was what appeared to her a city under construction, or demolition she wasn't very sure.

"Is that a city?" Martha asked from beside Violet, who nodded too in awe to speak.

"A city or a hive, or a nest, or a conglomeration. Like it was grown. But look, there," he pointed with the full length of his arm "That's like pathways, roads? Must have been some sort of life."

"But it's long gone now," Jones added, squinting his eyes to look further into the distance. However, like the Doctor said there was signs of life, but long ago now.

"Everything's dying now. All the great civilizations have gone. This isn't just night. All the stars have burned up and faded away into nothing," the group look up at the sky above, the Doctor was right not a single light could be seen, not even a slither.

"They must have an atmospheric shell," Jack pointed out "We should be frozen to death."

"Well, Martha, Jones, Violet and I, maybe," the Doctor confirmed, "Not so sure about you, Jack."

"What about the people? Does no one survive?" Martha asked. Violet saw how her expression dropped, perhaps showing her what happens at the end of time was not such a good idea.

"I suppose we have to hope life will find a way," the Doctor responded, giving her a reassuring look as he turned away from the cliff.

"Well, he's not doing too bad," Jack piped up. The group followed his pointing finger to a man, running through the city, behind him a group followed with torches and spears.

"Is it me, or does that look like a hunt?" The Doctor shouted.

"Yeah, and I for one..." But Jones was cut off.

"Come on!" Jones sighed; he really didn't fancy ending up in the middle of some old civilisations hunting ground for a singular man. Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice and followed the pack ending up not behind Jack. By the time he had caught up Jack had the man in his arms.

"They're coming! They're coming!" The man shouted at them, looking frantically back towards the tribe. Jack acting on instinct pulled a small revolver from out of his coat, proceeding to aim it at the hunters, who were extremely close to them now.

"Jack, don't you dare!" The Doctor shouted at him. The captain sighed firing the gun into the air. It was enough for the tribe to stop in its tracks.

"What the hell are they?" The tribe looked over at them, it's leading tilting their head and hissing at them.

"There's more of them. We've got to keep going," the man pressured the group to keep moving.

"One civilisation dies out another takes their place," Violet muttered taking a step towards the tribe much to the displeasure of Jones who grabbed her arm to pull her back.

"I don't think their friendly Vi."

"I've got a ship nearby. It's safe. It's not far, it's over there..." The Doctor gulped as more of the tribe appeared atop the cliff, the route that would have led them back to the Tardis.

"Or maybe not," the Doctor gulped, hastily glancing between those in front of them and the group on the cliff.

"We're close to the silo. If we get to the silo, then we're safe," the man breathed out.

"Silo?" The Doctor through the question out to the group, Jones and Violet nodded in his direction.

"Silo," Jack breathed out.

"Silo for me," Martha raised her hand and with that the group ran with the man to hopefully get away from the tribe hunting them down.

---

"It's the Futurekind! Open the gate!" The man yelled as they approached the gate.

"Futurekind," Jones muttered, turning round to look at those who had been chasing them.

"Show me your teeth! Show me your teeth! Show me your teeth!" the guards shouted at the group, who just looked at each other confused.

"Show him your teeth," the man who'd run with them shouted at them. On by one they all grimaced at the guards showing off their teeth.

"Human! Let them in! Let them in!" Violet sighed in relief as the guards unhooked the chain holding the large metal gates closed. They opened them just enough for the group to slid through. Before it was closed the guard took his gun shooting it at the feet of the Futurekind stopping them once again in their tracks.

"Humans," the leader seethed, "Humani. Make feast."

"Go back to where you came from. I said, go back. Back!" The guard yelled at the Futurekind.

"Oh, don't tell him to put his gun down," Jack snapped gesturing the guard who still hadn't put his weapon down.

"He's not my responsibility," the Doctor replied.

"And I am? Huh, that makes a change," Jack muttered in response.

"Kind watch you. Kind hungry," the Futurekind hissed bearing his pointed teeth at them all.

"You wanna see a dentist mate," Jones shouted at the leader, who just shifted back on his feet staring at the Solider. He hissed again before swinging his body round the tribe following after him.

"Did you really need to say that," Violet mumbled in his direction.

"What, their a new species just wanted to see if they'd learnt sarcasm yet," Jack snorted at Jones comment. He put his hand up in apology when the Solider turned to him with a cold stare.

"Right. Let's get you inside," Guard re-joined the group, his gun now back down to his side.

"My name is Padra Toc Shafe Cane. Tell me. Just tell me, can you take me to Utopia?" Padra asked the guard walking beside him.

"Oh yes, sir. Yes, I can."

"Utopia," Violet mouthed a Jones who just shrugged. What was Utopia.

---

The Silo was packed. There were people everywhere, Soldiers, kids, adults; not one portion of the Silo was empty. Not only that it was huge and smelt, well didn't smell especially pleasant. Violet left her father and the rest of the group, where he had been trying to explain about the Tardis and what it looked like; she slid into the nearest hallway.

The heat and the smell was stronger now, but that wasn't the reason she'd snuck off. There was a sound, it wasn't loud enough to be observed by a normal human ear, but with Timelord hearing she could hear it, a light tapping sound. What sent her into a state of unease was it that it was the same rhythm she had heard before. Her eyes ran over the family's piled together across the corridor, rations and blankets littering the space that was left.

"The ripe old smell of humans," Violet jumped as he farther came up beside her, he was talking to the others as he explained "You survived. Oh, you might have spent a million years evolving into clouds of gas, and another million as downloads, but you always revert to the same basic shape. The fundamental humans." He kept talking, but Violet wasn't listening because down at the end of the corridor stood a girl.

The same girl she'd seen in Elizabethan England on the bank of the river Thames, where she'd spoken of angles. The Doctor and Martha had encountered weeping angles when Violet and Jones settled some business back at the army base. Her heart had stopped when the Doctor had mentioned them. She'd seen the girl again in New York, 'here come the drums,' she had said then. Now there she stood once again at the end of the corridor, those piercing eyes diving deep into the Time Ladies soul. 'The Wanderer,' she had called herself.

She found herself drawn to the girl, who had started to walk backwards further down the corridor. Violet took a quick look over her shoulder, she'd been separated from the group by a family. She could hear the Doctor talking in the background. They wouldn't miss her for long she told herself, she'll find them again its not like they'll be leaving the Silo so soon.

---

"They're not refugees, they're passengers," the Doctor gasped out looking down the ledge he had nearly fallen out of. A rocket stood tall and proud in the space, there was defiantly space for everyone who sat in the hallways they'd just walked down.

"He said they were going to Utopia," Martha comment from beside Jones.

"Utopia isn't a place, it's a concept," Jones explained, craning his head to take in the magnitude of the rocket.

"The perfect place," the Doctor nodded "Hundred trillion years, it's the same old dream. You recognise those engines?" He then pointed.

"Nope," Jack and Jones shook their heads at the same time, "Whatever it is, it's not rocket science. But it's hot, though," Jack added after. They backed away and the Doctor sealed the door once again with his sonic.

"Boiling. But if the universe is falling apart, what does Utopia mean?" The Doctor tapped the side of his head with his fingers. However, before anyone else could say anything more a rather old looking man in a waistcoat came running up to the group.

"The Doctor?" The man looked at Jack first.

"That's me," the Doctor cut in front of Jack and the man offering his hand.

"Good! Good! Good," the old man took the Doctors hand and begun to drag him away, "Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good," he muttered.

"It's good apparently," the Doctor smiled back at the group as he was tugged along down the corridor.

"Chan welcome tho," Jones nodded in thanks to the women, well he thought was a female at the door to the room he'd just watched the Doctor be dragged into.

"Hello. Who are you?" Martha asked her.

"Chan Chantho tho," Chantho replied, the pincers under her chin ticked as she moved her head.

"Captain Jack Harkness," Jack gave Chantho a kiss, sending her a wink.

"Stop it," the Doctor had barely raised his head to look at the interaction.

"Can't I say hello to anyone?" Jack protested throwing his hands up.

"Chan I do not protest tho," Chantho smiled in Jacks direction and Jones was sure if her species blushed she Definity would be with what the Captain said next.

"Maybe later, Blue. So, what have we got..." But Jack stopped, he spun on the spot, "wasn't there five of us?" It was then the Doctor and Jones both took in their surroundings properly. Martha stood just in front of Chantho, Jack in the middle of the room and the Professor was next to the Doctor.

"Violet," they shouted at the same time.

---

"The Drums are coming Violet," the Wanderer had led Violet to an empty corridor, there were no families huddled together down here.

"But who are you? I don't understand," Violet questioned, the corridor was hot and smelt like, she wasn't entirely sure what that smell was; some kind of fuel?

"I am the Wanderer," the girl spoke, her voice soft and smooth as it echoed through the empty corridor.

"But where did you come from; how did you get here?"

"I come from far away, from your future. I was born to Wander, to Wander through time. Your timeline," the girl blinked and as she did her eyes changed colour swirled in her iris. Gold, her eyes shone gold.

"But I don't..."

"Violet" Violet turned at the sound of the voice, it sounded like Jones and sure enough there he was climbing through the doorway. He stopped when he saw her, "what the hell were you thinking. Anything could have happened to you," he exclaimed, pulling her into him for a hug.

"I..." She spun from his grip back to where the Wanderer had once stood, but she was gone.

"Come on, there's nothing down here," Jones tugged on her hand. She had no choice but to follow him back out the way they had come.

---

"What? And you grew another hand?" Violet's brow furrowed as she followed Martha's voice. Sure, enough in front of her stood a hand in a glass jar, bobbing up and down in some sort of liquid.

"Did you know he had another hand?" Jones questioned as they entered the room.

"Nope," Violet shook her head.

"Chan welcomes Tho."

"Oh hello, you're beautiful," Violet shook Chantho's hand, who smiled and looked away sheepishly.

"Oh, so she's allowed to flirt now," Jack smirked.

"I was not," Violet snapped, but Jack just grinned at her, "Married," she added flashing the ring on her finger at him.

"Hey don't you two," the Doctor pointed a spanner between the pair, "also where did you go?"

"Just wandering," he frowned at her response, but didn't question it. She was safe that's what mattered for now; he had a whole civilisation to save.

"Is nobody going to explain the hand," Martha exclaimed pointing again at the hand.

"Er, yeah, yeah, I grew another one," he waved his hand in her direction, "Yeah. Hello."

"Might I ask, what species are you?" The Professor asked, looking at the Doctor with interest now.

"Time Lord, last of," he gestured towards his daughter as he explained "Heard of them? Legend or anything?" the Professor and Chantho shook their heads "Not even a myth? Blimey, end of the universe is a bit humbling."

"What about me?" Violet questioned, "ever heard of a queen of the Universe."

"I'm sorry my dear, but no. Professor Yana," he stretched out his arm, of which Violet took to shake his hand.

"Chan it is said that I am the last of my species too tho," Chantho spoke, looking down at her feet.
"Sorry, what was your name?" Jones rolled his eyes, of course the Doctor hadn't been listening when she'd introduced herself earlier.

"My assistant and good friend, Chantho. A survivor of the Malmooth. This was their planet, Malcassairo, before we took refuge," Yana explained.

"The city outside, that was yours?" The Doctor asked Chantho.

"Chan the conglomeration died tho," Jones sighed at her reply. Just once he'd like to visit a planet that was thriving and not dyeing. Seemingly hard to come by these days.

"Conglomeration. That's what I said," The Doctor exclaimed exciting, a gleaming smile stretched across his features. His companions looked at him in utter horror.

"You're supposed to say sorry," Jack was the first to recover quick enough to speak, giving the doctor a pointed look.

"Oh, yes. Sorry," the Doctor ducked down behind what he was doing, wrestling with wires and plugs.

"Chan most grateful tho," she nodded her head to Jack in gratitude.

"I bet it was beautiful. I mean it looks magnificent from what's left that is," Violet walked over to Chantho laying a hand on her shoulder, "your people would be so proud you made it this far," Chantho smiled nodding her head.

"Chan thank you Tho."

"You grew another hand?" Martha interrupted the moment, she was still shocked and a little creeped out about the Doctors hand, that continued to bob up and down in its glass container.

"Hello, again," the Doctor waved at her "It's fine. Look, really, it's me," he added with a grin.

"All this time and you're still full of surprises," Martha breathed out shaking her head.

"Hey, I didn't know we could do that either," Violet came to stand next to her crossing her arms, staring down at her father's hand.

"Chan you are most unusual tho," Chantho observed, looking at each of them individually.

"You have no idea," Jones muttered, sending her a soft smile.

"So what about those things outside?" Jack waved a spanner around in his hand, "The Beastie Boys. What are they?" he asked.

"We call them the Futurekind, which is a myth in itself, but it's feared they are what we will become, unless we reach Utopia," Yana explained, fear etched on his face, as he thought about what would happen if they didn't succeed.

"Utopia. Just what is Utopia because that's a myth too right?" Violet questioned. Yana looked over at her, squinting his eyes.

"Oh, every human knows of Utopia. Where have you been?"

"Bit of a hermit," the Doctor responded.

"A hermit with friends?" Yana made eye contact with each of them, taking in their appearances. A man in a pinstripe suit, who had some much knowledge behind him; along with a daughter whose eyes betrayed how young she really was. A solider who looked way to out of his depth, weary of the other man that had joined them. Then finally a woman who seemed for ever in awe of the rest. Where on earth had they come from?

"Hermits United. We meet up every ten years and swap stories about caves," the Doctor explained.

"It's good fun, for a hermit. Love caves we do," Jones added, trying to suppress the smile that threated to crack through his demeaner.

"So, er, Utopia?" The Doctor asked. Yana gestured him to follow him, leading him to the gravitational field navigation system display screen. It was blinking out coordinates.

"The call came from across the stars, over and over again. Come to Utopia. Originating from that point," Yana pointed at the middle of the screen. Violet leaned in along with her father.

"Where is that?" The Doctor was trying to pin point the source, but he came up lost.

"Oh, it's far beyond the Condensate Wilderness, out towards the Wildlands and the Dark Matter reefs, calling us in. The last of the humans scattered across the night," Yana explained.

"What do you think's out there?" Jones had joined the group; he was just as intrigued at the Time Lords.

"We can't know. A colony, a city, some sort of haven? The Science Foundation created the Utopia Project thousands of years ago to preserve mankind, to find a way of surviving beyond the collapse of reality itself. Now perhaps they found it. Perhaps not. But it's worth a look, don't you think?" Yana turned to look at each one of them.

"Oh, yes," the Doctor was smiling now. Jones nodded, but Violet had frozen. She was hearing that sound again, a sound she'd before. However, like before it faded as quickly as it had started. It had rendered her immobile for a good few miniuets because Jones had started to shake her.

"What's going on with you today?" He asked, concern on his face, "ever since we got here you've been acting odd."

"I... something's wrong Jones," she looked at him. The room buzzed as the machines all came to life around them. The Doctor had programmed his sonic allowing him to bring all the equipment back to life. 

"Something is very wrong." 

---

Jones just stared at her. What did she mean something was wrong; of course, something was wrong they were at the end of the universe on a dying planet. But, yet the fear in her eyes was worse than he had ever seen before. A line of sweat ran across her forehead sliding down the side of her cheek before falling down her chin. Then she fell.

"Doctor," Jones shouted as she fell limp in his arms.

"What happened?" The Doctor knelt down beside the solider, whose arms held the passed out for of his daughter.

"She just said something was wrong and then she collapsed," he held her gently as the Doctor checked her pulse and felt her forehead. She was indeed rather hot; above the normal temperature a Time Lord should be. He scanned his sonic over her, looking at the little diagnostics panel in the middle.

"Interesting. That's odd" he muttered.

"What is... what's wrong?"

"Trapped regeneration energy."

"But she hasn't regenerated," Jones looked down at her and sure enough a few whisps of orange glowed above her face.

"Which is why it's odd," Violet gasped suddenly jolting upright.

"Sorry, I... I didn't mean to," she stuttered, using Jones to help her up, "I just wanted that noise to go away, was giving me a headache."

"You used regeneration energy to stop a headache?" The Doctor looked down at her.

"It was a really painful one," she mumbled, her eyes not meeting his glare. He sighed before moving back to the machines around the room.

"What were you thinking?" Jones hissed.

"I just wanted it to stop."

---

The Doctor after sternly telling his daughter that she couldn't just use regeneration energy for a singular headache. Although she was a bit miffed at how she was able to just harness it on command, that is a very rare skill to have. He'd but Violet and Jones to work with Jack finalising the system programming, all three were better on computers than he was.

"Professor, tell the Doctor we've found his blue box," the voice came over the intercom system, causing everyone in the room to look up.

"Ah!" The Doctor yelled in excitement; they'd found the Tardis for him.

"Doctor?" Jack calls him over, pointing at the screen, sure enough there on a truck was the Tardis.

"Oh, thank god," Jones muttered in thanks as he too watched the Tardis being unloaded.

"Professor, it's a wild stab in the dark, but I may just have found you a way out," the Doctor grinned, hitting Yana's shoulder in glee before running off.

"Are you ok sir," Jones looked at the professor intently who seemed to be glued to the screen, he wasn't taking his eyes off the Tardis at all.

"Yes...Yes quite all right," he waved the solider off, but Jones wasn't to convinced. Violet had said something was wrong and he wasn't a hundred percent convinced it had been her headache.

---

"Violet, make sure it stays put," the Doctor yelled from inside the Tardis. Moments later he re-emerged into the lab with a big power cable, the size of pipe.

"What are you doing," Jones asked, as he bent down to help the Doctor lift it and slot it into place.

"Extra power," the Doctor grinned "Little bit of a cheat, but who's counting? Jack, you're in charge of the retro feeds. You too Jones help him," he patted Jones back.

"Great," he mumbled, making his was over to Jack.

"Right all you..." Jack started to explain, but Jones cut him off.

"I know what, I'm doing," Jack backed up his hands up.

"Oh, am I glad to see that thing," Martha and Chantho were back carrying a bulk load of circuits between them.

"Chan Professor, are you all right tho?" Jones eyes flickered back over to the professor who hadn't moved much since the Tardis was brought in.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Just get on with it," Yana waved her off much like he had Jones earlier.

"Connect those circuits into the spar, same as that last lot," Jacked called over to Martha and Chantho.

"But quicker," Jones added, the quicker they got everything up and running the quicker they could get off this planet.

"Ooo, yes, sir," Martha turned round mock saluting the Commander.

"How do you this stuff," Jack had come up beside him.

"Got to have a hobby," he shrugged, Jack tilted his head back and laughed.

"Nah, that's travelling with the Doctor. That's your hobby, cause you're a commander of the biggest army to ever exist and she's the queen of everything. Your like gods to us, to me..." He trailed off, Jones turned to him placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm no god, Captain. I just follow orders. I bet the Doctor would have left me behind if Violet didn't say she wouldn't come without me," he eyes travelled to where she stood together with the Doctor and Yana who was sat now a scared look on his face.

"The Doctor would have left me too if it wasn't for Rose. The first-time round that is," Jack shrugged and Jones came to the conclusion maybe Captain Jack Harkness wasn't so bad.

---

"You don't have to keep working. We can handle it," the Doctor knelt on one side of the professor while Violet knelt the other.

"You've got it this far," she reassured him.

"It's just a headache," Violet froze "It's just, just noise inside my head, Doctor. Constant noise inside my head."

"What sort of noise?" The Doctor prompted.

"It's the sound of drums. More and more, as though it's getting closer." Violet reeled back away from him. The action didn't go unnoticed by her father. 'The Drums are coming,' that's what the Wanderer had said to her in the corridor.

"When did it start?" He asked, the question wasn't just for Yana.

"Oh, I've had it all my life. Every waking hour," Yana paused slapping his hands down on his knees, "Still, no rest for the wicked."

"And you?" He whispered lowly once Yana had walked away from them.

"The hospital, where we first me Martha," she swallowed, "that's when I first heard it, but Doctor now its constant," her hands shook as the Doctor took them in his own.

"Once the rocket launches, we'll figure it out I promise," Violet nodded as he lent to leave a lingering kiss on her forehead.

"Professor," the crackly voice came through a monitor in the corner of the room.
"Systems are down. Professor, are you getting me?" The voice came again.

"I'm here! We're ready!" Yana raced over to the screen, calling down the radio, hoping the signal held.

"Now all you need to do is connect the couplings, then we can launch," Yana spoke through the monitor, the screen still flickering. "God sake! This equipment. Needs rebooting all the time."

"Anything we can do?" Martha and Violet came to Yana sides once again. "I've finished that lot," Martha explained.

"And the boys got all the technical bits sorted," she smiled at Jones who seemed to be getting along with Jack much better than before.

"Yes, if you could. Just press the reboot key every time the picture goes," he pointed to the keyboard as he explained.

"Certainly, sir," Martha nodded getting comfortable in the chair, "Just don't ask me to do shorthand," she joked, only to be went with blank stares.

"Right," Yana muttered turning round on his heel, only to spin back around again when the voice came back, this time a face appearing on the screen too.

"Are you still there?"

"Ah, present and correct. Send your man inside," Yana replied.

"He's inside. And good luck to him."

"Captain, Commander, keep the dials below the red," Yana was talking to Jack and Jones, who were over at the control panel.

"Where is that room?" The Doctor, had cables sat in his lap squinting his eyes over at the screen the girls were looking at.

"It's underneath the rocket. Fix the couplings and the footprint can work. But the entire chamber is flooded with stet radiation," Yana explained.

"Stet?" The Doctor glanced at each one of his companions, all of them shrugged neither of them had heard it before, "Never heard of it."

"You wouldn't want to. But it's safe enough, if we can hold the radiation back from here," Violet watched along with Martha as a man in a yellow radiation suit started connecting the couplings. Suddenly a loud alarm began to ring.

"That's not good," Jones muttered.

"It's rising. Naught point two. Keep it level!" Yana shouted watching the levels on begin to rise on his screen.

"Yes, sir," both men shouted back, but both were finding it increasingly difficult to keep the radiation level.

"Chan we're losing power tho!" Chantho suddenly shouted.

"What?" Violet spun round, running over to the female, "How?"

"Radiation's rising!" The Doctor noticed it this time. The radiation was indeed rising and rising fast.

"We've lost control!" Jack shouted, his and Jones's efforts were becoming frivolous neither of them could decrease the levels and hold them quick enough.

"The chamber's going to flood," Yana's hands went to his head, it was all going wrong.

"Jack, override the vents!" The Doctor shouted, but Jack had other ideas. He pulled two power cables out from the control panel.

"What are you doing?" Jones shouted, he'd gone for the overriding the vents solution, but without the power, he couldn't do anything now.

"We can jump start the override," the two cables crackled and sparked as Jack held them up.

"Don't! It's going to flare!" The Doctor warned.

"Jack don't you dare," Violet yelled. However, the captain didn't listen because as he connected the two live ends together the power surged and it went straight through him. Jack writhed as the electric current ran through his body, before he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"I've got him," Martha was the first to react, running to kneel at the captains side.

"Chan don't touch the cables tho," Chantho carefully moved the two sparking cables away and out of harm's way.

"What an idiot," Jones, stared down at Jack once again laying lifeless on the ground below.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Yana looked round at the group as they all circled around Jacks body.

"The chamber's flooded with radiation, yes?" The Doctor asked as Martha started to give Jack mouth to mouth.

"Doctor he just died, maybe let us have a moment yeah," Violet whispered to him, but he didn't listen.

"Without the couplings, the engines will never start. It was all for nothing," Yana's tone was much a defeated one.

"Oh, I don't know. Martha, leave him," the Doctor knelt down beside her.

"You've got to let me try," she croaked out.

"Come on, come on, just listen to me," he wrapped his arms around her pulling her up and away from Jacks body, "Now leave him alone," he pushed her towards Violet who wrapped her arms around her.

"He was never one for grief," Violet mumbled as Martha shook in her arms.

"It strikes me, Professor, you've got a room which no man can enter without dying. Is that correct?" Violet frowned, what in the world was he planning.

"Yes," Yana nodded.

"Well," the Doctor tilted his head. A gasp came from below everyone and it they watched in wonder as Jack heaved himself up into a seated position.

"I think I've got just the man," the Doctor grinned.

"Was someone kissing me?" Jack questioned looking at everyone who surrounded him.

"But that's impossible," Jones started in awe as Jack jumped back up once again.

---

"We lost picture when that thing flared up. Doctor, are you there?" All apart from the Doctor, Jack and Jones, huddled around the screen linking them to the room below the rocket. Jones had gone as a precaution to keep an eye out, as some had sabotaged the electrical connection earlier, they couldn't afford for it to happen again.

"Receiving, yeah. He's inside," the Doctor replied.

"And still alive?" Martha questioned.

"Oh, yes," the Doctor stated.

"But he should evaporate," Yana protested utterly confused, "What sort of a man is he?"

"An impossible one," Violet breathed out.

"I've only just met him. The Doctor sort of travels through time and space and picks people up," Martha stopped herself before giggling, "God, I make us sound like stray dogs. Maybe we are."

"I waited my whole life for him to find me. So, in a way yeah stray dogs," Violet laughed with her, it was absolutely bonkers if you broke it all down.

"He travels in time?" Yana whispered, turning away from them.

"Don't ask me to explain it. That's a Tardis, that box thing. The sports car of time travel, he says," Martha gestured with her head towards the Tardis behind them.

"All timey wimey complicated stuff. Not enough hours in the universe to explain it all fully," Violet added.

---

"When did you first realise?" The Doctor asked. He was lent against the door talking to Jack. Jones was lent by the computer screen, making sure they stayed in connection with the lab.

"Earth, 1892. Got in a fight in Ellis Island. A man shot me through the heart. Then I woke up. Thought it was kind of strange. But then it never stopped. Fell off a cliff, trampled by horses, World War One, World War Two, poison, starvation, a stray javelin. In the end, I got the message. I'm the man who can never die. And all that time you knew," Jones hummed as he listened to Jack explain how he could never die.

"That's why I left you behind. It's not easy even just looking at you, Jack, because you're wrong," the Doctor turned to Jones, who just nodded letting him know the connection was still fine.

"You are. I can't help it. I'm a Time Lord. It's instinct. It's in my guts. You're a fixed point in time and space. You're a fact. That's never meant to happen. Even the Tardis reacted against you, tried to shake you off. Flew all the way to the end of the universe just to get rid of you," the Doctor sighed.

"I think Violet knew it too," Jones added, "she acted like you couldn't exist." He remembered the look on her face when she'd seen Jack laying in the dirt.

"So, what you're saying is that you're, er, prejudiced?" Jack Joked as he struggled with the coupling.

"I never thought of it like that," the Doctor scratched the back of his head and Jones snorted.

"Last thing I remember, back when I was mortal, I was facing three Daleks. Death by extermination. And then I came back to life," Jones's head perked up, Jack had been killed by the Daleks and survived. "What happened?"

"Rose," the Doctor simply responded.

"I thought you'd sent her back home."

"She came back. Opened the heart of the Tardis and absorbed the time vortex itself," the Doctor sighed as he lent further against the door. Jones knew back in the lab they'd all be listening to the conversation. Violet had told him the power the time vortex possessed, any human with that amount of power would die.

"If a Time Lord did that, he'd become a god. A vengeful god. But she was human," the Doctor continued to explain, "Everything she did was so human. She brought you back to life but she couldn't control it. She brought you back forever. That's something, I suppose. The final act of the Time War was life."

---

Violet looked down at her hands, she couldn't remember the last days of the war she witnessed. She just remembered the Time Lord president bundling her into an old Tardis that was broken and would only travel to one last destination. She never thought in a million years that she gets to see the stars again, let alone her father.

"Time War," Martha muttered, she looked over at Violet.

"The destruction of a whole species," Violet responded, shaking her head. It wasn't something she could bring herself to try and remember, in fact she couldn't remember anything from the war at all.

"Do you want to die?" The Doctors voice drew her away from her thoughts, forecing her to focus back on the screen. She ignored the tapping noise that was trying to creep its way back into her head.

"Oh, this one's a little stuck," Jack tried to brush off the Doctors question.

"Jack?"

"I thought I did. I don't know. But this lot. You see them out here surviving, and that's fantastic," Jack clicked the second to last coupling into place as he looked back up towards the Doctor again.

"You might be out there, somewhere," the Doctor pointed out.

"I could go meet myself," Jack smirked.

"Well, the only man you're ever going to be happy with," the Doctor quipped back.

"This new regeneration, it's kind of cheeky."

"Oh you have no idea," Violet smiled as she heard Jones's voice carry across.

"You're a little cheeky to you know," Jack shot back.

"I never understand half the things he says," Martha had turned around to bring Yana back into the conversation, he had been silent and both her and Violet had thought he was only listing.

"What's wrong?" Violet had turned around to him now. He stood his hands by his sides, staring ahead of him, both his cheeks were wet with stray tears.

"Chan Professor, what is it tho?" Chantho was by his side, the ever-faithful companion.

"Time travel. They say there was time travel back in the old days. I never believed. But what would I know? Stupid old man. Never could keep time. Always late, always lost. Even this thing never worked," Violet and Martha looked at each other, the professor held a watch, but no ordinary watch because as he flipped it over the intricate inscriptions in the Galifrein language glistened in the light.

Violet was suddenly taken back to the time she was a child on Galifrey, just before the end of days. She'd come across a room, to which she snuck round into, to be met with a Time Lord's cold stare and finger to his lips.

"What are you doing my Lord..." she had drawn a blank of the name; it was only a memory after all.

"Running away little one, you'll understand one day," the chameleon circuit lowered slowly down on his head, "now go one, this isn't something you should witness," and so she ran, she ran back down the corridor, back to the president's office, where she remained.

"An orphan in the storm. I was a naked child found on the coast of the Silver Devastation. Abandoned, with only this," Violet was drawn back into the present day, Martha was still talking to Yana about the watch.

"Have you opened it?" She asked him.

"Why would I?" Yana looked up towards her confused, "It's broken."

"How do you know it's broken if you've never opened it?" Violet placed a hand on the man's shoulder.

"It's stuck. It's old. It's not meant to be. I don't know," Yana just shrugged as he watched Martha inspect it, "Does it matter?"

"No. It's nothing," Martha handed it back over to him, "It's. Listen, everything's fine up here. I'm going to see if the Doctor needs me."

"I'll stay with him, it'll be ok," Martha nodded as Violet watched her leave. The professor was more intrigued than ever in the pocket watch.

---

Jones helped flick the switches to the right settings when a woosh of air came into the room, followed by the materialisation of Martha

"Ah, nearly there," the Doctor grinned at her "The footprint, it's a gravity pulse. It stamps down, the rocket shoots up. Bit primitive. It'll take the three of us to keep it stable," he gestured to Jack and Jones who were still working behind them.

"Doctor, it's the Professor. He's got this watch. He's got a fob watch. It's the same as yours. Same writing on it, same everything," Jones paused momentarily.

"Don't be ridiculous," the Doctor laughed.

"You might be seeing things Martha. Did Violet see it too?" Jones questioned.

"I asked him. He said he's had it his whole life. And yes, I'm sure Violet noticed too," Martha explained, pleading with the men to believe her.

"So, he's got the same watch," Jack shrugged, typing away at a computer further off.

"Yeah, but it's not a watch. It's this chameleon thing," she tried to explain, but the Doctor cut her off.

"No, no, no, it's this, this thing, this device, it rewrites biology. Changes a Time Lord into a human."

"And it's the same watch," Martha exclaimed.

"It can't be," the Doctor breathed out as an alarm sounded through the control room.

"That means he could be a Time Lord. You and Violet might not be the last ones," Jack smiled over at the Doctor, his hand slipping slightly from the handle he was holding onto.

"Jack, keep it level!" The Doctor scolded him for not paying attention.

"But that's, that's amazing isn't it," Jones added, "another Time Lord."

"Yes, it is. Course it is," the Doctors smile fell as he tilted his head in thought, "Depends which one. Brilliant, fantastic, yeah. But they died, the Time Lords. All of them. They died," he reiterated.
"Not if he was human," Jack pointed out.

"What did he say, Martha?" The Doctor took hold of Martha's arms, "What did he say?"

"He looked at the watch like he could hardly see it," she waved her hands and she thought about how to describe what had happened, "like that perception filter thing," she clicked her fingers pointing towards Jones, "like when Violet wears that necklace."

"What about now?" The Doctor was a mix of emotions as he listened to Martha "Can he see it now?"

---

"Chan Yana, won't you please take some rest tho?" Chantho tried to get the professor to snap out of the daze he was under.

"Maybe it will stop Professor, if you open it," Violet whispered to him. She could hear the drums again, louder than ever before and her head was beginning to crack. He listened to her words and clicked the watch open. Bright, orange light swirled and danced from inside the watch, finding its way to the professor. Yana had stopped moving his hands covered his face as he fell to the ground

"Chan Professor Yana tho?" Chantho pressed moving to kneel down beside him. Violet stood further away; whoever the Time Lord was they had been human a long time. There was no telling what state they'd be in when finally realised.

Suddenly he flinched, launching to his feet. Chantho glanced over at Violet confused. Then Yana reached towards a lever and pulled it towards him. Violet had no idea what that leaver did, but Chantho soon answered her question as she shouted towards him.

"Chan but you've locked them in tho."

"What?" Violet exclaimed, oh no what had she done.

---

"Did we just get locked it," Jones yelled as he saw the Doctor hammering against the door that had just slammed shut on them.

"Get it open! Get it open!" The doctor yelled.

"Doctor Violets still up there with the professor," Jones yelled as he tried to override the system from inside the room.

"I'm well aware of that Jones," the Doctor bit back as he took the sonic from out of his pocket.

---

"Not to worry, my dears," Yana moved around the control panel, "As one door closes, another must open." Violet watched from the screens that he had opened the gate to the Silo.

"Chan you must stop tho," Chantho pleaded, "Chan but you've lowered the defences. The Futurekind will get in tho." Yana did not listen; Violet's head was throbbing, she had hopped the drumming was coming from just inside the watch, but it seemed to be much more than that.

"Chan Professor, I'm so sorry, but I must stop you. You're destroying all our work tho," Chantho's hand shook as she held the small pistol in her hand, pointing it straight at him.

"Chantho don't," Violet stuttered, placing the heel of her hand to her head.

"Oh. Now I can say I was provoked," Yana seethed. Without taking his eyes of Chantho he bent down, picking up the live energy cable that Jack had dropped earlier.

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

"Stop it," Violet shouted, at Yana and the voice inside her head.

"Chan I'm sorry tho. Chan I'm so sorry," Chantho's voice shook as he inched closer towards her, he' passed Violet by now; confident in her being to immobilised by the sound in her head to intervene.

"You, with your chan and your tho driving me insane," Yana hissed.

"Chan Professor, please."

"Yana stop this," Violet had managed to push the sound deep into her subconscious where it succumbed to a dull thud.

"That is not my name! The Professor was an invention. So perfect a disguise that I forgot who I am," Yana was close enough to Chantho now, that even if Violet jumped him, it would be too much of a risk.

"Chan then who are you tho?" Violet closed her eyes, waiting for the name to come, for the Time Lord to reveal themselves.

"I am the Master," Chantho's screams followed as he thrusted the wire into her.

"You didn't have to kill her, she was scared and afraid," Violet yelled at him, finally finding herself in charge of her own conscious again.

"She was weak," the Master pointed a finger at her as he ran his fingers over the Doctors hand, "how fitting that you were the one to see me become human and now you'll see me reborn as Time Lord once again.

"Professor! Professor, let me in! Let me in! Violet, can you hear me," a smile fell across her face.

"I'm here I'm fine," she yelled back, trying to make her way to the door, but the Master blocked her way, then hand clutched under his arm.

"Vi, can you get the door open?" Jones was shouting now, the relief evident in his voice.

"I'll try," she yelled back, turning to the Master, "go on, run, run like you out ran the time war. Chantho may have been weak but she wasn't a coward," she seethed, before ducking as sparks flew from the room again. He'd ripped the gravitational field navigation system.

"I am no coward," he growled back at her, picking up a metal stool and launching it in her direction. She ducked just in time crouching not far from Chanthos body, it hitting the wall and bouncing into the control system, more sparks erupting.

"Professor! Violet," the Doctor yelled slamming his hands violently against the door. "Open the door, please! I'm begging you, Professor. Please, listen to me."

"Chantho," Violet whispered as she saw the girl begin to move, her hand still gripping the gun.

"Chan would they be proud, my people tho," a tear trickled down Violet's cheek.

"They would be so proud," she didn't stop her from firing the gun. The gun drowned out the shouting from those behind the door. Yana collapsed the Doctor hand still in his grasp.

Violet touched her hand to Chantho's wrist just as the door burst open and the Doctor raced in. However, he was too late Yana had slid inside the Tardis. The Doctor ran as fast as he could and tried to insert his key, but it was no use it would not budge.

"Let me in. Let me in!" The Doctor yelled slamming his hands against the Tardis.

"Violet," Jones was beside her once again, he pulled her into him.

"She's dead," Martha whispered as she too tried to feel for Chantho's pulse.

"I broke the lock. Give me a hand you three," the three left Chantho's body on the ground, rushing to help Jack try and keep the door closed. The Futurekind were pushing from the other side.

"I'm begging you. Everything's changed! It's only the three of us! We're the only ones left! Just let me in!" The Doctor continued to yell.

"Doctor! You'd better think of something!" Jack yelled as the Tardis glowed a bright orange.

"Now then, Doctor," the Masters new voice boomed throughout the small lab. "Hello. Anyway, why don't we stop and have a nice little chat while I tell you all my plans and you can work out a way to stop me," he laughed a loud deafening laugh.

"Hold on. I know that voice," Violet turned to look at Martha furrowing her brow.

"I'm asking you really properly. Just stop. Just think," the Doctor pleaded.

"Use my name," was the response he got.

"Master," the Doctor breathed out, taking his sonic from out of his pocket, "I'm sorry."

"Tough!" The Master yelled; the Tardis begun to whir to life.

"We can't hold out much longer, Doctor," Jack shouted, he and Jones were the only two that could hold the door, both Martha and Violet had exhausted themselves.

"Oh, no you don't! End of the universe. Have fun. Bye, bye!" The Doctor pressed down on his sonic just as the Tardis started to disappear.

"You can't just let him go," Jones yelled completely confused, "Doctor, you can't let him go."

The Doctor did just let the Master go, where he had no idea.

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