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Drifting far off in space and time was a planet. It looked to be volcanically active if seen from space, but going down to the surface would reveal it to be rust-brown with brown lakes and gray clouds against a permanent sunset orange sky. On the continent the locals called Wild Endeavor, in between the Mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood a massive citadel with what looked like a broken snow globe suspended over a pit. This was the Citadel of the Time Lords, the capital of the planet of Gallifrey. Right now, a woman in a blue flamenco dress with a blue rose pinned to her long, wavy, brown hair was connecting wires together in the Panopticon, the main hexagonal chamber of the Capital that, ordinarily, would be green but rubble and ruin took it away. The woman mopped her brow, then heard what sounded like a wheezing, groaning noise that many would liken to “VWORP VWORP”. She made her way to the noise as quick as she could, given her dress. The noise then changed to a single thud and the woman turned a corner to see a 1960’s London Police Box. While the sign said to pull to open, the doors swung INTO the police box rather than to the outside. From the box came a woman in a blue coat and green skirt, a pink furred woman in a black dress, and a blue skinned woman with two headtails sprouting from the back of her scalp. “Doctor!” greeted the woman in the flamenco dress. “And Amy! And…a new companion, I see.”
“Hello again, Rassilon,” greeted the woman in the blue coat, the Time Lord known as the Doctor. She closed the police box, her TARDIS. “I presume,” she said as she locked the TARDIS, “you’re wondering about Lurra Rus here.”
“We JUST finished an adventure involving Project Necromancer and Davros,” explained Amy. “Suffice to say, he tried to make himself Force-sensitive, but failed, and now he flew away in a DARDIS.”
“I have to admit,” said Lurra Rus the Twi’lek, “I much prefer a TARDIS.”
“Told you!” chuckled Amy.
“…Then Dr. Davies has left?” asked Rassilon.
“He went back home after I dropped you off,” explained the Doctor. “But Lurra Rus is an engineer, although if I’m reading this right, she wants to be a model.”
“And find a new home away from my old galaxy,” said Lurra Rus.
“I see. Well, I do apologize for thrusting you into our problems, Lurra Rus,” replied Rassilon. “However, I do appreciate your promptness, Doctor.”
“And I think we’re due for an explanation, Rassilon,” remarked the Doctor.
“Yes, the reason for why I called you, Doctor. …I need your help in wiring the Time Scoop to the Eye of Harmony.”
“The Time Scoop?! What on Earth for?!”
“To rescue two Time Lords I believe you know, Doctor,” explained Rassilon. “Do the names Susan Foreman and Romanadvoratrelundar mean anything to you?”
“…Susan and Romana? What about them?” asked the Doctor.
“Doctor, I have a radical idea of using the Looms to restore Gallifrey’s people and I’m referring to ALL of her people, not just us Time Lords, but I need Romana’s experience as the President of the High Council and Susan’s learned humanity to help make the new Gallifrey better,” elaborated Rassilon.
“But isn’t Romana in some alternate dimension?” asked the Doctor.
“She is, but I know a way to get her and all the knowledge I initially put in there back onto Gallifrey, right here in the Capital,” replied Rassilon.
“And I presume that’s going to be done via the time scoop.”
“That’s the idea.”
“Right then.” The Doctor then turned to her confused companions. “Susan and Romana are both Time Lords. Romana was my companion and Susan…well, she’s my granddaughter.”
“YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER?!” yelped Amy.
“That can’t be! You’re nowhere near old enough!” protested Lurra Rus.
“Well, that point, I’m not too terribly worried about,” remarked Amy. “Time Lords live longer than us anyways. But still, you were married and had kids and grandkids?!”
“My first marriage ended in a divorce,” replied the Doctor. “Didn’t do so well with Susan’s parents.”
“…Doctor, it sounds like you’re terrible with long-term relationships,” remarked Rassilon.
“OI! Get off your high horse, Miss Lord President Eternal!” snapped the Doctor.
“Okay, fair enough. In any event, Doctor, I need your help because, after I use the Time Scoop, I need it deconstructed.”
“Not going to risk someone using it to put people in the Death Zone? I can get behind that. You’ll need Susan’s coordinates.”
“What can we do to help?” asked Amy. Rassilon looked embarrassed.
“Well, unless one of you is an engineer…” she said.
“I am, as the Doctor pointed out,” answered Lurra Rus.
“That she did! I do beg your pardon!” replied Rassilon. “Amy?”
“Nope, that’s still not my forte,” sighed Amy. “Well, that DOES make me a-.” Her ear twitched as she heard a noise. “…Everyone.”
“I hear it too!” replied the Doctor. “That’s a Type 75!”
“Oh no!” complained Rassilon.
“Oh, not her!” realized Amy. “PLEASE tell me not her!”
“I did NOT call her!” Rassilon said to the Doctor.
“Erm, what’s-?” asked Lurra Rus.
“It’s Miss Tarae,” explained Amy. “She’s a Time Lord.”
“Oh, like Rassilon and the Doctor?”
“No, not like us!” replied the Doctor. “She’s a petty dictator.”
“…Doctor, I was a petty dictator,” reminded Rassilon. “Still working on it.”
“Yeah, but SHE’S not. So what is she up to? …Amy, I hate to ask, but-.”
“You want me to go greet her?” asked Amy.
“Use your hammer if you need to,” replied the Doctor. “You know, in case she gets a little racist.”
“Oh, yes please!” chuckled Amy as she summoned her hammer. She then followed the noise with a wicked grin on her face.
“…Where does that-?” asked Lurra Rus.
“No clue,” replied the Doctor and Rassilon.
“Now, Doctor, Miss Rus,” said Rassilon, “let me brief you on the idea.”
Amy entered a hangar. There were berths meant for something to rest in. Right now, only ONE berth was being used. In it was a silver cabinet. A tall compartment inside the cabinet then slid out and out stepped the familiar blonde, pink Lolita outfit wearing Miss Tarae, usually known as the Master. Miss Tarae blinked when she saw Amy. “Welcome home, Miss Tarae!” greeted Amy. While she had the façade of being cheerful, Amy’s voice was venomous.
“Miss Rose, what, pray tell,” hissed Miss Tarae, “are YOU doing here? Did the Doctor decide to take you on a field trip?”
“Well, believe it or not, this is my second visit,” replied Amy. “That’s thanks to Rassilon saying that alien friends of Time Lords are welcome after the Doctor lifted her exile. As for why I’m here now, well, Rassilon needs the Doctor’s help.”
“I’m smarter than the Doctor,” remarked Miss Tarae.
“You’re also more treacherous than her and Rassilon needed someone to trust.”
“Trust. BAH!” scoffed Miss Tarae.
“I’m surprised you’re not rotting in Ganondorf’s dungeon,” remarked Amy.
“No primitive cell can hold me,” replied Miss Tarae. “As for why I’m here, well, I need to speak with Rassilon immediately.”
“Well, she’d love to have a chat,” said Amy, acting like a secretary, “but she’s up to her eyeballs in paperwork. Perhaps if you could make an appointment for next week?” She suddenly found herself staring at a heart-themed wand. “…Is that a magical girl wand or that Tissue Compression Eliminator I heard about?”
“It’s the latter, I assure you,” replied Miss Tarae. “Now, perhaps if you could see your way to getting me an audience with the Lord President Eternal?”
“…Well, if you’re begging me,” said Amy. “This way.” She led the wicked Time Lord away from her TARDIS.
“Induction channel steady,” reported Lurra Rus.
“Flux Comparative at proper flux,” said the Doctor.
“Feeding in the power from the Eye,” called Rassilon. “…Time Scoop activated. Coordinates confirmed. Retrieving now.”
“I certainly hope it’s after her partner’s death,” sighed the Doctor. Inside what looked like a closet, a strange, shimmering, triangular shape appeared. The shape then dissipated to reveal an old woman with short, wavy hair and a naturally bewildered expression.
“What in-?! Where am I?!” yelped the woman. “Who are you?!”
“Miss Foreman, easy,” soothed Rassilon. “It was a Time Scoop, but I needed your expertise on humanity to-.”
“A Time Scoop?!” said the woman. “You plucked me out of my home with a Time Scoop?! And is this Gallifrey?!”
“It is, Susan,” replied the Doctor. “Specifically, we’re in a room outside the Panopticon. We’re home, after all this time.”
“…Home?” asked Susan as familiarity crossed her features. She then gasped.
“Yes. It’s me,” said the Doctor. “That stupid old buffer that left you on Earth after the Dalek Occupation.”
“…Grandfather!” whispered Susan.
“Well, GrandMOTHER, if you-.” Susan interrupted the Doctor with a hug as tears rolled down her face.
“I thought you died!” she sobbed. “The messages stopped and I thought you died!”
“…I lived, Susan,” soothed the Doctor as she hugged her granddaughter. “But the rest of Gallifrey didn’t.”
“What do you mean?” asked Susan.
“Oh, yuck!” complained a voice. Everyone whirled to see Miss Tarae pointing her TCE at Amy.
“…Announcing the presence of Miss Tarae,” muttered Amy.