InsaneJournal

Romana really truly hoped she was right. She’d brought a knife just in case she wasn't. Two hearts, and she'd stab them both if he turned on her. And on the journey out to where the Immortality Gate was she agonized over her actions of late. This was the Master, the one who had caused so much grief, so much fear on so many worlds over all of his life. The doctor had told her the things he’d done to various companions, Nyssa’s father, Ace hated him, Leela, and then there was Martha. Martha who had so much reason, who had told her of a woman named Lucy who he’d married, a woman who the Master had said betrayed him. She’d have to look into that later. But she’d made her decision hadn’t she. She was going to help him because no one. No Time Lord should suffer this. Not when there were so few of them left. Just her and the Master and the Doctor. That was all and she owed it to them both to do this. She owed it to Gallifrey. The taxi pulled up to its destination a little way away. Out of sight, and Romana paid the man, assuring him she was perfectly safe where she was and would be fine.

And after a little walking found him, waiting, looking as gaunt and tired and hungry as ever. She knew then, just on seeing him that this was the only way. Fred, Prue, Pheobe, whoever wound up helping her would see it too. They’d understand that no one deserved to be left in this state. And no one, no one at all could find out that it had been he that had murdered people, The murders would stop now and people might well wonder. But let them wonder. There was no proof as long as he kept quiet about it, about it, and the hunger. The thought of keeping such things secret reminded her too much of Pandora for her liking. She was better than that now, much better than that. She needed to do this right. “I think they have something sutible. I think...I very much think this might be it. This might restore you. And you have to prove me right, you just...you have to?” she said quietly, moving toward him, even in this state he was the Master. He had to be watched, you had to keep your guard up. Had to make sure he didn’t get a foothold on you, something he could use. That’s when he was powerful. But Romana’s great hope was that the man learned humility from this. Learned that people were willing to help purely because it was the right thing to do. Because they understood like she did that life was sacred and a half life was a cruel state of being.

Also, they didn’t know half of the things he had done. But Romana was as much a murderer as he was. Andred, and countless others during the war, and during Pandora’s reign. She wouldn’t even blame it all on Pandora. She really had been the War Queen at the end. “They’ll be here soon. And we’ll get this done as soon as we can, alright?” she asked