Mycroft Holmes and his Brother Sherlock have never quite fit in with human society. Too smart. Too deductive and sharp. There powers of observation astounding. But it isn't until Mycroft buts heads with Harold Saxon that the real reason for the truth behind their genius comes to life. They are the sons of a Doctor. Thee Doctor. And now they must face The Master aboard the Valiant in the Year that Never was.

WARNINGS Minor Swearing. Dont Own Any of this. Possible Slash later Thus rated T to M for later.

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1st Chapter

Mycroft Holmes had never much liked Harold Saxon. He had never been able to put his finger on exactly why he didn't like Harold Saxon, but he just didn't. Unfortunately been an astute political mind had forced him to smile politely at the man, his cool assessing eyes never revealing his true feelings to the man on the odd occasion that they had met. But there was something in that odd almost wild stare of Harold Saxons that let him know that he knew that he knew how he felt. And that shook him somewhat. There was something not quite human about him.

He'd secretly been conducting research on Harold Saxon. His history almost too perfect for the next PM. Even when he'd become Minister of Defense and they saw more of one another, Mycroft could clearly see that Saxon was heading for the Prime Ministers spot like a he was frankly too busy with Britain and his little brother to have to worry about trivial things like whom the next PM was. He'd been in his same position from one Prime minister to the next. He'd weather through he was certain of that. And he was also certain that if Harold Saxon wasn't quite human… Torchwood would be the first to let him know.

The first time that he had run into Saxon on his own had been…interesting. It had almost been as if he'd hoped to catch him on his way out. The way his fingers Drummed his fingers against his leg, his eyes scanning over him with an almost predatory gaze, and the utter and pure glee in his eyes as Mycroft gazed back at him in the same challenging tone. Before both were called away on business.

The first time they'd had a real honest conversation (and the last)was the night before the New Prime Minister of Britain's name was to be announced, Saxon had come through the office, walked straight through the door before Anthia could stop him, put his feet up on the desk and staring at Mycroft. "Come to dinner" He said. Not really asking or even ordering (though the tone brooked no arguing). Finding himself at one of the most exclusive restaurants in London (Which wouldn't have been odd if he had made the booking, however Saxon had. Obviously showing off his Power within London)

They had ordered dinner, eaten dinner and were sitting each with a glass of the best brandy the restaurant could supply. The small talk about business and the country. Swell as his little brother whom had somehow managed to find himself in the papers again. Saxon took an increased interest in his brother and family all through the evening to the point that it had become uncomfortable, Mycroft leaned back in his seat staring at Saxon as he drummed his fingers in the same beat over and over again obviously sensing the shift in mood from Mycroft.

"I do hope that you do not find me rude in asking what your interest in my brother and family is ?" He asked smoothly feeling comfortably full and content the company was the only exception to the exceptional meal, the drumming halting for a singular second before continuing "I must admit that I find you all so….oooh. Fascinating. You and you're brother aren't like anyone I've ever met " on earth(would have completed the sentence) If he didn't want to push risk his plans, knowing that Mycroft was that high up in government that he probably had his pristine fingers in UNIT and Torchwood.

Mycroft tilted his head in acceptance of these words wordlessly taking a sip of his drink waiting to see if Saxon would continue with his little speech but he seemed to be thinking of something. "You are standing for election. Shouldn't you be more concerned about public relations. What I and my Brother are or aren't is hardly any business of yours . I think that you are becoming to forward."

Saxon frowned for a moment the thrumming of his fingers becoming a tad harder. "You are aware of whom or what the Doctor is are you note Mycroft?" He asked a hint of steel in his voice. Mycroft felt his hackles rise at that. Wondering briefly if he was talking about what the government understood about the Doctor, or he'd been referring specifically to his own personal Experience. "I stand where the government stands where the Doctor is Concerned . Is this your attempt at Changing the subject?"

Harold smiled at him, all his teeth showing "I wonder if you know what a Time-Lord is" He asked into his glass as he took a sip watching Mycroft through hooded eyes before continuing. "I've always sensed that there was something…different about you Holmes. Both you and your Brother. Something not quite…human. As many of your acquaintances have come to say without realising of course. There is this….interesting beat within you. A different kind to humans. It makes me want to hold you down and take you apart piece by piece just to see how you work…like a clock. Ice-man"

Mycroft felt the danger and truth in every word, the thrumming of the beat the exact same though at top speed. "Which leads me to believe that both you and…Sherlock, Whom I have met by the way. Arrogant little shit. I rather like him. Reminds me of me. … I don't think I'd be wrong if you weren't the bastard children of my dear old Friend the Doctor." Mycroft stood from his chair glaring down at Saxon with venom. "I think that you are not well . I will not be insulted in such a manner."

Standing up lazily and sauntering over to where Mycroft stood his brain buzzing loudly a migraine forming behind his eyes in a split second. Feeling Saxon so close was unpleasant and dangerous. But he refused to back down. "Now now play nice. After I am elected Prime Minister. I'm going to kill all our little Political chums. Then I'm going to kill the American President and I'm going to take over and destroy the world as you know it and while I'm doing all that you're going to be the one to entertain me. I do have a horrible tendency of getting Bored" Mycroft stared at him, his eyes not quite registering disbelief. For he believed every word that was said. Frowning his hands clenched already working out in his mind what he was going to have to do to stop this, but the Master seemed to hear his thoughts probing to his very soul. Almost as if he were excited at the very prospect of having even a time lord half-breed to toy with again.

"I wouldn't do anything if I were you Mycroft. The world is about to become a very ugly place. If you try to foil my plans Sherlock will be the first to suffer. And I promise you he will scream to his last breath…then…mummy and Johnny-boy and then only after that…your golden boy…the one that you look at with such desire but never go near. Gregory Lestrade wasn't it? Scotland yard will cease to exist. The only reason I'll possibly let your little family live would be as entertainment and leverage against your dad…you're real dad. And if you fuck this up. You'll pay with their life's. And I will make sure you live the rest of your days remembering that. There is nowhere to run. Trust in your master Mycroft. Be a good boy And I'll make certain that you all survive this… "

Saxon dropped a large handful of notes on the table sauntering out like he owned the place. In this case he probably did. Mycroft couldn't let him do this. He knew that he had no choice. His family be damned. Sherlock and Lestrade be damned. He had to protect Britain. But no one was available to help. Everyone loved Harold Saxon even Anthia. And Torchwood was not available no matter what he'd tried. Unit was useless.

It wasn't until he awoke atop a gorgeous lush bed aboard what he instantly recognised as the Valiant, beside his younger brother that he finally knew all was lost .He tried and lost. Now all that was left was to find out the consequences of his actions.

TBC.