This story was written after I was sent a challange in regards to my other story "the secret behind the watch" (sorry, a little self promotion going on there). The challage was this. 'I must write a story, connecting Ianto Jones from Torchwood, with a popular Timelord from Doctor Who (but not the Doctor). I can use the Master, the Rani or Romana and it can involve just the charatcers having a conversation or can have them connected.' I did this and chose the Master as my Timelord but it was a struggle as i have this gut feeling that the Rani was in face Lucy Saxon.

Anyway, this story is from Lucy Saxons point of view from after the events of LotTL, cos i believe they really missed something there.

Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own anything in this story except the plot. The characters are owned by the BBC Wales. That is, until I take control of the earth and own everything, and i've said too much about that so just ignore it. Anyway, enjoy.

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Once upon a time, my name was Lucy Saxon. Once upon a time, I was the most powerful woman in the world. But that's all gone now. It died with a single gun shot that killed my husband. The shot from the gun I was holding. Yes, I killed my husband, but not from anger, not from jealously. I killed him because he asked me too. He wanted to protect me and our secret joy. That's right. The day my husband died, I was eight weeks pregnant. I remember the day, about a month before his death; he sat me down and kissed me on the head. His seriousness had surprised me. He wasn't often serious like that. He took my hands in his own and looked at me, smiling sadly.

"You know I love you, right?" he had asked. I had nodded, too shocked to say anything.

"Lucy, I want you to promise me one thing." He had said.

I finally managed to find my voice. "Promise you what?" I had asked.

He squeezed my hand gently and looked into my eyes. "I want you to promise me that if something happens, if the Doctor gets free and I get captured, I want you to kill me."

I pulled my hands out of his grip and stood up, shocked. I knew my husband could be loving, could be violent and could be abusive but I never thought he could be suicidal. Seeing my shock, he stood up and pulled me into his arms.

"Lucy, please?" he whispered. "If the Doctor wins, he will punish me and everyone close to me. If you do this, you will appear to be a victim and he'll leave you alone."

I looked up at his face, trying not to cry. All I could feel was hatred towards the Doctor for putting my husband in such a situation.

Slowly he stroked my cheek. "I want to protect you. You and the baby." He said. He smiled at the look of shock on my face.

Carefully, he rested his free hand on my stomach. "I can feel it. Deep inside you, our little boy grows stronger."

Slowly, I rested my hands over his. I have always wanted a baby and now, he had given me one, but in return, I had given him more. I had given him hope and the possibility of the return if his race. He pulled his hand away from my stomach and placed it on my shoulder.

"Now you understand why I need to protect you." He said. I smiled and gripped his hand.

"And in ten years time, I will be telling our little boy how paranoid his father was and how nothing came of it." I replied.

A month later, I was standing on the bridge of The Valiant, a gun in my hand, my husband dead on the floor. It was only the thought of my baby that stopped me putting that gun to my head and ending it. As my husband predicted, the Doctor thought of me as a victim. He took me back to earth. I ended up in 1980 in Wales. He offered to get me home in 2008 but I declined. I just wanted to make a fresh start and I didn't care where I went. 1980 was a new place where I could make a fresh start. I changed my last name, from Lucy Saxon, the name I had taken for my husband, to Lucinda Jones, a name the Doctor suggested, to keep me safe and un-identified. My son was born later that year in a small welsh hospital. He was so like his father with the same dark hair and eyes. Even now, when I see him, I can't help but notice it. He has his father's eyes and his father's intelligence, but not his fathers mind, Thank god for that. Still, it is enough. Every time I see him to ask if he can hear the drums that drove his father insane. He must think I'm mad for it and always denies hearing them but last time I saw him, when he came to visit the day after the 'year that never was'. Yes, I remember it the second time round. And I know my son remembers it, even if he doesn't say anything. But anyway, the last time I saw him was the day after. He came and we had coffee. I couldn't help but notice that he was absentmindedly tapping out a steady beat on the table. The four beat tune of the drums.

So now, I wait, knowing that one day my son will be discovered, whether it is by the Doctor, who still visits me sometimes but has so far not noticed anything, or the institute my son works for, I believe its called Torchwood, or even discovered by his father. I know that one day; he will meet his destiny as one of the last Timelords. But until then, he is my son. My child for the last 28 years. Oh, and just for the record, the day he was born, I named him Ianto.

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So there you have it. My first ever challange fic. I have written another chapter to go after this one where the Rani gets invloved and so does the Doctor but I will probably never post it. Anyway, love it or hate it, I don't care, just please don't flame. It annoyes the hell out of me.